Episode 26: PAParazzI!!!

“Wake your ass up.”

Lonnie Turner crept into his daughter’s bedroom as she lay nude atop her covers, her rose colored pedestal fan blowing over her succulent body. It had turned out to be an extremely humid and warm night last evening. A hard swat on the ass, adorable Paige yelped, jumping into a defensive roll, feet poised to kick at him. Once she realized it was her dear old dad she pouted like a child.

“DON’T DO THAT.” She stared up at him fearfully. “That was mean.”

“Damn! The only time you don’t sound like a little girl is when you get woke up like that. I’ve got a surprise for you. Haul your ass out of that bed and go get pretty. Prettier ... you know what I mean.”

“It’s Sunday. I want to sleep in.”

“Alright then. I’ll just call that photographer Micky back and tell him we’re not coming to see him. So much for Senior pictures.”

“WHAT? I GET TO POSE FOR GRAMPA MICKY?” She leaped from her bed dancing about her room as if not knowing what to wear. Panic mode was highly entertaining. Just watching her titties bobbing about made his morning. She must have been dreaming of someone due to both of her nipples in full bloom. He loved the floral arrangement.

“Grampa? Since when is that guy your Grampa?”

“Since he rescued me at the mall from creepy Mark.”

“Your mother’s boyfriend Mark?”

“Uh huh!” She returned to pouting. “I didn’t tell you everything about the day mommy took me shopping for a new dress. Mark was being mean to me. I mean MEAN. M-E-A-N!” She giggled faintly under duress adding, “MEN and MAN are both in Mean. Wait! So is ME! Awesome!”

“Howso?”

“Nothing.” She sulked rather than commit to the God’s honest truth. “Bossing me around is all.”

She didn’t want to tell her dad that her future stepfather wanted to perform freakish bondage on her. She had no intention of that happening unless she had no other choice. Mark was scum in her eyes. He threatened to do all sorts of things to prevent her from graduating if she refused. She really hoped to just avoid him.

“I’ll have a talk with him later when we stop by for your cap and gown fitting.”

“No daddy! Just let it go. I can handle, Mark.”

“We’ve been through this. The guys a Skinhead. There is no reasoning with a freak like him.” The thought then occurred to him just how much grief the guy could give him over dating Deborah Johnson, the waitress being of color. He didn’t really give a rats ass what he thought but if that N word slipped, he was going to wage war on Mark Rapier.

“Please Daddy! Don’t make a scene before graduation. I want everything to go smoothly.”

“You have seven days until you hold that diploma. I think you should behave all around. No more crazy dates until after the big day. Promise?”

“Okay!” She meant it, at least until she had to break her promise. That was obviously going to happen. Brett Chenowyth and the guys at school would see to that. Possibly, Mark. “Can I bring those furs you bought me and pose in them?”

“Sure! Micky’s a decent guy. I’ll let you have fun. Behaving starts after today.”

“Can I pose nakie?”

“He lives out in the country. I guess that’s alright.”

“Yay!” She clapped her palms together softly. “I need to shower again. I can still feel the cum on me from yesterday.”

“You took two showers last night.”

“And douched.” She beamed her pearly whites. “My clittycat smells like springtime.”

“Did I need to hear that?”

“Yes. You might want to eat me out later.” Sheepishly spoken with a hopeful grin.

“Good point.” He chuckled! “Get beautiful. I say we leave your glasses out of the Senior pics. No pigtails, no ponytails. Hair stays long, red, and sexy. It’s time you looked like a real senior not a freshman.”

“I can do that. I wish Todd at Medieval Times would have loaned me a sword so I could pose like Sansa or Red Sonja. I could send Dillon pics of what I might look like for Comic Con. Even if I am going as Black Widow now.”

“Right! Nerd comic guy. I’ll figure out a sword. Red Sonja? Man, I haven’t seen that movie in years.”

“The comic book version is the only Red Sonja, Daddy. Here!” She swiftly Googled Red Sonja showing off the warrior’s chainmail bikini. “Cool, huh?”

“That is indeed. I’m shocked Conan didn’t tap that ass.”

“She would have killed him for taking her virginity.”

“She’s a virgin? Come on, that chick got raped ten times a day wearing that get up.”

“Help me figure out a metal bikini while I shower.”

“Aluminum foil and chewing gum.”

“Seriously?”

“Quick and easy.”

“Noooo!”

“GO ALREADY!”

After a stern point toward her bathroom, Paige bounced away with a glorious butt cheek dance recital. In the bathroom she pinned her silky red locks up into a tail and complimented it with a shower cap before getting soapy.

As the water cascaded over her curves Lonnie slapped his face twice to break his trance before taking his leave of watching her from the opened doorway. Paige pointing away from her with a grim glint in her eye helped in that decision. If daddy could be stern, she could be stern. Sonja style!

Stepping out to the garage Lonnie took a lengthy look around for costume ideas. Not much in his arsenal would satisfy her needy imagination. Then it dawned on him where he might get a sword. It had been ages since talking about any of it with him, but their neighbor Gerry Benson, a war aficionado, collected weapons of all types. Whether he had a broadsword remained to be seen. Lonnie’s luck she would have to pose with a butter knife.

After a quick phone call to Gerry. Lon found her weapon of choice. He had actually picked up a Conan the movie replica sword from a flea market a few years back. Asking him for ideas for the bikini he offered up a section of chainmail. The guy had it all covered. Who knew! Good thing she had no clue of Gerry’s hobbies or yesterday he might have had to carry an arsenal into Medieval Times. Most likely they wouldn’t have got the armaments through the door, but she would have insisted they try. Of course, Todd of the Round Table might have found a way to smuggle something in.

Heading next door to gather up her costume Lonnie discovered just how invested Gerry Benson was. He had an entire basement full of antiquities, including a large oak table with a Civil War battle being waged by tiny hand painted armies. A second table with a Dungeons & Dragons motif caught his eye.

“I thought I knew you, Gerry. This is certainly some mancave.”

“I’m proud of it. Took me years. Thank goodness Wanita had no interest in these toys. When she divorced me, I figured I’d lose it all. Greedy witch.”

“Yeah, she was always pretty bossy.”

“Her new man saved my ass. Phil has money and luckily different hobbies. Country club kind of guy. Golf clubs over swords. Bet my nine irons can take his nine iron.” Gerry chuckled!

“Some of these swords look huge up there on the wall. I’m not even sure my kid can lift any of them.” Lon took a better look with both hands in his pockets. Gerry moving beside him pointed at the Conan special.

“That sword is probably taller than she is.”

“Would make for a funny pic though.” Lon mused!

“So, you’re letting little Missy model for some guy you barely know?”

“Micky is a decent guy. Mid to late 50’s. He has a photography gig out at the mall part time. Must be doing well for himself, supposedly he owns a big piece of countryside outside the city. I’m mostly going for the free graduation pics. I figure let her have some fun.”

“Fun seems to be running rampant. Pics too. Couple nights back I ran off some schoolboys taking pics of your kid getting screwed by the Gargantuan Brothers. Front yard, no less.”

“I heard. I was too drunk to complain. How long were those schoolboys out there?”

“Long enough. They used my shrubs to hide behind. All I know is they got footage Lon.”

Scowling over it, Lonnie rolled his eyes. “Great! More blackmail pics.”

“Don’t get offended, Buddy, but you started this.”

“I know. Trust me the guilt is welling up.”

“HOLY CRAP!” Gerry’s face went white. “You said that photographer’s name was Micky?”

“Yep!” Lon grew curious as to where this was going. “Why?”

“Hang on a minute.” Gerry stepped away into an adjoining room which was a memorabilia library of sorts. Returning with a photo album he flipped through page after page until he located what he was searching for. “There it is. Is this, Micky?”

Following his finger Lonnie peaked an eyebrow. “You know him?”

“Not really. I know of him. He used to be a Paparazzi out in Cali back in the 90’s. Celebrity stuff. Took pics of Angie and Brad. Baywatch babes. Anyone who sold rags paid him good.”

“National Enquirer kind of rag?”

“That’s right. He shot the pics everybody wanted. He made a small fortune I hear, then moved back here to Chicagoland. I’m not saying he’s a bad guy, but he did take risks that probably should have got his ass tossed in jail.”

“How do you even know about this guy?”

“Come on, I’m a nerd.” Gerry shrugged! “This guy also spent some time working for Hustler. If you get the idea.”

“So, he knew Larry Flynt?”

“Yep! You might want to get the negatives if he’s shooting Paige porn.”

“Huh!” Lonnie puckered! “My kid the next Hustler Honey.”

“Surely, you don’t want that for her, do you?”

“She’s already on her way. Probably has enough pics out there to start her own magazine.”

“Don’t give her any ideas.”

“Hey! I’m her manager.” Lon winked!

“Wonderful! I just put ideas in your noggin instead.”

“Thanks, Buddy. I’m thinking she should make a calendar for next year. I’ll get you an autographed copy.”

“Fuck it! I’m a supporter. After that blowjob through the fence, I’m no better than you.”

“Good man! So, Conan leg shaver, chainmail, and that dagger in a sheath over there?” Lon pointed out his choices.

“Shield?”

“Sure! That round one with a crest in the middle. How about that spiked ball on a chain?”

“Please don’t let Paige swing this thing? We don’t need her in the ER today.”

“Right! She would too. Let’s skip that.”

“You can borrow anything here, just be careful, for safety reasons. Not just Paige or one of us. My babies here not coming home scratched or broken would be appreciated. I love my armory.”

“I’ll guard it like it’s my own Buddy.” He held the shield in a battle stance jokingly. Gerry laughed yet almost regretted his decision to allow them out of his home.

“Mind if I tag along?” Gerry scratched the back of his neck reluctant to ask. “It would be cool to get his autograph.”

Straightening up Lonnie pondered his request. “I planned on stopping by Paula’s right after the photo shoot. Paige needs to try on her cap and gown. Besides that, I need to have a talk with her man Mark.”

“Ah! I understand. Just bored on weekends.”

“Out of the way coming back here between Glen Forest and Skokie. Long day.”

“No problem.”

“Unless you want to follow us to Micky’s. Maybe he’ll sign your photo album.” This made Gerry pep up.

“Great idea! We can pack up whatever you want from down here in my SUV.”

“Let’s get to packing then.” Lon patted his nerdy neighbor on the shoulder. Gerry was in a much better mood knowing his possessions were one step closer to home. They packed up way more than they probably needed. Gerry even broke into his Hustler collection to find photos shot by Micky. Busy morning indeed.

Over the next hour Lonnie finally stepped back inside his own home to check on Paige. Finding her in her flowered graduation dress that her mother Paula had helped pick out, he whistled.

“More flowers. Still looks stunning on you, Kiddo.”

“I feel really pretty daddy. I’m going to take my glasses just in case. I had to touch up around the bridge of my nose due to the nose pieces. My contacts are in can you tell?”

“You do good makeup work. I can’t even tell you’re wearing contacts. You have the most beautiful green eyes daughter of mine.” He looked deeply.

“I love you, Daddy.” Paige smiled vibrantly. “Now quit flirting before you get a hard on that I’ll have to help you take care of.”

“Yeah, I better.” He turned heel and ran. “Grab your furs and let’s get moving. Gerry is outside waiting. I’m willing to bet your Grampa Mick is probably set up and ready.”

“To Westeros.” She cast a finger east. Go figure! “Wait! Mister Benson is going?” Shrugging without getting a response she giggled and gave chase. She had to come back for the fur boots.

Forty minutes later the two-car convoy made it to the Glen Forest countryside. Following GPS coordinates Lonnie led them into some beautiful landscapes. Lots of trees, a stream with a stone bridge over it, even horses in a pasture not far from Mick’s estate. Excited to see the horses Paige giddily hopped in her seat.

“I wish I could get a Red Sonja pic on a horse. They’re so beautiful, Daddy. I love the white horse with brown freckles.”

“Should just call Bryan and use his horse another day.”

“Do you think Grampa Micky knows the owners of those horses? Maybe he can set me up.”

“We can run it by him. Oh, I was just thinking over at Gerry’s, how do you feel about making a calendar?”

“WHOA! Are you serious?” She bulged her eyes with an expression of joyous awe.

“Sure! Why not? If it’s sexy enough you could sell some online maybe.”

“I love how your mind works, Daddy.” She settled down thinking about the flyers that Brett and the boys at school made of her, each of them having a nude pic in their lockers. She was wet without even trying.