Monday morning proved uneventful as far as Jennings was concerned. All the tigers had behaved better than expected, and the training session had gone almost perfectly. In addition, two executives from the movie studio had 'happened' by and were suitably impressed with his work.
Jennings was thinking about taking the afternoon off and either lounging around the pool at his apartment complex, or giving Sheila, an actress he knew quite well, a call.
But before he could leave, the receptionist at the training center paged him to the front office. Wiping his face with a towel, Jennings wandered into the front office and was told there was a woman that just had to see him.
He walked into the visitor's waiting room and saw an attractive woman around his own age that seemed strangely familiar. She had shoulder-length blond hair, obviously dyed, but well done; blue eyes, and generous breasts. She was curvy, but by no means fat.
"Mr. Jennings?" she said with a knowing smile.
"Yes, That would be me. And what can I do for you... Mrs.?"
"Lee Aguire," she said with a slight Spanish accent.
Jennings realized why there had been something familiar about her. She was Aggie's mother. He prepared himself for an ugly scene and began thinking of how to get her out of the office before she could get started on him.
"I was just leaving for lunch. Would you care to join me?"
"I've eaten already, Mr. Jennings.
"Well, walk me to my car; we'll talk on the way. I've got a tight schedule today. I hope you understand, but animals are temperamental and...."
"That would be fine, Mr. Jennings.
He held the door open for her and followed her outside.
"I'm parked over there. Are you sure you don't mind walking with me?'
"Not at all. It's good exercise."
"What can I do for you, Mrs. Aguire?"
For the first time, the woman appeared uncertain about how to proceed. It occurred to Jennings that this wasn't the way a woman about to read him the riot act was likely to be.
For that matter, Aggie was at least twenty, not jail-bait, so what could she threaten me with?
"I... I... I know about you and Aggie," she began, as they reached his car.
"Her name's DeMarco, not Aguire," he said automatically, knowing the answer before Aggie's mother provided it.
"I had her with my first husband," she said quickly, but...."
"She's at least twenty years old. She can do whatever and with whomever she wants. You must know that."
"I... I saw the two of you. The things you made her do...."
"So, why didn't you interrupt us?"
Mrs. Aguire hesitated, she hadn't expected this. "I came in through the garage and heard you in her bedroom. I stood outside the door while you were..." she dropped her gaze and lowered her voice to a whisper, "... fucking her."
"Why didn't you barge in on us?"
"I was so surprised; I didn't know how to react."
"Look, Mrs. Aguire," I said, hoping to get rid of her without her causing a scene, "if it makes you feel any better, you should know that I have no intention of ever sleeping with or even talking to your daughter again. She's a very provocative young woman, and knows exactly what buttons to push to make me lose control."
"It seemed to me that you were very much in control, Mr. Jennings, you... you treated her like one of your wild animals."
"What can I say, Mrs. Aguire? I won't be seeing her again. At least it's highly unlikely."
He was hoping she would leave it at that and leave him alone. But it wasn't going to turn out that way.
"It turned me on," she whispered.
"What?"
"It turned me on," she repeated, "I kept imagining myself in her place. And if you're not seeing her anymore, I was wondering...."
"Not a chance."
"While you were making her do those awful things I was masturbating and made myself cum harder than I ever have in my life. God, it turned me on, Mr. Jennings. Now I want to take Aggie's place as your slut."
Jennings couldn't believe it. The more he tried to resist this type woman, the more they found him.
"Are you married, Mr. Jennings?"
"No."
"Of course... I knew you'd say that. You think you need to protect your marriage. I understand completely. So I guess you'd hate it if your wife found out about you and Aggie."
He smiled at her. It was the coldest smile she had ever seen. A chill ran down her spine, but she pushed on. "I'd hate that too, Mr. Jennings. I really, truly would."
"How would you feel if Aggie learned that you wanted to take her place in my bed?" Jennings shot back.
"She's a shit anyway. I could care less."
"I'm hungry, care to join me for lunch?" he said, changing tactics.
Mrs. Aguire was up to it and quickly accepted. "I have a motel room at the La Quinta. Care to eat near it?"
"Why not, and what shall I call you besides Mrs. Aguire?"
"Lee is my first name."
"And slut is your middle name, I take it?"
She laughed, pleased at his response. "Whatever you say, Mr. Tiger man."
They had a quick lunch and he caught her off balance when he declined to enter the motel with her.
"But why? It's right here."
"My place, or nothing," he said authoritatively.
"All right," she meekly replied.
Fifteen minutes later she parked alongside his car and followed him into his downtown LA loft.
*****
Once inside he began to take off his belt.
"Lean over that table," he said, indicating the oval oak table in what passed for his kitchen.
