In the information age, news travels at the speed of light. Even information you are trying to keep private. The modern smart phone is faster than a set of jungle drums, is easier to understand than smoke signals, and carries more information than a Western Union transatlantic cable, goes more places than the Pony Express, and is totally ubiquitous! The freaking things are everywhere. Every girl has one.
"Your dad bought you a ... WHAT?!" Mac sputtered in disbelief, glaring into her phone at Nikki.
"Shhh! He's sitting just across the room. You alone?" Nikki asked.
"No. I'm out with Dad and 'Hooters Girl', shopping for supper; so that probably means I'll be spending tonight at your house. They've got that 'I haven't fucked you in hours' look."
Yuccccck! Can't you guys just get a hotel room?
"Daddy, can MacKenzie spend the night?"
Mac could hear Jack, mumbling in the background, "Yeah, but tell her to make sure it's okay with her dad. And, she has to make sure he knows where she'll be."
She distinctly heard Nikki adding, "Hooters Girl's going to be at Mac's house." Then Jack scolding, "You guys ought to be ashamed; the woman has a name. It's 'Tammy'."
"Okay, fine. 'Tammy' is going to be at Mac's house tonight. It's Friday night, Uncle Spence is going to 'get some'. You know, Daddy, you should date. You should go out, it's Friday night!"
Mac grinned, listening as Jack switched his parenting voice, "Nikki, am I gonna have to wash that little mouth out with soap?"
'Get some', where do you learn these words?
Nikki's face came back into view. "He says, '
Yes
'. You know, all the usual lawyer small print about telling your dad, getting his permission, who's in charge, how late can you stay out...yada yada yada," Nikki recited their fathers' routine set of protocols, rolling her eyes dismissively.
I swear to God, a father who is an attorney could suck the fun out of blowing soap bubbles on a spring day!
MacKenzie looked around, making sure Tammy and her dad were out of earshot. "Nikki, he didn't really buy you a sex toy?"
She saw Nikki grin naughtily, nodding her head on the small screen.
He did. He absolutely did!
"What kind? How big. Is it electric? Is it real looking or plastic?"
"I'll show you when you get here; I promise." She crossed her heart.
You're gonna freak!
An hour-and-a-half later, Jack walked out the front door of his house just as Mac eased out of the backseat of Spencer's Forerunner. She was wearing the all too familiar Aikido dogi, her waist wrapped in the inconspicuous black belt.
"Jack! Hey thanks, man," Spencer greeted him. "She just finished Aikido class, so she probably needs a shower." He tossed Jack the small backpack that Mac had left in the back seat. "It's got the usual stuff:
jammies and probably a swimsuit."
"No spare panties?" Jack smarted off.
Tammy lowered her sunglasses, so Jack could see the wicked sparkle in her eyes. "I don't think she wears panties, Jack."
Spencer swore, "Too much fucking information, Tammy! Way more information than I need to know."
A short pause and Tammy asked, "Jack?"
Distracted, he mumbled without looking up. "Yeah?" He was busy staring at her Hooters shirt.
My, what big eyes you have!
"Jack, my eyes are up here." His eyes jerked upward. She was smiling. "It's the shirt," Tammy explained, turning to Spencer. "It makes everyone forget to breathe, close their mouth, and forget to look up."
Spencer laughed. "I really don't think it's the shirt, Tammy."
"It also seems to make the tips bigger." She took a deep breath, purposely expanding her well-endowed chest.
"Huh?" Jack's gaze immediately swerved right back down to her nipples,
They don't look any larger to me!
"You know, Jack ... tips? The money that guys, like you and Spence, leave on the table? At Hooters, I mean ..." No response from Jack, still busy ogling her tits. "And, Jack?!"
"Oh for God's sake! What, Tammy?" Testily, he forced his eyes back up to hers.
Amused, Tammy's eyes danced with humor.
Jack's certainly got a short attention span; must be real tough being a lawyer suffering from ADD.
"Hate to interrupt your train of thoughts, Jack; but there is one other thing." She dropped her eyes. "You may want to deal with that before you go back into the house. I mean, considering the girls and all."
Jack followed her gaze.
Shit, I'm hard! Hard enough to be obvious anyway.
"Sorry I can't help with that, Jack." Tammy reached out of the vehicle window and straightened his collar. "I really am; but, I need to take care of your partner here. He seems a little tense. I thought that maybe a night with a full body massage and a couple of happy endings might relax him." She looked back down. The effect was as expected. Another smile.
Yeah, Jack, you go right ahead and think about Spencer's happy endings. Better yet, you could try not to think about them.
"Night, Jack."
"Right!"
Happy endings?! Jesus, what a tease!
"Bye, you two."
Spinning around, he walked back towards the front door, carrying Mac's bag casually hung across the front of his trousers.
Hey, at least I didn't hang it on the front of my trousers!
As he passed through the door, no sign of the girls.
Probably upstairs already.
Walking quickly down the hall, he stepped behind the kitchen counter and pulled down the bottle of bourbon.
He poured some into a small glass, added some ice, and held it against his forehead. A moment's rest, then he pulled out the cubes and tossed them into the sink.
He headed for his den, bourbon in-hand.
Down the hall in Nikki's room, Mac and Nikki were sitting face-to-face on her bed. Mac was removing the Aikido uniform; Nikki was sitting cross-legged, just watching.
"Mac, why didn't you wear a bra? What if you get thrown? You know, like when the guys grab you and throw you around by the front of your gi?" Nikki thought about it a moment,
Maybe it's because you don't get thrown much at practice anymore. Usually there's just an outburst of laughter from you, followed by some guy flying across the mat.
She loved watching Mac practice. All through high school she and Mac had taken Phys Ed together, so she knew for a fact MacKenzie could only lift about ninety pounds. That was Mac's body weight; but, overall physically, she wasn't that big. On the other hand, she'd once seen Mac simply laugh and toss a two-hundred-and-twenty pound guy all the way across a fifteen-foot wide Aikido mat.
When questioned, Mac had simply answered, "I just let him go where he wanted to be." It was one of the times Nikki had seen the Sensei actually smile and bow to MacKenzie.
That was totally cool!
"Mac," she had said, puzzled, "he was trying to jump on you."
In response, Mac had just grinned cutely and said, "Yeah, I know. He missed!" Then, they had both broken out in a fit of giggles.
Nikki abandoned her daydream recollections as Mac rolled backwards on the bed, lifting her legs and slipping off the practice pants in one clean move. Rolling back up she was now naked sitting cross legged in front of Nikki,
"No panties, either?" Nikki gasped. "Practicing Aikido all commando! MacKenzie Dawn Phillips, you are such a ho!"
"I hate panty lines."
"Does your dad know?"
"No, but I'm pretty sure 'Hooters Girl' does. She's always checking out my ass, wishing it was hers." In response, Nikki's hands covered her mouth, stifling a fit of laughter.
"So, what was it you were going to show me?" Mac teased, sliding across the bed towards Nikki.
"Nooooo ...!" Nikki thrust a hand on MacKenzie's sternum, pushing gently back; she sniffed and pinched her nose with her fingers. "You stink; you smell like a dojo. Shower first, then surprise. And, Mac? Take a long shower, 'cause this will take a minute. Okay?"
Nikki reached down, cupped Mac's pussy, and looked up with an impish smile. "Shave the kitty, too!"
"What ... ever! This better be good, Nikki." She jumped off the bed, padding down the hall bare-ass naked.
Shave the kitty. Where's Uncle Jack when you need him? hahahahah
Nikki started ripping off her sweats as she ran to the closet, where she'd hidden the toy her dad bought her.
She was tossing clothes back and forth, looking for the items she needed. She chewed on a stray strand of hair thinking, then smiled.
Perfect!
She grabbed her best pair of jeans, pulled out a pair of cowboy boots, and, of course, white cotton socks. She thought for a moment and then went to her dresser, retrieving a pair of her black boxer boy-style undies. These actually had a fly. No bra for the look she wanted.
With her arms full and naked as the day she was born, she ran for her bathroom.
Standing in front of the mirror, she applied very little makeup. No lipstick. Only the barest hint of eye liner. Pulling her ponytail to one side over an ear, she tucked it up under the ball cap that her dad had loaned her at the adult store. Nicole slipped on a simple, tight white cotton tee-shirt and, over it, a blue denim shirt, tucked in with the top couple of buttons open. She rolled the sleeves up, bunching them at her biceps to make her arms look bigger.
She took the toy from the box and giggled. With the boxer boy-style underwear, she could just get it inside. She squealed as the suction cup slipped into the shorts and came to rest against her already excited clit, mashing it firmly into her mound. The major portion of the shaft hung out through the boxer-style opening in the underwear. She forced it downward, so it hung down a leg on one side of the jeans. She carefully adjusted the balls, making sure they were in the middle. She laughed,
So that's why guys are always moving stuff around down there.
Slipping on her socks, she finally stood up and, sucking her breath in, zipped the jeans closed over her problematic anatomy. Putting on the cowboy boots, she slipped on a pair of sunglasses. She struck a pose in the mirror.
Eat your heart out, Tom Cruise!
Nikki quickly slipped down the hall, past the guest bath where MacKenzie was finishing her personal grooming. She waited, out of sight. Mac came out, patting her newly shaved pussy dry and started toweling her hair as she walked back to Nicole's room. She was singing to herself. Mac walked into the room naked, rubbing her short hair to dry it.
As MacKenzie entered through the door of the bedroom Nikki stepped in behind her, reached up and cupped her wet breasts. She squeezed gently, making them pout. Her lips found Mac's neck in a kiss.
Casually reaching behind her, Mac squealed as her hand landed on an obvious erection and her nose identified the 'Brut' fragrance that Uncle Jack liked.
Erection?! What the fuck, Jack?
Stay the hell out of our room when we're naked!
