Friday, February 20, 2015

Red Bottoms Espresso - Hannah's Beginning Chapter 2

Hannah’s face drained of color.  "Seriously?  I've never had a spanking in my life!"  Her attempt at outrage came out as a squeak.  He didn't move or speak, just sat there smiling slightly.  "No way."  She stood to go, and then the realization of what was on the line, this once-in-a-lifetime job  that literally seemed too good to be true hit her in the gut like a fist, flooring her.  "Why a spanking?"  She was whining now, fighting her impulse to run, and wanting so badly to see what would happen next.  She thought of the couch in her friend’s apartment where she’d been staying.  She had promised to pay her part of the rent, but she already owed way too much money.  She had no idea of how she would pay for next month, or even buy gas for her car.

“Why don't you just SAY you gave me one!  You must be some kind of pervert!"  She snorted in what she intended to be derision, but it got strangled in her sinuses somehow and no sound escaped.

He didn't move, but somehow, he changed.  It was if he became darker, or charged with electricity, or both.  His expression hadn't altered, but she was suddenly aware, more intensely than any other time in her young life, that she was in danger.  She felt the hairs rise on the nape of her neck, and her arms prickled with goose bumps.  OK, not a pervert, she thought, starting to panic.  She was frozen in place as if the floor had suddenly become magnetized, and she happened to be wearing the clunkiest steel boots ever invented.

"Come here," he suggested mildly.   She remained where she was, teetering on the edge of bolting out of there like a startled doe, or staying to see what this man would do.  Her knees felt weak.  Her breathing had become shallow, and she felt her heart race in her chest.  Yet still she thought this might be some kind of test.  There wouldn't really be a spanking.  An employer couldn't actually do that, could he?  She was flustered to realize she couldn't be sure.  She liked the idea of working for this man, but she couldn’t see how he could want her to work as a sexy coffee maid.  Her!  No way.  But the possibility of finally digging out of her financial problems and paying her share of the rent on time (not to mention getting a decent phone) was overwhelming her urge to flee.  She wanted this job.  She needed this job.

Dreamlike, she walked forward, and stood before him at the couch.  She wanted to lift her chin in defiance, but she was forced to look down at him as he watched her calmly.

"Good girl," he said, rewarding her choice.  She felt her spirits rise in spite of herself, and chewed her lower lip.  "If you're going to work for me, we're going to have to learn how to trust each other.  I'm going to act as your actual Daddy, in every way.  Including giving you regular, bare bottom spankings.  Her blood was pounding in her ears.  Bare bottom…?  "I expect you to submit to these spankings, and call me 'Daddy' at all times."

He waited.  A parade of emotions crossed her face - pride, humiliation, and defiance all competed for space, and then her eyes were too hot, burning with tears.  That's what happens to people like me, she thought wretchedly.  He's just going to get off on spanking me, and then send me on my way or worse - 

"Hannah."  She looked up, startled at the note of concern and warmth in his tone.  He had spoken her name like a command.   He leaned forward on the couch, and held his hand out to her palm up.  Without thinking, she put her hand in his, and she was instantly steadied by the sheer size of his hand, and its warmth on her skin.  Her hand was cold and clammy, she realized.  A tear had fallen onto her cheek.    "You're ready for this," he said.  "You don't have to be afraid."  He gently released her hand.  

"Pull down your pants.”

She hesitated.  Then she unslung her purse, folded the contract and slipped it inside, and then let it fall on the floor. She used both hands to pull down her leggings to the tops of her thighs.  She was wearing her ratty blue underwear which should have been discarded a long time ago.    

“Now pull down your panties,” he said.

Again, Hannah stood stock still as she balked at his command.  She was already standing before a total stranger with her black leggings pulled down, and now he wanted her to expose her most private area to him, right there in his office.  How could she?  She wouldn’t!  She would pull up her pants, throw the contract in his face, and walk out of there.  And drive back to the apartment she couldn’t pay for.  In the car she couldn’t buy gas for. 

Slowly, she found the waistband of her boy shorts on both hips with her thumbs, and even more slowly, pulled them down to her leggings.  She frantically checked the panel of the fabric that cradled her pussy, but didn’t see any tell-tale stains.  Later, she would wonder if she would have left then if she had seen one.    

“Now pull up your sweatshirt and hold it at your waist.”

Hannah slowly gathered the material at the bottom of her hoody and pulled it up, and then held it at her waist.  She was completely naked from the waist down to mid-thigh now - this man could see everything.  For a long minute, Dan didn’t move or speak.  He wanted this first spanking to make an impression.  The added humiliation of baring herself in front of him would make this experience unforgettable.  She stood exposed, a brown patch of pubic hair obscuring her sex.

Dan let her stand there for a full minute.  He let the tension build, watching her embarrassment grow until she was almost crying out loud.  Finally, he stirred. “Lie over my lap,” he said.  

Hannah stiffly climbed onto the couch, putting her knees on the cushion he had patted with his big hand, and then gingerly lowering herself over his lap, cringing as her backside was fully exposed for his inspection.  She realized that he had strategically placed himself so that her elbows rested on an oversized pillow that was next to him.    His right hand immediately found her bottom, and began smoothly circling on her skin.  She flinched at the contact, but then forced herself to lie still.

"I'm going to give you a spanking with my hand now.  I want you to lie still on my lap.  Do you understand?"

She nodded, too miserable to say anything.

"Do you understand?"  He repeated his question more firmly.

"Y-yes," she stammered.  He waited.  "Yes, Daddy," she said.

"Good girl," he said.  He drew his hand back, and then it brought down across her right cheek, making full contact with a resounding slap.  

"Oh!"  Her head bobbed as she registered the effect of the swat. 

"My girls get regular spankings," he said, pulling his hand back, and then bringing it down hard on left side of her bottom.  The loud crack was instantly absorbed into the soundproofing material in the large room.  

"OW!"  She yelped in real protest.  "Heeyyy, OW!!!"  Her legs kicked up as the swats rained down on her bottom.  She kicked her legs, yelling in protest, as he spanked her hard: Left, right, left, right across her cheeks, flattening the now red flesh with each spank.  He used his whole hand to cover the lower part of her bottom at her sit spot, and gave her two quick hard swats.  "AHHH!" She tried to twist her hips off his lap, but his left hand pressed into her back, like the giant paw of a bear pinning her to his lap.  

“AHH!  Please stop!”   Her legs flailed as she tried to escape the torrent of smacks he was raining down on her poor bottom.  

“You need a proper spanking,” he said.  His hand kept striking her bottom in hard, rhythmic stokes, until she was shrieking in pain.  He stopped spanking her, and covered her bottom with his hand against her red skin.  Her bottom danced under his hand as if she was still expecting another barrage. She was sobbing as she lay across his lap.  He gently massaged her bottom with his hand, and then let it rest on her skin as he gave her time to catch her breath.

"I'm going to measure you after we're done here, and then I'll outfit you with your uniform.  I expect you to wear it exactly as I give it to you, including the underthings."  She stopped squirming in his lap under the broad hand across her buttocks, and she registered this last piece of news after a second or two.  

“O-OK,” she stammered between sobs.

"Yes, Daddy," he corrected patiently.  He began spanking her again with a steady cadence.  Smack!  Pause.  Smack!  Pause.  Desperately she threw her right hand back to ward off the blows, but he caught it expertly and pinned it to her back without breaking his rhythm.  

"YES DADDY!" she yelled, but he kept spanking her at the same pace.  "Ahhhh, ow!"   She was crying again, and her legs had come up off the couch kicking in the air.  


"OW OW, AHHH," she cried, and it was over.  He put his hand on her back, and gently massaged her skin.

"Good girl," he said soothingly.  He let her lie there, crying softly as she lay across his lap.  Her small bottom was the color of a ripe tomato, and he detachedly thought that she had an attractive figure, mentally picking out her uniform from what he had on hand.  She was very slim, but he thought he had a uniform that might fit.  He let her lie there until her crying slowed, and then stopped, all the while gently caressing her back.  Finally, he removed his hand.

"You may stand up now," he said.  Shakily, she pushed herself up off his lap, and stood beside the couch wiping her eyes.  Her modesty had been the only thing she was thinking about before the spanking, but now it was the furthest thing from her mind.   He produced a seamstress measuring tape in his left hand with the flourish of a magic trick, and stretched it taught.  "Stand still, arms out," and he was measuring her arms, bust and hips.  He seemed to memorize the numbers.  "OK, you can pull your pants up.  I'll be right back."

He stood, and walked out through the door he had entered and came back in before she had finished re-arranging herself.  He was carrying a packet that contained an envelope, and a garment bag.   She was still snuffling as she took the bundle.  He pulled a tissue out of the box on his desk, and handed it to her, and then leaned across the desk to open a drawer and pull out a small bottle.  "For your eyes," he said.  She took the eye drops, and put a drop in each red eye, and instantly felt better.  She was feeling a surge of relief , and for the first time since her father had left, a small ray of hope.  Maybe this would work out, she thought.

"You will be in training for two weeks, for six hours a day, starting tomorrow, will that work?"  

"Yes, Daddy," she said.  She felt almost shy.  

"Good.  Come back here at 7:00 am tomorrow, and I'll see you then.  Read over the materials  in your initiation packet, please, everything about your pay, uniform, and my expectations are spelled out there.  He grinned at her and she smiled back.  He saw her to the door of the small office, and out into the Winter air.  "Drive carefully," he said, as she walked out the door.

Thursday, February 19, 2015

How to Spank your Wife Republished!

As I have mentioned before, we have been approached by an online magazine to republish some of our content, and I am proud to announce, its been posted!
The first article is How to spank your wife, DH's take on how to handle yourself from a guy's perspective. Its had almost 75,000 views now!

Check it out, either by clicking HERE or going to this URL

Feel free to leave comments too.  :D

Tuesday, February 17, 2015

Movie Review

50 Shades of Grey

I know you guys know I have been looking forward to seeing this movie, and as the time for the movie approached, I started to get nervous, and reading other people's reviews, my expectations started to go down even more than they had already been. I didn't really like either actor too much for the characters that I had seen in my mind while reading the book, and was ready to dislike them both. But both actors (mostly) surprised me.

First off though, DH asked me to wear my outfit to the movie as he had something special planned....right before we left, after I twirled in my skirt for him, he told me to bend over the bed, and inserted the butt plug we have. 

"To help you remember what is real and what isn't..."

Worked too....but back to the movie review:

I thought Dakota was doing pretty well as somebody who is just starting to learn about all this, not just sex, but pretty deep and somewhat scary looking sex and sexual practices. (I am trying not to give away anything)

I really enjoyed how Ana was portrayed: She is willing to learn about this, to give spankings (although the movie really lacks spankings for being a spanking movie) a try, and the way she does that really was something I could relate too. The awkwardness of it all, giggling, wanting it, but feeling stupid, I could see it all and thought Dakota did a good job.

Being from the Seattle area, I had very high exceptions for this movie of course. Especially since it had been done so poorly in the book. I always got so ticked off reading about the motorway and Interstate 5, which are both terms I have never heard anyone call I-5 before. Locations and backdrops worked well for me.

Last, I was not sure how well his wealth in the book would translate into the real world without making it look gaudy and just over the top. But even there I was presently surprised.

All in all, I would give this a very high B+. The movie is much more rounded than the book, fixing all the little things that bothered me while reading the book; all the things that an editor or two would have fixed before publishing the books.

I would recommend this movie, although I think watching it at home would be way more fun!

Friday, February 13, 2015

Picture Friday - Our Weekend Alone Edition

February is well underway, almost Valentine's Day already! I never care much for Valentine's Day, probably because we were married just a week before than and celebrate our anniversary more than V Day. Although this year it just worked out that our weekend away without children is falling on Valentine's Day, and to top it all off, the 50 Shades of Grey movie is coming out the same weekend!

DH wasn't too excited about seeing it in the movie theater, but since this book has been such a life changer for us, and it is coming out on the only weekend a year without children, I really encouraged DH to want to take me.  :D

So, without further ado, this will be our weekend!

Thursday, February 12, 2015

Music to my Ears

Just a quick post!

I am one of those people that falls in love with certain soundtracks and listens to them for months and months, but its been a while since I have had a good one.
One was Oblivion, another was the first Twilight soundtrack.

Well, I think my new one will be this one!
The 50 Shades of Grey Soundtrack is out, and I have been listening to it on Rhapsody.

Monday, February 9, 2015

Red Bottoms Espresso - Hannah's Beginning Chapter 1

"Hi", he said, standing up.  She had walked into a large office, which had been down a short hallway from the main entrance.  A small bell had rung when she opened the outside door, which must have alerted him to her presence.  "Right on time," he said appreciatively.  He stepped forward and took her hand in his.  "I'm Dan Smith, welcome, please sit down."

She had stopped breathing when she saw him.  He was 6' 2" with broad shoulders that strained his un-tucked black polo.  He had jet-black hair that was closely cropped, and a strong jaw with a prominent dimple in his chin.   His jeans were faded Levis that had been around more than one block, and she avoided any closer inspection of his lower half except to notice that he only had socks on his feet.

“Th-thank you," she stammered, and sat in the chair in front of his desk.  Her face was suddenly flushed with embarrassment, although she had no idea why.  Her heart was beating too fast, she thought distractedly.  She looked around the spacious office to calm her nerves as he moved to seat himself.  He had a simple glass table for a desk, which held a monitor, keyboard, and a wireless mouse, and what looked like a printer.  A brown leather sectional couch took up the whole corner of the room opposite his desk.  Next to the couch was an ornate wooden chair with a padded seat, high padded arms, and a tall back.  A floor-to-ceiling mirror ran the entire length of the opposite wall.

"First things first," he said amiably.  "Hannah, right?"

"Yep!"  she said, happy to steady her thoughts.

He smiled.  "OK, Hannah.  I want  you to know that you are perfectly safe here with me.  This entire meeting is being recorded for our protection."

She looked around the office, and saw some additional details that had escaped her before.  The walls had sound-proofing tile on them, and each corner of the office had an IP camera hanging there, hidden in its smoke-grey glass dome.

"Why?"  she asked, on guard.  "What are you going to do with the video?"

"Nothing," he promised, raising his hands in a “I give up” gesture, and flashing a quick grin.  "That is, I'm going to put it in a safety deposit box in case I ever need to defend your honor."   She looked at his eyes, and discovered they were twinkling, like he was enjoying a private joke.  But she felt invited to be in on it, and she was liking him in spite of her reservations.  "I have a slightly unusual employment proposition for you," he continued.  "The cameras are there in case there is ever any doubt about what is about to happen…. right now."  His tone had been light and playful until the end of the sentence, and then dropped to a low growl.

She suddenly laughed at the dramatic effect.  "OK…." she said, crossing her arms in front of her chest.  "This must be a really dangerous job."

He laughed easily too.  “That depends,” he said with an exaggerated wink.  “But before I tell you anything about it, I’m going to need you to sign my non-disclosure agreement.  Have you ever signed a NDA before, Hannah?” She shook her head.  “No problem.  A non-disclosure agreement is a contract between my company and you that binds you to not disclosing any of the details of our meeting today, or the details of your job relationship with the company, to anyone.”  She nodded.

“I understand,” she said.  “I can’t tell anyone about the details of our meeting or about my job, I promise.”

Dan sat back in his chair.  He was not convinced that she was taking him seriously, and this point was essential for her to understand if there was any hope of hiring her. He looked at her steadily until she dropped her eyes.  She looked like a child, too small in the chair at his desk, almost lost in the huge sweatshirt she was wearing.  There was something vulnerable and doll-like in her face, but he also saw a wide streak of rebellion in her eyes that lurked like a thunderstorm ready to strike.  Finally convinced that she had heard herself, and what she had said had sunk in, he continued.  

"I'm interviewing you for a job as a barista at my coffee stand.  I apologize for the smokescreen, it's necessary to protect my employees, which I'm hoping will include you."    She felt his powerful male magnetism that seemed to radiate from him like heat from a blast furnace, and was dazzled by the gleam of his white teeth as he smiled.  She mentally shook herself, desperate to keep her wits.

"Yeah, the stand out in the parking lot?" He thought that if she had been chewing gum, she would have snapped it just then.

"Yep!  That’s it.  I don’t know if you saw the sign, but its name is Red Bottoms Espresso."  He paused expectantly, and this time she gulped, eyes widening.  How could she not have noticed that?  There had been two long lines of vehicles at the stand, which struck her as a little odd for 2:00 PM on a week day, but she hadn’t noticed the ubiquitous bikini silhouette that adorned stands like these in Washington.  She could have probably seen the girl working in there if she had looked, as the window had been open as she drove up and parked.

“I see you are familiar with bikini espresso stands.”  Hannah nodded, her face taking on a slightly redder shade.  “Good.  Mine is just such a stand, but with a twist.”  Hannah’s mind felt numb.  She knew she should just stand up, say thank you, and walk out the office door.  He must not have looked at her when she walked in, or maybe her bulky hoody hid the fact that she had no boobs to speak of.  If she had to wear pasties, one would cover her whole breast!  But he was still talking, as if he wanted her to become a barista in his coffee stand.  Her curiosity got the better of her, and in spite of her urge to flee, she took the bait.

“What’s the twist?”

“If you decide to take this job, your bottom is going to get spanked on a regular basis,” he said flatly.  “By me."  

Hannah felt disbelief and flushed confusion as she watched him tap on the flat silver keyboard on his desk, and then swivel his monitor to face her.  "Here's my employment offer.  He clicked on each section which highlighted in yellow on the monitor as he introduced it.  "The job pays one dollar more than minimum wage, and and no tips until after your initiation period.”  He paused to let her read each section before clicking the next, giving her plenty of time to understand the details.  He watched her read the form, and noted that she read quickly, the unmistakable flash of intelligence in her eyes.

“What is the ‘initiation period,’” she asked, without taking her eyes from his screen.

“The initiation period is a one month during which either you or I can terminate our relationship anytime without notice.”  He smiled apologetically.  “Not that you would ever want to leave, or that I would want you to."  He shrugged.  “Sometimes things don’t work out.”  Hannah nodded and dropped her eyes.  Yeah, she thought.  That was the story of her life. Being kicked out of her own home by her step-father had been the highlight so far.  

“You will be required to obtain a food handler's license, for which I will pay for if you don't have one."

"Nope," she said.  She's never had to work in the food business until now, she thought.  The pay he was offering was more than she had been counting on, and the mention of tips must mean that she could really make some real money.

"No problem."  He clicked down the page to the next section in the form.  "You understand that you are both a professional barista - which I will train you as - and an adult entertainer," he said.

Hannah went entirely still, as the shock of his proposal hit her again.  This was a “bikini barista” coffee stand.  She would be wearing her underwear (or less?) to serve coffee.  Her face flushed.

“I understand,” she said. He scrolled the text down the page, and as the mouse hovered over the paragraph following the title “Adult Entertainer" the section highlighted in bright yellow. 

"By adult entertainer, I mean that you will be engaging in provocative, sometimes sexually explicit behavior while wearing very little clothing.  You will be expected to engage in what could be considered to be sexual conversations with your customers."  She flushed even redder with embarrassment, but held his gaze.   "You will also be required to discuss the spankings you receive with your customers, and display your red bottom for their view."  

Hannah squirmed in her chair and looked at the floor.  The moment stretched for one second, and then two as the sudden silence seemed to engulf her and then her heart beat hard in her ears and she looked back into his eyes.

Dan waited.  He knew the golden rule of sales, which was this: Whoever spoke first after the “close” was the loser of the transaction.  She was so young!  And so naive.  He needed to know if she was a true submissive, or if she was just desperate to land a job.  If the case was the latter, he would just terminate the interview right away.  Only someone who truly wanted what he was offering would stick around for any length of time.

“OK,” she said doubtfully.  

Dan didn’t smile.   "I will usually spank you once a week before your shift, but it may be more often.  During your training period, for example, I will spank you once a day.  I will not guarantee that these will always be private spankings.  I will guarantee that everything I do will be in your best interest."

Her best interest, she thought.  It echoed in her ears.  Your best interest.  My best interest?  How could he possibly know what was in her best interest?  He was a man.  Men had NO idea.  All of the men in her life had had an interest, all right.  But only an interest in what was between her legs, if there had been any interest at all.  Yet somehow he had already gained her trust in a small way, and the money…  She touched her thumb to the screen, and the section changed color from yellow to green.

He moved the mouse from the section, "Adult Entertainer" and highlighted "Daddy."  "And this."  Her eyes widened again as she read the section.  

"I call you Daddy," she asked, but stated it instead.

"That's right,"  he said.

"Like you're my actual, you know, father?  Or what?"  She was defensive and confused.

"It's a common nickname in some circles that practice discipline," he said.  He smiled.  "It helps us stay in our roles.  You as a pretty, submissive coffee barista, and me as your strong, protective Daddy, who spanks you if you get out of line.”  He highlighted the last line of the form, which had her name on it.  "If you agree, click the box next to your name with your thumb, and we'll start!"  As he finished the sentence, he put his arms down with his hands in his lap, and became perfectly still.  She hesitated, reading the form, and then quickly clicked the checkbox with her thumb.  “The section turned green and the form reloaded as the printer under his desk whirred and produced the hardcopy.  He leaned down, pulled the page off the output tray, and handed it to her.

He stood then, and casually sauntered over to the leather sectional and sat down there.  She had followed him with her eyes, and admired the way his jeans creased across his backside as she processed what he had said.

He crossed his legs comfortably.  " Excellent!  Welcome aboard!"  

Hannah held the paper in her hand.  She turned it over and looked at the back, which was blank.  Her eyes darted back to his face.  “What's the catch?"

"There are a few," he said carefully.  "And all of the conditions of this job are strictly protected by the non-disclosure agreement you just signed,” he warned.

"I understand," she murmured.

"Number one," he said, raising a thumb German-style.  "You will call me "Daddy" at all times.”  His eyes were clear, and she realized that he wasn't making any kind of a joke.  She had thought it was a silly role-playing thing, like she’d call him Captain Burger if he had a burger stand.  

"OK…", she said dubiously, in a very credible impersonation of a teen TV character, who might have followed it with a “whatever” if the script had called for it.

"Yes, Daddy,"  he corrected.  He waited patiently as her face, which had been slowly returning to a normal shade,  colored again.

"Yes, Daddy," she said finally.

"Number two," he continued smoothly, adding his index finger to the count.  In spite of her heightening embarrassment, she was fascinated by the bulge of his bicep that was stretching the sleeve of his shirt.  "You will submit to me as Daddy at ALL times, and receive regular spankings."

He uncrossed his legs and moved back against the couch, obviously making a comfortable lap for her to lie across.  He patted the cushion to his right.  

"Starting immediately.”

Wednesday, February 4, 2015

The Best Hummer of my Life

Julia dove under the covers, headed straight for my cock.  I lifted our comforter so she could breath, and then I watched her take my whole penis into her mouth.  She can’t do it when I’m fully erect, but it fits easily when my soldier is at ease, as it were.  I groaned as she held still, her hot wet mouth surrounding all of me.  It felt like my penis was floating in its own hot tub of ecstasy, and I knew it would never harden, and I would gently drift off to sleep in the absolute perfect state for any guy.

Julia gagged just then, and I realized that my cock really did have a mind of its own after all.  It had started to become erect, and no longer fit in her beautiful mouth so easily.  She let it pop out, and teased me by returning to lying by my side.  We kissed, and then we were making out like high schoolers, her hand circling my cock and then slowly descending to cup my balls.  And then her head disappeared again as her mouth returned to my cock.

That evening we had discussed sex briefly; she had a Doctor’s appointment the next morning, and she had already had to reschedule once when we’d had sex the night before.  “I’m sure we can find somewhere to put it,” she’d said, smiling at me naughtily.  But what I had imagined when she said it couldn’t hold a candle to what was going on.  Julia spit on my fully erect cock as I held the covers high so I could see.  She knows I like a really sloppy blow job, and she obliged me that night by sliding her mouth up and down my pole without swallowing, coating my shaft and my balls with a slick mixture of both of us.  The slurping of her mouth on my cock was amplified by our bedclothes, as I watched her head bob on my straining erection.  

It is usually at this moment during a beautiful hummer like this when I pull her head off my cock and then drive it deep into her pussy.  As I’ve gotten older, I’ve lost the ability to jizz in my pants at the sight of the most beautiful woman in the world sucking my cock - I usually need the hard thrusting in her tight pussy (or bottom) to come.  But she kept sucking my cock, unrelenting in her mission, and I put my hand on her head, and let my fingers tangle in her hair.  I forced myself to relax, and let my hand set her pace as her mouth slid up and down.  I groaned in pleasure as she sped up, and I realized I was going to come.

“Oh Baby, Daddy is going to come,” I said.  I groaned and gasped as her teeth scraped my cock with just the right pressure, and then my balls released in a massive flood.  Julia swallowed as another huge pulse rushed into her mouth.  She gagged, and stopped moving, fighting the urge to throw up.  I used my hand to continue the pressure on my cock and streamed again and again, hitting the side of her face.  “Ahhhh,” I practically yelled in the quiet of our bedroom.  My hardon finally subsided as she slowly crawled back up to her pillow.

“I love you,” I said.  I got up and then returned with a wet washcloth, and gently cleaned her face.   We snuggled together, and I fell into the most peaceful sleep I can remember.

Monday, February 2, 2015

Red Bottoms Espresso - Prolog

Hannah was snuggled in her sleeping bag on the couch.  She had raised her legs to make a cradle for her laptop, which she was using to browse online listings for a job.  It was actually her father’s sleeping bag, which was the only thing she had to remember him by.  It was warm and thick, and kept the chill of her friend’s apartment from her no matter how cold it got.  Which, at the moment, was pretty cold: Western Washington was having a cold snap like no other.

As she scrolled down a page, a listing in all caps caught her eye.  It was simple, direct, and made her very curious.


What could that be?  Except wrong?  She snorted in derision, but found herself matching her attributes to the ad in spite of her initial reaction.  18 - 25?  Check.  She had been 18 years old for a whole month now, and her birthday present to herself had been to stop going to high school.  Part-time only?  Sure!  She didn’t want a full time job anyway, but she NEEDED money to pay for her share of the rent last month, and this month was already due.

But why women?  She frowned as she mulled it over.  It was probably a seasonal job at the mall, like being one of Santa’s female elves, or helping women with lotion samples at one of those perfumey body shops.  Her pulse quickened as she realized she was going to respond to the ad.  She closed her laptop and put it on the coffee table next to the couch, and then flipped onto her side and burrowed into the thick bag.  One phrase from that ad kept pulsing in her mind:  HIRING IMMEDIATELY.  How bad could it be?  It was probably a minimum-wage job, but at 30 hours a week she could finally pay Renee back for her hospitality here.

Hannah closed her eyes, and listened to her own blood rush through her ears.  She held her breath until her lungs screamed for air inside the already stuffy cocoon and then suddenly, she sat bolt upright, retrieved her computer, and clicked the Reply button on the page that was still displayed in her browser.

Hi I am 18 and a woman I would like to apply for your job.

Thanks - Hannah

She bit her lip at her hurried response, but pushed Send before she could second-guess herself.  No one would respond anyway.  And even if she did get an interview somehow, she probably wouldn’t get the job.  She felt the familiar sting of exclusion and defeat.  People were always looking for someone pretty.  Or with boobs.  At 18, Hannah’s figure was still more girl than adult female.  She stood 5 feet 4 inches tall, and weighed 100 pounds fully dressed.  Her email inbox was visible in her browser, mocking her.  She pushed the page reload button in frustration, once, twice, three times…

A message popped into her inbox.  It was a response to hers. 

Hi, thanks for your reply.  When can you come for an interview?

Hannah bit her lip again, which was starting to hurt from all the biting.  She realized she had to pee, which heightened the tension she was already feeling.  If it WAS a part time job, she could probably start today. She pushed Reply, and then realized that the email she had just received also included a street address.

How about today?

The response came back immediately.

Today is good, please be here at 2 PM with your ID.

That was it, then.  She was going for an interview today.   Maybe she would actually get hired, she thought.  Her luck had to change at some point, didn’t it?  She put her laptop down again, and lay back on the couch as she thought it about it one last time.  Then, she pulled herself out of the warm sleeping bag, shivering in the cold air of her friend’s apartment as she did.  Time to get up.  She turned the laptop around so it faced her on the table and responded:

OK, see you at 2.

Three hours to get ready, Hannah thought.  Or, plenty of time to back out.  She re-read the email, trying to imagine the man behind the words.  Of course it was a man, she thought.  But then she couldn’t be sure.  Why couldn’t it be a woman?  And why did it matter?  She needed a job, and this was the closest she could find.  Impulsively, she closed her laptop with a snap, and stood up.

“Today,” Hannah said.  “I am getting a job today.”