Chapter Two "Late Night Snack"
Daisy Price spent the rest of the afternoon making phone calls, visiting different firms, and leaving applications just about anywhere for them to hopefully hire her. She was finally both out of places to search for work, and pretty tired from all of the work itself. Calling it quits for the day, she finally stopped at the grocery store to get a bag full of groceries, which she happened to have gotten for free just by talking (and maybe even flirting just a little) to a horny teenaged sacker, who had gawked at her, and eventually decided to buy her groceries for her, even though she hadn't even offered him anything in return, though he probably thought she would remember him, and eventually have sex with him, or something. She had thought he was a little to young (Statutory rape anyone?), but he was cute though.
Eventually, making it all the way back home, she put her groceries away, and checked her answering machine for any calls. There were none. Disappointed, she began to make herself supper. Thirty minutes later, right when she just sat down, and was about to take her first bite of supper, the phone rang.
Putting her fork back on her plate, she said aloud in frustration, "Damn! Always about the time you don't want it to ring, it does!" Quickly, she got up and answered the phone. Picking it up she said, "Hello, this is Daisy Price."
On the other end of the phone line a female voice said, "Yes. Hi, Miss Price. I am Susan from the ABC Shipping Company. Mr. Craftsman has reviewed your application, and was wanting to know if you would be able to come in for an interview tomorrow morning at eight o'clock."
"Why, yes, I'd love to." Daisy replied, who was thrilled to hear such good news.
"I'll let him know you are coming. Thank you, Miss Price." Susan said as she hung up.
Daisy hung up the phone, finished her supper, and because she was so exhausted from all of the walking she had already done today, she changed into a fresh pink silk night gown, and went straight onto bed.
Thirty minutes had passed by, and Daisy had totally fallen asleep when she was awakened again by a knocking on the front door, and the ringing of her doorbell.
"Damn! Just like the phone earlier, when you don't want anyone to bother you, here they come! Just a minute! I'll be right there!" Daisy yelled grumpily as she got up, and placed on a green bath robe before answering the front door.
When she opened the front door, she wasn't totally surprised to see that Mr. And Mrs. Fieldsman was standing there. Mrs. Fieldsman was holding a pie in her hands. She wore a one piece flowery designed dress and sandals, and her hair was in a bun. Mr. Fieldsman stood in front of her, apparently the one who had knocked, and he wore a button up short sleeved palm tree and coconut designed shirt, jean shorts, and sandals.
Mr. Fieldsman spoke, saying, "May we come in, Daisy?"
"Sure, come right on in." Daisy replied, who wasn't sure of quite what to make of the whole situation. She held the door open wider, and motioned for them to come on in.
Mr. Fieldsman came in first, heading straight for the couch and taking a seat. Mrs. Fieldsman came in following him, waited for Daisy to shut her front door, and then handed the pie to Daisy, saying, "This is for you, dear. Hope you enjoy it. It's cherry."
"Why, yes, I love cherry pie. Thank you, Mrs. Fieldsman. I'll just go put it in the refrigerator." Daisy said as she took it and went into the kitchen.
"Please, dear, call me Thelma." Mrs. Fieldsman hollered at her as she was putting the pie away.
When Daisy had returned back to the living room, she found that Mr. and Mrs. Fieldsman were sitting on the couch, leaned back with Thelma's right hand resting on Fred's left knee. Both of them looked happy and were smiling brightly towards Daisy, so Daisy sat down in the chair, and wondered to herself what the two were up to.
Daisy was the first to break the silenced by asking, "So, what do I owe you for the pleasure of your visit?"
"Daisy, we were wondering how open minded you were about sex." Mr. Fieldsman blurted out, "Because we wanted you to join in with us!"
Daisy, slightly shocked by the question, thought about it for a moment. Mr. Fieldsman was pretty strong and muscular for someone of his age, and Thelma was still quite beautiful, for someone of her age. Daisy had done both women and men before, and now that she was fully awake again, she was a little turned on by the prospect of having sex again.
Daisy got up out of the chair, and removed her green bath robe to reveal the sexy and revealing pink silk night gown she was wearing. She walked over to the couch and sat right in between both Thelma and Mr. Fieldsman, purposely rubbing her ass across Fred's left knee. With her right hand she rubbed on Mr. Fieldsman's jean shorts to massage his already hardening cock, and with her left, which she slid under Thelma's dress, she rubbed on Thelma's cotton panties massaging Thelma's cunt.
"What exactly did you two have in mind, Mr. Fieldsman?" Daisy asked, as Mr. Fieldsman groped Daisy's left breast, and Thelma was now rubbing Daisy's own cunt with her right hand.
"Please, call me, Fred, and whatever happens, happens. If you know what I mean." Fred said as he was now squeezing and massaging both of Daisy's bodacious breasts.
Daisy unbuttoned and unzipped Fred's blue jean shorts, and then grabbed Fred's now hard cock and stroked on it a little more, and Daisy slid Thelma's panties to the side sticking her index finger in and out of Thelma's cunt rubbing it a little more as well, before Daisy finally said. "Let's go into my bedroom, and you two can get more comfortable."
Daisy led the way to her bedroom, while Fred and Thelma stayed behind a minute to kiss each other passionately. When they finished kissing, Fred whispered into Thelma's ear, and asked, "Are you sure you want to do this?"
"Yes, I really like her." Thelma whispered back into his, and then playfully licked his ear.
