The phone rang again and she knew who it was before she even picked it up.
"What Jeffrey?" she answered.
"Have they said anything yet? I'm not sure how much more of this I can stand, you know?" He moaned.
"Listen, I don't think you have anything to worry about. It's been a week and honestly I think they are too busy fighting to even remember what happened. Plus I heard my mother on the phone last night talking about how this kind of behavior was normal. I'm betting her therapist told her to just act like nothing happened and I would 'just mature without incident'."
"Ummm...so does that mean that they aren't going to tell my parents?" Jeffrey asked.
"Listen Jeffrey, just shut the fuck up and let me handle this! Ok?" Missy yelled into the phone and then hung up. She waited a few moments to see if the phone would ring again. Luckily for both her and Jeffrey, it didn't.
Missy had actually found a way to listen to her mother talking to the therapist on the phone. She loved the idea that a therapist could hold this much control over so many people. Her mother did whatever this idiot told her! Her mother wasn't a weak person, but she was very influenced by others. The way she dressed, the kind of friends she had, the job she worked, everything about her mother was based on the idea of a rich, successful, black woman. So this meant that her mother had to find a rich woman's therapist and take advice from the same woman that all her rich women friends took advice from. Missy swore that she would never be controlled by anyone.
Listening in on the phone conversations had been quite enlightening. Her mother had told her therapist about the incident with Missy and Jeffrey, that was obvious. The therapist was trying to assure her mother that Missy was probably just acting out feelings of anger and misunderstanding about the impending divorce between her parents. Missy hadn't known anything of a divorce but now that she did, she was determined to find a way to use it to her advantage. She listened more because she liked the way the therapist seemed to be able to bend her mother's will to whatever the therapist decided was reality. It was a power she longed to possess. She decided to find out more about this profession.
Her father was sitting at the kitchen table when she came in for breakfast and she walked past him, glancing over at him to see if he was looking at her. Her father had been looking at her much differently since the day they caught her and Jeffrey playing. She couldn't figure out what the look was about but rarely did he smile at her. She decided she needed to change that.
"Daddy?" She said sweetly.
Her father didn't reply at first, just lowered the newspaper and looked at her from over his glasses. He was wearing a button up shirt and dress slacks even though it was a Saturday morning. Missy couldn't remember the last time she had seen him in something normal, something that didn't look like he was going to work in an office.
"Yes?" He replied. His tone was short, controlled.
"Do you hate me now?" She asked. Then she amazed herself by producing tears. Actual tears! She wasn't sure how she was doing it or where they were coming from. She certainly didn't give a damn if he hated her or not, but she wanted him to feel horrible and to be under her control again. So the tears flowed.
"Oh....oh my little Missmiss..." he put down the paper and stood with arms out. She rushed into his arms and let the sobbs go. He patted her back and pulled her closer to him.
"Of course not. I can't believe you would think that. Don't ever think that! I love you and you know it."
"Then why don't you take me places and give me things anymore?" She asked. No, not asked, accused.
"What do you mean? I didn't know you wanted anything. God, you know what? I probably have been ignoring you because of all this stuff going on with your mother and I. Oh Missmiss, come here..." and he pulled her closer again. This time Missy let him hold her but there were no tears. She simply wondered what he was doing. He wasn't usually this physical.
"Tell me what you want and you've got it." He said.
"I want you to take me with you when you get divorced."
This stunned her father and he let go of her. She didn't wait for him to think about what she had said.
"Listen, I know Mom is going to be here any second and all you have to do is say yes."
"Well, I...I don't know if it will be that simple. Your mother and I, well...it's going to be..."
"Shhhhh" Missy said and placed her finger to his lips. Then she hugged him tight again and he slowly let his arms wrap around her. She knew what was happening but she also knew it was necessary for what she wanted to get from him. When she felt his erection pressing through his pants she pressed into it. She just held him and he held her and she resisted the urge to be sick. But Missy knew that he looked at her in that way, she had known it for years and she also knew that she had that kind of control over him. She would get what she wanted and what she wanted was freedom and money. Lot's of money.
That night it was like all was back to normal, or so everyone was trying to pretend. Her loser brother went out with his friends and her parents barely seemed to notice him leaving. Then her parents did the routine of pretending to be concerned about her as they hurriedly rushed out the door. The only thing different was that they got into separate cars and drove off. She didn't expect either of them to return before morning. She flipped open the cell as soon as they exited the drive.
"Ok you little shit. Get over here right now." Missy commanded.
"But...well...are you sure it's..." Jeffrey sniveled and cried.
"I didn't ask you or ask you to think about it. Just be over here as fast as you can. Come through the back just in case and meet me upstairs."
She hung up the phone before Jeffrey had a chance to complain and she felt good about this. She had been reading several books on how to be in command and how much pathetic little men like Jeffrey loved a woman who could control him.
Missy stood in the middle of the enormous living room and held the phone up to her chin, letting the antenna playfully move around her face as she thought hard about what was going to happen next. She decided in favor of it even though it was risky.
"Ian?"
"Missy? What are you doing?"
"I want you to come over." Missy stated matter of factly.
"Well..." Ian laughed uncomfortably, "I sort of have plans right now."
"Listen, I don't care what little slut you are either fucking or planning to fuck. I want you over at my house. If you ever want a hope in hell of getting into my pants, you better get your ass over here." Missy felt her hands shaking and she pressed 'end'.
She heard the sliding glass door and she slipped into the shadows of the large room. She wasn't even sure what she would do now, but she knew that her heart was racing and her body was on fire. She smiled as Jeffrey passed by her on his way to the stairs.
Jeffrey walked as quietly as he could through the kitchen and into the living room. He turned, walking almost on tip toes, and stepped into the hallway. His heart was beating so loud he knew someone was going to hear it! Peeking into the stairway, he wanted to call out for Missy but decided that he better not in case anyone was home.
Jeffrey took each step slowly and immediately regretted not taking his shoes off before coming inside. It seemed as if every step was making the loudest noises he had ever heard. Missy must have not heard him come in because she was no where to be seen. Thinking of Missy got his blood stirring and his mind racing. Ever since that amazing day when all his dreams had come true, Jeffrey had been faithful to Missy. She had told him that he better not tell anyone about what had happened or she would make sure he never even got to speak to her again. He told her he wouldn't say a word but that had proven much more difficult than it seemed. Even when two of his best friends came over to sit around and look at dirty mags and jack off together, Jeffrey had been faithful and had said nothing. His friends talked about wanting to see a real girl as the sat jerking and he said nothing. They all questioned what a real girls tits would feel like and still he said nothing. When he watched his friends cum all over their hands he felt different from them. They all watched each other as they jerked and after both of them had cum they sat rubbing themselves slowly, waiting for Jeffrey to cum. But he couldn't. He zipped up his pants and they all went on with the day as normal. No one asked why he didn't finish with them. But he felt different now. He felt better than them in a way. It was all because of Missy. He was in love with her, he felt pretty sure that was true. He had been writing poems about her and drawing little japanese anime' characters that looked like her. That wasn't really any different from normal except that now he colored in all their nipples so they were a dark brown. That wasn't something the japanese guys did, but then Jeffrey had seen the real thing. Those animators had only seen dirty mags like everyone else, Jeffrey thought.
Missy watched Jeffrey and giggled into her hand as he tip toed across the room and looked around like Shaggy in 'Scooby Doo'. It took the little shit forever to get to the top of the stairs and she kept waiting for him to call out to see if she was even home. She thought about leaving then. Meeting Ian outside and leaving Jeffrey alone in the house to see if he would still be there when she finally got home. But she decided against it because he would probably end up jacking off in all her panties and she didn't want to have to clean his cum stains out of anything else. The sheets were bad enough last time! Missy went around to the main stair case that no one ever used and slowly walked the spiral stairs up to the living room walkway. She crept down the hall to her side of the house and to her room. Jeffrey wasn't even in there when she first stepped into the doorway. This made her angry at first but then she saw him come out of the bathroom, looking for her.
Jeffrey stepped back into the room and there she was! Jeffrey jumped a little and then she spoke to him. Her voice was like the voice of God...no Goddess he thought. He felt like he should kneel. It would have been better for him if he had.
"Don't look at me!" Missy yelled.
"Huh? Wha...?" Jeffrey was very confused but immediately lowered his eyes.
"Don't look at me and don't speak unless I tell you to speak. Do you understand?" Missy commanded. Jeffrey didn't reply, he just shook his head up and down for yes.
"Don't shake your head at me like a pathetic head bobber! Do you want me stick feathers in your ass and strap a beak on you? When I ask a question you answer yes or no. Do you understand?"
"Yes." Jeffrey replied.
"Good. Now take off all your clothes and wait for me on the floor." Missy demanded and then left the room.
Jeffrey waited a few minutes and then looked up to see Missy gone. The sense of loss he felt at her not being there anymore was something that couldn't be explained. He didn't feel right now that she was gone. But he knew he better do what she said and as he stripped down his little dick was pulsing with excitement. He didn't know what else to do so he knelt down on the floor and shivered, waiting for his Goddess to return.
Missy sat in her father's big chair and waited. She honestly didn't know if Ian would show up. He was a strange guy and probably more her equal than anyone else she knew. She could tell he was intelligent and charming. She knew he was very popular with all the girls at school even though he wasn't in school. She saw him with a different girl each time and on a few occasions she had seen him talking with some guys that she knew to be gay. Ian was going to be difficult but still, he was a guy. Missy was beginning to understand that one thing always remained with guys, they could be controlled by a beautiful woman. Missy had been taking steps to change her image and now she sat in the chair with platform heels and super tight jeans. She crossed her legs and imagined herself being photographed for Vixens and Vamps. She unbuttoned two buttons on her blouse and imagined men starting to drool as the stared at her beautiful cleavage. Then she saw car lights come into the driveway. She knew they were Ian's because he was the only one who had a car with ordinary looking headlights and a busted out fog light. No one she or her family knew would drive around with a busted light of any kind. She decided to get that fixed for him and suddenly she realized another way to control. Money.
The doorbell rang.
Missy smiled.