IMDB describes "Shameless" as follows: a scrappy, fiercely loyal Chicago family makes no apologies. It is a Showtime series with many characters and includes mild violence and adult situations. I got hooked a little while ago. In one episode, season 10, episode 7 called, "Citizen Carl," Debbie Gallagher, one of the main characters, hooks up with a Milf. I was so aroused, I wrote the back story that was never in the episode but occurred in my horny mind.
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Debbie was anxious, putting the final touches on her makeup and straightening her red leather skirt—likely faux leather. When she reached the bottom of the stairs, her friend, Megan had just arrived. "Girl, let's go," said Megan.
"Sweating the sitter," said Debbie, as the doorbell rang. Megan opened the door. In walked the most precocious ten year-old on the south side, Stella the babysitter.
"Do you have the goods?" demanded the little precocious one.
"On the table," said Debbie. In a flash, Stella found the gallon size plastic jar of Cheetos, stuffing a handful in her mouth and sat between her two charges for the evening, one three and one five. "Make sure she is alive when I get home," counseled Debbie to the rag muffin she had entrusted the toddlers to. Debbie and Megan left in Megan's car.
Megan was the leader. "We're going to a new place; The Waldorf Astoria is now the hottest place for our kind of hook ups. Play it cool. I will lead, you follow. We'll have a drink and I will find our evening's catch." Debbie was already filled with trepidation and regret for agreeing to accompany Megan on her hunt. "You know what would be cool? When we are both ovulating, we hook up and have our kids the same week. We're gonna find a couple of guys for our next free ride on the gravy train. You remember what I told you. A sperm deposit is a bank deposit."
"Disgusting," was all Debbie had to say. Sensing Debbie's anger, Megan just drove.
Sitting in a nice corner of the bar, sipping their martinis, Megan was evaluating each patron. She would be patient to find the right one.
"This place is fancy," said Debbie.
"I come here to find all of my baby daddies."
"Really? These guys?"
"They're rich."
"Old as shit."
"That just means they will die sooner.... You need to find your next sucker now," delivered with a whine. She was still working on Debbie to get knocked up so as to milk some rich guy. "You need to find your next sucker now."
"I'm not sure I want to have another kid."
"Don't look at it as a kid. Look at it as a gravy train."
After a stare down: was Megan really suggesting I get pregnant just to suck a guy's wallet dry, thought Debbie?
"Come on, let's go." They wandered over to where a couple of gray-haired gentlemen were sitting. "I'm Me-gan. This is De-bie," as if the guys were deaf. Both men used glasses to see.
"Oh, then. I am Mark. This is Charles."
Charles put his glasses on in order to take a good long look at Megan. "Ohh, you're a pretty one," looking straight at Megan.
They sat down in a small secluded area. "This is Weston," said Charles. "He is my eighth grandchild."
"Eight of them," exclaimed Debbie as Megan was deep in conversation with Mark.
"Thirteen actually. I haven't shown you the rest." Charles went on about many of his other grandchildren as Megan was fondling Mark's tie. Over Megan's shoulder sat a beautiful middle-aged brunette at the bar. Debbie was desperately trying to figure out a way out of this mess that her friend Megan had gotten her into. The brunette at the bar had figured out what was going on and shot Debbie a glance that seemed to mean: let's see you get out of this one, chick. Debbie was filled with strategies of how to extricate herself.
Mark piped up, "Hey kids, what do you say we take this party upstairs up to our rooms?"
"Yes," exclaimed Megan.
Charles stood up, beckoning Debbie to follow. "That sounds like a wonderful idea," as he offered his left arm to Debbie for her take it. She knew that her window was closing to find an escape. Megan was egging on the guys by suggesting that they order campaign and strawberries.
As the four of them walked through the lobby, Debbie hatched a plan as the brunette at the bar glanced knowingly at the foursome. The group took a few steps toward the bank of elevators, and Debbie's plan came together.
"Hannah, Hannah it's me Debbie Gallagher," as the brunette suddenly realized she had been drafted as a bit player in the drama. "This is Hannah, my mother's best friend. I'm going to say 'hi' I will meet you up in the room. She moved toward 'Hannah'. "Please save me from this old guy...go with this," whispering to the brunette with all the desperation she could muster.
"Debbie, oh my goodness. You look wonderful," then embracing Debbie and whispering in her ear, "OK, he's getting in the elevator...and now he's gone."
"Ah, thank you. I'll leave you alone now," gathering up her coat and making to leave.
"The least I can do is buy you a drink and tell you my real name."
"Sure." They sat at the bar and struck up a nice conversation. The brunette was Claudia, a highly compensated corporate attorney who had a house in Forrest Hills, about an hour west of the city. She was long divorced and had a daughter named Julia, eighteen. They had a strained relationship. She took up residence at the Waldorf-Astoria when she had late night and early morning meetings with her clients downtown. She billed well over a million and a half dollars per year so the firm was generous with her expense account.
Debbie told Claudia about Megan's gold-digging schemes and that Megan has four children already by four different men, all of who paid enough in child support to allow her to pay her bills easily... and take care of the kids. Tonight was a long-awaited girls' night out so Megan could try to snare another sucker.
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Before getting into the elevator, both Mark and Charles reached into their pants pockets for little purple pills. They each swallowed one. It would require about a half hour to take effect. "I think I will order the strawberries you suggested," said Mark, stalling for time. When they reached the room, that is exactly what he did.
"Megan, right? You are a pretty lady, do you like to party?" They made small talk until the berries—and the champagne-- arrived twenty minutes later. It was a very nice arrangement and they enjoyed themselves. The men were eager to tell Megan about their lives, their interests, their successes in business. Megan knew that everyone's favorite subject to discuss is themselves. She knew they would be good marks.
They were sitting in the living room of the suite, lounging on the couches, when Charles suggested that Megan come over to sit next to him. Swallowing the last strawberry, she crossed the room. Charles leaned toward her, put his hand on her knee and put his head down while pulling her to him. He found her mouth enticing and he tongued her hungrily. She complied with his kissing but was not turned on by it, rather repelled by it. She responded by using her left hand to feel his chest. Mark watched with anticipation from across the room, finally deciding to take off his coat and shirt. By that time, Charles had run his right hand up Megan's panty-hosed leg. Before long his hand was on her right leg and making its way to her crotch.
Megan stood up. "Will you help me take off my coat?" beckoning Charles. The green coat came off, as did the skirt and black blouse. She was wearing a sexy black bra and matching thigh-high panties. They looked hungrily at her. She was sanding in her panties and bra. Mark had stripped to his shorts. Charles was starring too hard to get undressed, mezmerized. Megan pulled off his coat and unbuckled his pants. He pushed them off. The Viagra pills had started to work, as Charles was sporting a small bulge. She reached up to kiss him as he pushed his hands into the back of her panties and squeezed the youngest ass he had felt a long time. She pushed him back so that he had to sit on the couch. He knew—he hoped that he knew—what he was in for. She knelt in front of him and pulled his cock out of his boxers.
