Thanks to BradBigBrain for editing suggestions! This is a complete story with all chapters submitted to Lit. and posted under the Novel/Novella genre. It contains, but is not limited to MF, FF, BDSM, Non-con/Reluctance, and Group. I hope you enjoy this tale as much as I enjoyed writing it! ~ Red ©
Chapter 1
Renee found it hard to maneuver her car through the winding streets of the city. Rain fell in sheets and the dense clouds moving in, kept the fog dense. Visibility was almost non-existent. She looked at the clock on the dashboard and cursed, pulled into a parking lot, placed the car into park and picked up her cell phone. Her husband's voice reached out to her.
"Hey babe, what's up?" he said.
"Is your boss still planning on coming over for dinner?" she asked, as she stared out the windshield of her car and tried to make out her surroundings.
The idea of having Rick's boss sitting down at their dinner table had been, for the most part very appealing. It was rare for the head honcho to sit across from one of the lesser known employees, and when he did do it, according to Rick, it almost always meant a promotion was on the table. Now though as she took in the bad weather she began to second guess hosting the meal. It was obvious it was not going to be an impressive one.
"Yeah, he is," Rick said over the phone, bringing Renee back to reality. "It sucks, I know, but we both know how important this dinner is. Is there any way you can get home in time to make it as spectacular as we'd hoped?"
Rick eased slowly along the entrance ramp to the interstate, all the while keeping an eye on the road and an ear tuned to his wife. He knew she understood the importance of the meeting and he knew she would do everything in her power to make sure the night went off without a hitch. The weather though was beyond either one of their control.
Renee sighed in frustration, closed her eyes and knew there was only one solution. "Look, I'll give Candice a call and let her know what is going on. Dinner is going to suffer though. You know she's not a talent in the kitchen. Your promotion better not be based on how well your twenty-one year old daughter can cook, or you're screwed. I better give her a call and let her know she's going to have to start supper."
Rick chuckled softly. "Don't worry, I'm pretty sure the promotion is in the bag and this is just Ben's way of making sure the whole family is on board."
Renee smiled into the phone. "You know that's why I love your job and your boss. He's not like the typical CEO of some finance company. He works hard to make sure the little guy gets noticed just as much as the big guy and he tries hard to make sure he knows something special about everyone under his employ." Renee sighed into the phone, "Look, I better get going and you be safe. I'll make the call and let Candice know what's going on. See you when you get home, okay?"
"Okay and I am sorry about all this. I love you," he said.
"Honey, it's not you, it's the weather. I love you too," Renee answered before ending her call. She then pressed the correlating number to her daughter's cell. It rang several times and Renee feared she would be left speaking to Candice's voice mail.
A quick prayer was answered when she heard her only child say, "Hey mom."
Renee took a deep breath and launched into what she hoped would not annoy her daughter too much. She knew Candice hated cooking and the idea of having to cook a meal for her dad's boss was going to make her stomach churn. It was already causing Renee's to.
"Hey honey. I'm running late. The storm outside is really making the roads nasty and traffic is at a crawl," Renee shared with her daughter.
Candice turned around and looked outside. "Hmm, I guess it is. I hadn't noticed." She winked at the boy on the couch, whose pants were undone and cock wet from her saliva. She placed her hand over the phone and blew him a kiss. "Mom," she mouthed, before turning back to face the living room window.
"Well, I need you to start supper," Renee said. She waited for a moment, allowing her daughter to digest the meaning behind her words. "You still there?" Renee asked when she was met with only silence.
"Yeah, I'm still here," Candice answered. She had heard her mother's proclamation and at first thought nothing of it, until she remembered that her dad's boss was supposed to be dropping in. "Umm---mom, isn't this the night dad's boss is coming to dinner? Or did the storm change his mind?"
Renee sighed. "I wish, but no it didn't and yes it is. But before you freak out, you don't have to cook a lot. I'm sure Mister Tarnish will understand why there isn't a seven course meal laid out in front of him."
Candice's jaw dropped. "Are you kidding me? He's still coming over and you want me to cook for him? The man that can either make or break daddy's career and..."
"Candice, stop. Take a deep breath. You're twenty-one years old and you can cook a steak if you put your mind to it. Set the timer for God's sake, and you don't even need to start them until he pulls into the drive. There's a box of Pasta that you can cook up, toss in the seasonings that come along with it, and some mayonnaise. Also, there is a bag of mixed vegetables in the freezer and some bread too. Follow the directions and you'll have everything piping hot when he walks in the door. If your dad and I aren't there yet, eat without us." Renee waited to hear her daughter complain and yet when she heard the long sigh of frustration instead, she knew Candice was going to do as she was told.
"What time?" she asked her mother, as she leaned back over the cock she'd been sucking. Her fingers played with the head, but her heart just wasn't in it any more. She hated the idea of cooking dinner, but also knew the meal, even a mediocre one was necessary. Her mother's voice had sounded too determined.
Renee thought a moment and knew that due to the storm, she couldn't really give her daughter a time line with anything, not even the steaks, though she had thought to earlier. "You know what, he knows we're running late. Your dad talks about him enough, I feel as if I know him. He'll understand and will mostly likely offer to help. Just stick him in the living room with the remote in one hand and a beer in the other."
Candice chuckled, as did her mother. "I'll take care of it and promise not to burn the steaks, but you guys owe me! You know I suck in the kitchen," she said, before closing the phone and returning to the dick in front of her.
Renee pushed her phone back into her purse and slowly eased her way back onto the road. She knew that the dinner would be far from perfect, but she also had faith in her daughter to do all she could to insure Ben was made to feel comfortable in their modest dwelling.
