The Slut Rose: Just One Drop, Part 2
"Now... where do you want the drop?" he asked, raising the little dropper up.
I saw my stepmom's car pull into the parking lot and slide into a space close by. I didn't think she saw me yet, though, since I was on the other side of the building from where the track team met. I dug a white rubber glove out of my pocket and put it on my left hand.
"In the palm," I said, holding my hand out, palm up.
"You sure you don't want it in the palm of your... other... hand... maybe even for free," he said, leering at her, looking her up and down. "You'll get to see first hand that this stuff works."
"No, not a chance in hell!" I said forcefully. The nerve of him! Thinking that I would in any way want to be his little sex toy.
"Whatever you say," he said, snickering, putting one drop into the palm. He then resealed the vial and put it back into his pocket and quickly walking away, away from the parking lot. "Have fun!" he laughed.
I grabbed my bag in my right hand and took off towards my stepmom's car. She noticed movement and turned towards me, looking a little surprised that I came from a different direction. I opened the back door and threw my bag in the back seat. Then I slid into the front seat and closed the door. She started to reach forward to start the car again, but I lightly grabbed her bare arm with my left, glove-covered hand, putting the liquid on her arm.
"What's that?" she asked, pulling her hand back, wondering why I was wearing a rubber glove. She rubbed her arm where the oil touched her, looking at it in surprise, rubbing it into her skin.
"Oh... just something I wore... to... to protect my hands," I lied... well, maybe it wasn't really a lie. I pulled the glove off my hand, trying to turn it inside-out and tossed it back onto my bag. I settled into my seat.
I was smiling and so fucking excited.
And I waited.
Emmanuelle started the car and pulled out of the parking spot, moving towards the road. She briefly stopped at the red light there then turned and started driving home.
"Thank you for always picking me up, mom," I told her. "I just want you to know how much I appreciate it."
"Ah... you're welcome sweetie," she smiled, looking at me. "Hopefully you can get your license soon. You'll need it for college."
"Yeah," I said. I really did have to move on that. College was going to come fast once the graduation ceremony was past.
"So," she asked looking at the traffic ahead, both of her hands on the wheel. "How's your day been?"
"Uh, kinda hard. I had a test today," I complained. It had been a draining day. But more so because I couldn't wait for the day to end and to get the drop of oil from Levi. The anxiety was killing me. And then when I saw the effects from the video he showed me... oh my God! My excitement went through the roof!
"Ah, I don't miss those days," she said, sympathizing. "What was it on?"
"Algebra."
"Ah... even better," she laughed a little.
"Yeah. I'm not that great at math."
"Well," she said, "if it makes you feel better, even to this day I don't think I've ever used algebra."
I looked at her. "No surprise there. I'm sure half the stuff I'm learning in High School and college I won't use much in the real world."
"Yeah. That's the way it works. Oh... don't forget your seatbelt honey," she said when the car bell warned it was off.
"Oh, yeah," I said, absently, sliding it over my lap and clicking it. I had a lot on my mind at the moment and the seatbelt wasn't exactly at the top of my list.
"Come on. We're safe around here," she smiled. "So... how was practice?"
"It was good. Nothing special today," I said. I saw that she was starting to lick her lips more and wondered if oil had started working.
