Jeff took an important call in his car before entering his home. The voice on the other line was his brother. Ray, who had graciously updated him on this week's wins and losses. It was the most civil conversation they had had in weeks. Jeff enjoyed it until Ray viciously proceeded to talk him into a Vegas trip that was sure to lead him to a coke binge.
"I'll meet you at the airport. It will be fun. Dana's having an MMA event this weekend. Hell, you might as well sign up," Ray laughed, "You can knock out another CEO, maybe I'll get my ten grand back."
Jeff remained silent and Ray chuckled off the tension radiating through phone waves, "Too soon?"
"There is nothing funny about that shit," Jeff snapped, "Thank God Hughes took the money, I'd be rotting in a jail cell."
"Yeah, yeah. I know. I was just joking, anyway. I got us a flight leaving out-"
"Raymond, what part of I am not going don't you understand? I can't leave my little girl here by herself, anymore."
"Do you really think she's going to give a fuck? Give her a few dollars and come back with a teddy bear and the girl will be fine," Ray explained, holding hope for his brother's attendance.
Jeff wanted to go, who wouldn't, but he had other responsibilities. He was a husband now, however unqualified. But Ray was right. Anna wouldn't care if he left For a few days, he mused. He would be back before the holidays. Vegas had women on call and ready for anything. He envisioned having his last hurrah. Last time he had woken up hungover with two women in his bed. One sucked his cock to life while the other flicked her tongue on his asshole.... God he loved Vegas.
Jeff shook his head at the thought, "I've got to go. I'll have your money by Christmas."
"Jeff, wait. Dude I don't care about the money, I just want us to do something together."
"Ray," Jeff sighed, "I'll see you at Christmas okay, I gotta go, I'm driving."
"But-"
Jeff ended the call and opened the door. It hurt to dismiss his only blood but Ray was a bad influence.
Needing to unwind, he dropped his new phone on the couch and walked to his bar for a stiff drink. He needed to quit, but the thought of doing so only provoked him to pour a little extra into the short glass. He should be happy. He was blessed with, old money, a successful line of furniture stores operating up the east coast, not to mention, a new apartment in Houston he had just signed the paperwork for. He had it made before hitting rock bottom, and sucker punching one of his biggest investors.
Jeff couldn't remember what the fat fuck had said but it was something to do with his new wife being so young. He snapped blacked out and woke up to his brother yapping about a 10,000 pay off to keep Dr. Hughes from pressing charges.
After that embarrassing fiasco, Jeff set out to renew himself. That renewal came from his wife who threatened to leave him. No woman was walking out on him, especially one he could easily toss over his broad shoulder.
Jeff had heard college friends groan over the years, complaining about their nagging wives, far uninterested in sex after the first year of marriage. That was one reason why he had despised the idea.
But here he was living under the same roof with a nagging four foot eleven little girl who was keeping him grounded. It all started with a doctor's appointment that led to the hospital where a psych doctors diagnosed him as the fucked up man he was.
A deeper understanding of his mental health didn't help a man like Jeff. The doctor said he needed medicine to balance his rage. He was taking the happy pills as directed but that didn't stop the urge to drink, smoke, and snort his way to a happy place.
Despite the new clarity, his semi sober existence had been up and down. A part of him didn't want to change. It took everything in him to go back to the doctor and see a therapist today. He hated being tested and evaluated like a car. He was a man. That is why he sucked it up and went. That and the fact that the nosy little bitch he married had an app that tracked his visits.
Jeff was struggling, sitting on his barstool, and biting his nails like a frazzled bitch. His mind turned, in need of a distraction.
"What's wrong with you?"
Jeff spit out a piece of nail and looked toward Anna, her small breasts poking cleavage from a silky dress. She was beautiful, tanned, and perfectly made up.
"Do you see anything wrong with me?" Jeff smiled, tightening his jaw, "What are you all dressed up for?"
"Not you," she rolled her eyes.
His eyes narrowed at her new dress. It was tight at the top while the bottom stretched, molding the burgundy fabric to her curves. She had painted her eyes with a reddish sparkly mix that matched her red lips.
"You look like a ready-made whore," Jeff laughed and rubbed his crotch.
"Whatever," Anna walked into the kitchen, giving him a better view of her plump cheeks.
"Come here," Jeff tapped his thigh, "Sit on my lap and let me see what's under that slutty dress, little girl."
"I am not a slut." Seeing that she had an effect on him, she teasingly bent and showed him the full package.
Jeff licked his lips. She was the perfect distraction, a beautiful little fuck toy.
"You look so fucking sexy."
Anna looked up from her long mindless gaze in the fridge to smirk, "You said I look like a Whore."
Jeff nodded, "You're My whore."
As expected her nose turned up and she walked over to the bar with a bottle of juice, "You are so fucking gross."
"Come here," Jeff kneaded his cock, and it elongated across his thigh, "I want you right now."
"Hell, no." Her eyes seduced him with a shady shift up and down, "You are not messing my dress up."
Jeff knew his Brat. She wouldn't just let him fuck her. No, he knew that dress was not coming off without a fight. He settled on charm and took his cock out to stroke.
"You got Daddy so hard in that little dress, baby girl."
Anna giggled, "You are so perverted."
"Sexy little whore. Are you trying to be my whore baby?" Jeff rolled his palm up to knead his cockhead, "I'll even be your little submissive boy and let you pretend to be a dominatrix, before I destroy that pussy."
"Funny." Anna slid a bottle across the bar and he stopped jacking.
"No ma'am," Jeff grasped the bottle.
Anna pouted, "I want a drink. I am 21 and I can drink if I want."
With a growing craving for her, Jeff watched her use both hands to grab the liquor bottle. She poured the tiniest amount into a cup of juice. He brought back to his cock, hoping to seduce but she ignored his lewd gesture. Inside she was burning with desire from his large veiny hand sliding up and down his shaft.
Jeff was free in his sexuality, spilling off his desires in a raspy note, "Do you think you can fit this fat cock in your little pussy, baby girl?" He grunted, knowing if all else failed he was going to shoot a load on that silky dress, "I want you screaming for me, you sexy little whore."
Anna swallowed her desire and faced him with a smirk. She touched his thighs, giving her best puppy girl eyes. He jacked faster then removed his hand hoping she'd take the bait. Perhaps it was his coaching that was working and he grabbed her hand leading it to his passion.
"Are you going to rub this cock for Daddy?"
Anna fluttered her fingers across his swollen tip. He was stunned that she would obey and took a deep draw in preparation.
"Get down there and lick it, baby," Jeff shook with anticipation.
"I said, NO," Anna giggled, and walked away to wipe her hand on the back of the couch, "Stop being gross."
Jeff grabbed his hard-on and stroked, "Come on and play with Daddy baby," he moaned, "You know how bad I want to use you. No work tomorrow so, we can play all night."
Anna beamed with excitement to anger him, "I can't play with you tonight, little boy. I have a date," she wiggled her hips.
Jeff ended his fap, his cock getting soft on the spot. "I hadn't planned to kill anyone today. But I don't mind catching two charges."
