Good Pet

From there, I hurry to get showered and dressed. I’m fully erect and aching for someplace to plunge my cock (Melissa’s pussy if it were here, with her slacks just down enough to access it), but it’s not. I touch myself a little bit as I go to wash, but not as much as my cock wants me to. Not enough to climax. Just enough to imagine how slippery and warm Melissa’s pussy would be. The slapping noise it would make as I fucked her, but then I have to ease off, stop “washing” myself and get out.

From the shower, I quickly put on a fresh pair of clothes (another big, frumpy looking suit, tie, and dress shirt), thankful that I will soon have a new and better wardrobe. I put on some cologne, grab my keys, phone and wallet and head up the basement stairs toward my personal entrance and exit from the house.

Dad’s presence at the top of the stairs this early in the morning, let alone in this part of the house is surprising. Usually, he’s passed out on his recliner in the living room. Furthermore, he usually doesn’t come down this way. Not unless he wants to pick a fight with me. And based on the sunken, dark look in his eyes, surrounded by wild, matted pieces of gray hair, that looks like that’s exactly what he’s come here to do.

“I need some money, Tommy,” he says.

“I don’t have any to give you,” I answer just as quickly. I go to walk past him, but he steps in front of me. Much like he would when I was half the size I am now and weighed less. As he does this, I do something that I didn’t have the balls to do when I was younger: I look straight at him. “I’ve got to get to work. I don’t have time for this, Dad.”

“I need money, Tommy,” he says as if I haven’t just said anything I’ve said. “I know you got paid this weekend. You must have with that new promotion of yours.”

“Even if I do have money, I’m not just going to give it to you,” I say, deciding to walk up the stairs toward him. “You didn’t give me money just because I asked for it when I was little, so don’t expect me to treat you any differently.”

As I pretty much push past Dad on the landing and head toward the back door that leads to my private entrance and the closest spot to where I parked my car, Dad says, “Is that any way to talk to your poor, old father? You know I can’t work anymore, Tommy.” He’s gone from demanding to sounding pathetic. It’s the usual way he tries to manipulate me out of anything and everything that’s mine or thinks he’s owed. “You know I ain’t good for anything anymore. Nobody will hire me, because I’m not some highfalutin lawyer like you.”

I look at his hard face. I want to say, Your skills aren’t what isn’t any good anymore. It’s your attitude. It’s the fact that you sleep on the job if you’re not stealing from it, but that just might get me a quick trip down the stairs, and a hospital trip before work. Something I want to avoid, so I just move further on, grab the door handle, and step out.

“Sorry, Dad. This ‘highfalutin lawyer’ has work to go do.”

I shut the door on him before he has a chance to answer. I get in my car just as quickly, knowing that he’ll be right out the door after me begging and pleading for money. I start my car and head to work.

As I drive, I run through my plan. How exactly I’m going to be with and around Vanacore when I go in this morning. How I’m going to make her think I’ve had a change of heart. I’ll make her think I’m exactly the kind of man she wants — boy toy material — and then I’m going to give her little bits and pieces. Not all of me. That’s for Melissa. For this weekend, when we have our first real date, and she has her first real taste of a real, good boyfriend.

By the time I reach Ms. Vanacore’s area on the top of the McKenzie Tech building, and I’m about to go inside the office I share with her, I’ve run over my plan at least a dozen times. What I’m going to say how I’m going to act, down to the smallest detail. But that doesn’t make me any readier to face her when I open the door.

For a moment, when her eyes bore into me, and she says, “Good morning,” I forget where I’m at and what I’ve just spent so much time rehearsing. But then it clicks in. Just as she’s ordered me into the office, and to close the door.