***** Writer's note: This chapter introduces Nikki to Jessica. It's light on incest (at least the kind where daddy's pants are around his ankles) Enjoy!
THE LADY IN RED
Jack still smelled like bubble bath the next morning, not that it particularly bothered him. At least, not at first. He walked out of his house smiling, buoyant and looking forward to a great day.
Bathing your daughter is a great fantasy. On the other hand, bathing with her is the material of ...
the stuff of which divorces are made... No, already have one of those ...
The stuff of which criminal charges are made? Nope, not if it is 'just' a bath.
Once more his legal training kicked in, forcing him to dwell on a host of disagreeable consequences.
However, if the ex-wife/mother ever finds out, even if it was just a bath it might become the reason or mitigating circumstances for justifiable homicide. Oh yeah ... there is definitely that possibility. Shit!
Try to remember, lawyer, that the courts are not the only dispenser of justice in the real world. There are other types of justice more swift and sure!
Goddamn it! That's enough of all this self-examination. It was a fucking bubble bath—nothing happened; and, I'm not gonna spend the rest of my day worrying about it!
Although, I did spend most of the night dreaming about it!
He started the Jeep, hitting the speed dial for 'Just Jess'. "Hey, you! Ten minutes or I find another poor college student to take shopping."
Jessica met Jack at the door of her parent's house. She was in a very short red-leather skirt and a red sleeveless-top with a turtleneck. For walking, she'd chosen a pair of simple string-sandals with small beads.
As soon as they got in the Jeep, she leaned over and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. "Umm, you smell good!"
Mentally, Jack winced; but, he covered beautifully. "Uh ... seems I ran out of shampoo, so I grabbed a bottle out of Nikki's bathroom. Oops! Turns out, it was bubble bath. I didn't think I'd ever get the God Damn suds out of my hair."
He gave her his best smile, dismissing the episode entirely. "So are we off to The Mall?" he asked. He looked at his watch.
On time,
10 a.m. on the dot. Just a couple of hours of shopping with time enough left over for an afternooner. Nice!
Jessica tousled his hair, "Jack, has it been a while since you took a woman shopping? No, we're not going to our beloved little burg's collection of Outlet Stores. I've got a surprise for you; I was so excited about this, I actually got my schedule switched with somebody else. Today, I've got all the time in the world. The nearest MAX station, please." She patted his cock, so he wouldn't get grumpy because she'd spoiled his scheme.
"The MAX?"
This isn't what I planned. Shit, there still goes my afternoon. I mean, there goes our afternoon. Shit, no afternooner! Bummer.
"Yeah, Jack, the light-rail! A large train-like object that hurtles along side the highway and takes you 'downtown' to all the good stores."
"Downtown? You mean like ... Portland?!"
Her eyes got a dreamy faraway look. "Yeah, we're going to Pioneer Square. Trust me, you won't regret it."
"Good stores?"
Just like they always did before she was about cum, her eyes dilated. "Yep, like 'Second Skin' for the best dresses ever, 'Cheeky's' for lingerie, 'Wellheeled' for footwear, and the 'Apple Store on the Square' for a new phone for you!"
"I don't need a new phone."
"You do."
"I don't."
"You do."
"There's nothing wrong with my phone."
"Let me see it."
He handed it to her. She opened it, then opened it a little more. She handed him back the two halves of the flip phone.
"Your phone is broken; you need a new phone!"
"Yeah, I can see that now. And, do we know what kind of phone I need?"
"We do!"
Jack surrendered gracefully. "In for a penny, in for a pound. Well, will the MAX station at Hillsboro suit your ladyship?"
"Of course, it's the scenic route; that will do nicely. Drive on, Jeeves!"
At Hillsboro, they parked the Jeep at the Fairgrounds Station, catching the MAX from there into the center of downtown Portland. Even past morning rush-hour, it was still very crowded. They had to stand. Jessica put her butt against Jack and moved with the train. He looked down at her. She smiled innocently.
What?
By the time they passed through the tunnel under the Portland Zoo, it was pretty obvious what she was up to. It was also perfectly clear that she'd succeeded when he stepped from the MAX onto Pioneer Square.
First thing off the train, Jessica spied a street-vendor hawking 'Tasty treats and sweets to beat the heat' and headed right over. Decidedly uncomfortable, like a man with a back problem, Jack made his way to a bench along a short brick wall, sat down, and leaned forward to help conceal the erection in his trousers.
Minutes later, Jess sat down next to him with her newly acquired ice-cream cone. "Is there a problem, Jack?" He watched as a small trickle ran across the side of her hand. She licked it off. Then another. Finally, she had the cone under control.
"Wanna lick?"
I bet you do!
"You have no idea how much."
"So, can you stand yet?"
My name is mischief,
her eyes said.
"Yeah, I don't think you'll have to help me up. Where first?"
She pointed. It was 'The Apple Store'. All glass and stainless steel, it was bright, airy, efficient, and crowded. Jack was a little disappointed; he'd expected it to be a large glass cube. Maybe, even green glass with a pulsating light, giving off a low-pitched pulsating subsonic sound that made the ground tremble slightly.
They walked in. The first Apple Store Associate to spot them walked over. "Hey, Jessica."
"Hey, Servos." She kissed him on the cheek.
"And, how may Apple serve you today?" He smiled at her as he bowed just slightly.
Klaxon Servos was an imposing presence in the store, managing both the various Personal Setup Teams and the Genius Bar. Twenty-nine years old, he boasted an Associate's degree from a Community College in Information Technology, which he had earned online. His personal ambiance vacillated somewhere between that of a maître d' at a top-rated restaurant and that of a hacker, who perpetually sat hunched over a heavily-modified Alienware computer in his parents' darkened basement. Exemplary of his character, Servos had allowed a rumor to persist that he was actually a member of Anonymous, the ominous worldwide hacking group. It wasn't true; but, since he hadn't started the rumor, Servos saw no reason to stop it.
He was a tad portly at 5'9" and 235 pounds. Hence his preference for the metric system, where he weighed approximately a mere 106 kilos. His hair was dark and he kept it up in a ponytail like a samurai.
"Well ..." Jess took the two halves of Jack's phone and handed Servos the top. Opening the bottom half, she removed the battery, slid out a small chip with her fingers, and slipped it into her pocket. She handed Sevros the other half. "Can you do something with this?"
Aghast, Servos asked in a hushed whisper,"What is ... it?" Holding the two pieces in his hand like a broken toy, Servos stared at Jack as if he'd wandered in from some other part of the West—the Old West, the Wild West. Clearly, the poor lost techno-phobic soul standing in front of him wasn't from Portland; perhaps some other part of Oregon, where people probably still had outhouses and pulled water up from a well. The land of -- God forbid!--the hardline. One of those places, 'out there', where there were still telephones.
