"Your dad has a giant cucumber on his lap." Mindy commented, as she scrolled through the pictures on Shelly's phone the next morning.
"Tell me about it." Shelly commented, stopping to wait for a light.
This was Tuesday, Day Four. The girls were on their usual drive to school. To either side of the street, alumni glanced at the silver car and at the two pretty blondes sitting in it. A lot of those students knew who they were.
"That's when it wasn't hard anymore." Shelly added, just as the light turned green and she surged the car forward. "It was the size of a telephone pole when it was hard.
"I don't think I want to fuck your dad anymore." Mindy said.
"Neither do I! My mom can have him all to herself."
Shelly drove into the school parking lot, frowning when she saw that all of the good spots up front were already taken. It was her fault, though, for having gotten up so late. She ended up having to park in the boonies.
"You could have dropped me off at the front of the school, before you decided to park the fuck way out here." Mindy complained. "Look how far we have to walk now!"
"Kiss my ass!" Shelly shot back. "If I have to walk a half a mile to get to first period, so do you. I can barely walk as it is!"
Just then, a familiar Honda pulled up behind them and started blasting its horn.
Both Mindy and Shelly turned to look at it, spotting Heather leaning out the passenger window and giving them double middle fingers.
"You took our spot, you horny bitches!" Heather called out, before the Honda moved on and found its own place to park.
"I guess Haley's back." Mindy commented, as the two unbuckled their belts and made their exit.
"Did you see who was in the back seat?"
"No, who was it?"
"I don't know, I just know somebody was back there."
The two Wannabes, Amy and Rochelle, were seen stepping out of the Honda and tagging along with Haley and Heather.
Heather pointed at Shelly. "You bitch! Tell me you didn't score before I did! I so hate you right now!"
Since Mindy was still holding Shelly's phone, she passed it over so Heather could get a look at her pictures.
"Now, that's what I call a dick." Heather commented, before she passed the phone to Haley.
"Whoa!" Haley said, before she gave the phone back. "I think I'm traumatized now."
"So, how was it?" Heather prodded Shelly. "He looks like he had a good time."
"It was painful." Shelly admitted. "I'm not doing it again."
Mindy motioned at the two newcomers. "What's the story with them?"
"They're with me." Heather said, proudly. "They're going to help me show my daddy a good time tonight. They're both up to speed and they can both be trusted, otherwise they wouldn't be here."
"You told them about the Challenge?" Mindy asked.
"I did, but trust me, they aren't going to say a thing about it because I've got the goods on both of them. They stand to lose just as much as any of us do, if the details of the Challenge ever get leaked. Isn't that right, girls?"
Both Amy and Rochelle nodded back.
"See?" Heather confirmed.
Mindy didn't trust either of the newcomers, but at the moment, she was more concerned about their one and only renegade. "Haley, are you in?"
"Maybe."
"She is." Heather spoke up for her. "She just doesn't want people to know yet. It's a little personal for some of us, okay?"
"We've got five minutes before first bell." Haley informed the bunch.
"Let's take our walk." Mindy directed.
They moved in a small troop, with Mindy and Shelly up front, Haley and Heather next, and the two newbies bringing up the rear. Anybody who was keeping track of the goings-on in the high-end social cliques noticed that there were now six Heartbreakers instead of four. That was enough to keep tongues wagging throughout the entire school day.
PREDATORS ON THE PROWL, BITCHES. TONIGHT'S SPECIAL: THREE FOR ONE DEAL. DON'T HATE, PARTICIPATE!
Tom grimaced as he pulled up to the stop sign. The brakes were squealing again. That meant he had to take his truck into the shop to get them checked. Maybe they'd last a little longer if his wife didn't always drive with one foot on the brake pedal and the other on the accelerator, effectively wearing the brakes out whenever the truck was in motion.
Women, you can't live with them... and you can't live with them.
Tom chuckled at his own goofy wit. He couldn't remember a time when he hadn't had been with Jenny. They'd been high school sweethearts, what was it, two decades ago? He married Jenny right after they'd both graduated, and he'd been with her ever since. He couldn't believe how long she'd stuck with his sorry ass, even through his four years in the army.
Of course, it hadn't all been roses and champagne. (Actually, there had never been much of that stuff at all. They'd just never had that kind of money lying around.) Through the many years they'd been together, they'd had their arguments and their fights, and their brief separations. At the end of the day, Tom and Jenny always seemed to gravitate back toward each other like a pair of magnets. Somehow, their marriage even survived the one time when he caught Jenny screwing around with her old boss.
Maybe Tom was too comfortable with her. Well, he was, no doubt about it. Jenny could probably cheat on him again. Sure he'd have a fit over it at first, and he'd want to knock the man's lights out, but he knew that deep down inside he'd eventually forgive her. He was a modern day dinosaur, a one-woman man.
Not him, though. Tom would never cheat on her. A couple of times he'd been angry enough with Jenny to drive out to a strip bar and ogle the ladies. The result was that he would end up dropping half his wallet into their thongs. One time Tom even went out with a woman from an old job. That lady might have wanted to fool around with him, at least she was flirting with him enough. But no, after comparing what he had at home to what he had sitting next to him, Tom had opted for the latter.
Surely, Jenny deserved better than him. After thirty-eight years of being on Earth, the best Tom could do was to hold down a position as a warehouse manager for a big grocery chain. He oversaw bulk product coming in, was responsible for its packaging and distribution all over the city, and he made sure his work crew was always on the ball. He wasn't above getting his hands dirty, as he occasionally jumped in and helped stock pallets and roll them into trucks. That, more or less, helped him stay in decent shape.
Still, times were tough. The only thing they could really count on was more and more bills in the mailbox. That's why Jenny ended up having to work nights, as a cocktail waitress at the local casino no less. Tom cringed at the thought of Jenny waltzing around in her skimpy server outfit, where every jerk in the world could stare at her ass, and maybe even cop a feel every once in a while. Sometimes, he wondered if Jenny would let a man touch her this way, if she thought she might get a bigger tip out of it.
Tom shook his head to drive such thoughts away. The tired man focused his attention on the long street ahead of him. He had just dropped his wife off at her job, and now he was cruising down his block and nearing home. Tom was hoping to get a few hours of sleep before Jenny got out in the morning. He knew he had plenty of time for that, as she was scheduled for the 9 to 5 overnight shift.
As Tom maneuvered the truck onto his driveway, he noticed that the lights were on in his living room. Even from where he sat he could hear the steady thump of club music. The puzzled man checked his watch. It was past nine now and it was a school night. Whoever had the stereo turned on was about to be booted off to bed.
The tired man strolled across the yard and toward his front door, noting that with the single exception of his house, the rest of the neighborhood looked to already be asleep. His house had both a security door and a regular door. While Tom unlocked the first door, through the crack in the second he observed a few forms in the living room dancing around.
He was mildly surprised when he discovered his daughter Heather and two other girls gyrating their hips and swaying around in the living room. One was dressed like a schoolgirl, with a white, long-sleeve shirt and a red and black plaid skirt. This girl was blonde. Tom had to admit that she was very pretty, but her pigtails made her look as if she was all of ten years old. The next female was a black girl, very tall and lithe. She looked just as inviting in what looked to be a basketball uniform. Finally, and most disturbing of all, was his daughter Heather, who was wearing a tight blouse that showed off way too much cleavage. The blouse gripped Heather's full breasts like a second layer of skin. His daughter also wore a pair of denim shorts so form-fitting that he wondered how she'd squeezed her big butt into them. Next, Tom noticed several open beer cans sitting carelessly on the lamp stand. He added this revelation to the growing list of infractions he was about to point out to his daughter.
Tom took a single step toward the loud stereo, intending to shut it off, only to see Heather swoop in front of him and cut him off. In an unexpectedly bold move, she actually brushed him back, mainly with her boobs, before she swung her arms around his back and snared him.
"Hi, daddy!" Heather announced, bringing her face close to his.
Her intimate welcome was followed up by a deliberately heavy breath; a breath that reeked of alcohol. Besides that, his daughter's eye make-up and lipstick made her look like a little hussy.
"Where did you get the beer?" Tom said, evenly.
"You'd better not get mad." Heather embraced her dad even tighter. "We're just having a good time here. And you'd better not embarrass me in front of my friends, either."
Tom looked past her at the two other teenage dancers. He had no idea who those girls were. They weren't even paying attention to them, as they were dancing with each other.
He addressed Heather again, but in a low voice. "First of all, you shouldn't be drinking. Second, you have to turn off that music and ask your friends to leave, because it's only Tuesday and you have school tomorrow."
