Summary: mind control, incest, Mf, minor ff
Veronica finally decides to try one of those dating services, and they do make
her into a successful date -- several men, including her boss and ex-husband
try her out and pronounce her one hell of a hot time.
See No Evil: Contains sexually explicit and politically incorrect material. If you shouldn't be reading this, or if it might offend you, simply stop now.
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Live well!
You are now leaving the realm of the known and well-lighted and crossing over into a realm without stability, a world with only potential, a shadowy landscape with--
Oh, you get the picture. The chapter below is a draft chapter. It is subject to change, revision, rewrite or even total deletion (though drastic changes are unlikely). There may even be ungrammatical half-thoughts or notes included below. All this is still copyrighted by Jafar. These draft chapters are given as a courtesy so that those interested in this story can peek on where the author is currently thinking of taking it.
I hope you enjoy the draft(s) and the story as a whole.
(verify everything is consistent with the gas station she stopped at before, where Ox works)
A half hour later, Veronica stepped into the garage. "Sammy, I need to run up to the Quickie Mart to get some more Lysol."
"I can drive you if you want. I need to fill up with gas anyway."
"Sure, that would be great."
"Wanna come, Barry?"
"Yeah ... I'd like that."
Veronica took the passenger seat while Barry sat in the back, and Samuel drove them to the Quickie.
"Hey, I wonder if my blonde is still rutting in the bathroom," Barry chuckled.
Veronica could have curdled.
"I'll run in and grab the Lysol," she said as Samuel stepped out to pump the gas.
"Hey! Bitchin'!" the clerk pointed at Veronica as she stepped in the store. "You were in here the other night," he said, bouncing his head and shoulders, "Gettin' DONE!"
Ohgod! It was that stocky clerk -- one of the Coach's "boys". "I think you have me confused with someone else."
"Hungh-uuu-uu-ungh!" he shook his head, upper body still bouncing. "I remember you because you are fiiiine! Here with hubby?"
"No."
"Yeeeaaah," he nodded smugly and crossed his arms. "Here with the guy you're cheatin' on hubby with!"
"I'm divorced," she corrected him. Why was she even talking to this guy? Because she needed to shut him up before Samuel came in to pay.
"A di-vor-cee!" he nodded approvingly.
"Look, you have the wrong person," she said as she stepped toward the cleaning products aisle. "I just need to g--"
"Does boyfriend know you were here the other night?"
"He's not my boyfriend, he's my-- look, I wasn't in here the other night."
"Look, toots, we both know you strutted through here the other night on your way to ride the Coach's pole o' lovin'. Now, what's boyfriend going to do when I pull that night's security tape and play it for him?"
Veronica gritted her teeth. The little bastard!
"'Cause I got it right under the counter here." He pulled a videocassette out and set it on the counter. "I been watching ya!" he whispered and winked. "You are sweet to whack off to!"
The blackmailing little shit! "What do you want?"
"As fine a bald pussy as I think you have, sugar-twat, I'm on duty. So ... just a blow for now."
"You ... little ... criminal ...."
"Nah, I'm just trying to get some. Actually, it's a complement to you that the Ox is willin' to do you."
Veronica narrowed her eyes. "They call you Ox, do they?"
Ox cupped his crotch and nodded. "Yeah, momma!"
"Well, let's go in the back and get you serviced, Ox."
"Really?!" he sputtered, then composed himself with an FM radio voice, "I mean, let's DO it!"
The two disappeared into the back room just before Samuel stepped into the store.
"The Ox is gonna blow your cheeks out with cum, you little whoring chipmunk!" he said as he unbelted.
"Ox, I will give you a handjob. No more."
The boy scowled. "Then let's go play the tape for boyfriend."
"Ox."
"You're nothing but a dirty whore! You can't go telling me what you will or won't do!"
Veronica raised an eyebrow. "You insist, then?"
"I INSIST, bitch!" he yanked down his clothes to expose the Ox-rod. "Let's see you gag as you chew on this, bitch!"
Eyes cold, Veronica sank to her knees and took his rod in her left hand, his sack in her right. "You know ... I HAVE to perform for them; I DON'T have to perform for you."
"Hungh?" Ox looked down, perplexed.
Veronica made a fist with her right hand. For Al ... for Coach ... for Doug ... for Engel ... for the degradations she was being forced through ... and for this dull little hyena that wanted to lap at the same watering hole as the lions without having earned the right to be there ... she squeezed hard. Then she released.
The partially digested meat of two drumsticks and three Milky Ways made their way out of Ox and sprayed the bottom right corner of the door. There was a soft thud as Ox fell over, clutching his purpling testicles.
"I have no choice but to service them. But you're just a piggybacking wannabe, Ox." She picked her purse up off the floor. "Thanks, by the way," she smiled. "I was feeling kind of tense and powerless and needed something like this to relieve some of the stress. Oh, yeah, you ought to put some ice on those before they swell up the size of baseballs. It's not good when that happens."
She stepped out of the back room, grabbed a bottle of Lysol as she walked up the cleaning products aisle and saw Samuel getting ready to knock on the side employees-only door as he looked for his mother and for someone to pay for the fuel. "I'm here, Sammy," she called. "let's pay. How much was the gas?"
"Hmm? There you are. It was $12.00. Where were you?"
Veronica fished a twenty out of her pocketbook, left it on the far side of the cash register and discreetly slid the security tape into her pocketbook as her body blocked Sammy's view.
"Where were you?" he asked as he followed her to the exit.
(work in this line? or or different line?) "Oh, just decking a football player, sweetie." )
The two boys finished the garage work, then Samuel started working on the attic while Veronica put Barry to work brushing the den carpet with soapy water.
Veronica was busy brushing the carpet on the stairs when there was a knock at the door. Praying that it was not another date, Veronica answered it.
It was Coach Nesmith. He was wearing a white short-sleeve shirt and his hair -- what there was of it -- was neatly combed.
"C-Coach?" She REALLY didn't want to be whored down again tonight.
He brought his hand out from behind his back and held forth a bouquet of flowers. "I brung ya somethin', Ms Wilson."
"Ehr, thank you." She took them from him.
"I, ehr ... was wonderin' ... well, I sorta had a good time the other night, and I, ehr ... I was wondering if you ... if you wanna go out with me again?" Pleasant smile.
Veronica frowned. What? No bag with a French maid's costume in it this time? He seemed to almost be asking her if she wanted to go out with him voluntarily. She looked at him and asked directly. "Coach, why don't you just order me to go out with you?"
"Well, I, ehr ... I don't got my tiepin with me."
"Your tiepin?"
"Okay, it's my brother's -- he loans it to me sometimes. But I was thinking we really did," he shrugged, "hit it off the other night, so you go pull on some clothes and let's go have some fun." Another pleasant smile.
"Ehr ... I'm spring cleaning, Coach. And I'm dirty and sweaty and--"
"Aww, c'mon. I'll let you pet Rocky."
Veronica shrugged. "It's just not a good night, Coach."
"Yeah, well, you were beggin' for it the other night!"
"Thank you for the offer, Coach, but not tonight."
"Hmmmph!" He spun around and headed back out to his muscle truck.
Veronica shut the door and considered two things.
First, the Coach without his tiepin had no power over her. The tiepin, then, was the key. Once she was "opened" with that key, they could push different buttons with different trigger phrases. But without the tiepin, she could say no, could deny them things. That was what she had suspected and also would make sense. In order to prevent an EZ whore from being accidentally triggered or triggered by someone that wasn't paying for services but had spied out a trigger phrase or two, they required the tiepin. This seemed to confirm that.
Second, Veronica reconfirmed her principles. If she didn't have to whore, she wouldn't. When they triggered her with the tiepin and the phrases, she had no choice. And in this game she was playing with Engel to get the words of that keyphrase, she ... had to ... let herself be compromised some. But with the punk at the Quickie Mart and with the Coach just now, if it wasn't for the specific purpose of accomplishing her escape, she would not let herself be used as a plaything.
Feeling a little better about things, she turned around.
Barry was standing there, mouth hanging agape.
Godammit! She swallowed hard. "If you keep sneaking around, Barry, I'm not going to let you come over here anymore."
"That ... that was HIM!"
Veronica knew where this was going.
"And YOU! You're HER!"
"Barry, I--"
"God, Ms Wilson, you have such a pretty butt!" He shook his head in dismay. "And when I taste those panties, I'm tasting YOUR--!"
"Barry, remember ... you promised."
"No, I'm not going to tell Sammy -- that would just hurt him. But YOU look REALLY PRETTY, Ms Wilson!"
Ohgod, he was getting a look of puppy love in his eyes. "Barry, I'm two years younger than your mother."
"But you're STILL HOT!"
"No, I'm your best friend's mother. That makes me boring. I already told you, I'm in a really bad situation that I'm trying to get out of, and I don't need you complicating things even more by acting weird on me."
"I don't want to make things worse for you, Ms Wilson," he said, though Veronica could almost feel herself being lifted up on a pedestal. She might be nude up there, but it was still an awfully high pedestal.
Mentally rolling her eyes, she tried to downplay it. "Thank you, Barry. I appreciate your understanding."
"Don't worry about a thing, Veronica."
"Don't call me Veronica, Barry."
"Yes, ma'am."
"Hey, you guys ready for some dinner?" Samuel asked as he came up the hall.
"Sure," Veronica sighed. Barry was still wearing puppy dog eyes when he looked at her, and she didn't want to have to roll up a newspaper and thwonk him on the nose to get him to stop. She guessed she'd have to see how he behaved in the next couple weeks.
They went to McDonalds since Samuel felt too tired and dirty to cook. Three Big Macs, fries and cokes varied only in the toppings on the burgers.
"I brought you some ketchup, Ms Wilson," Barry set two little cups of ketchup in front of her when he sat down with the napkins. He'd also gotten the car door for her, the restaurant door for her and kept a grungy-looking gentleman from cutting in front of her in line. And puppy dog eyes each time ... it was looking like she would be doing the "girl your own age" speech.
"I'll bet you boys are finding just scores of cute girls in your classes. College life is renowned for lots of cute girls," she tried. Maybe if she go the two enthused about themselves and their peers, Barry's interest would get redirected and take care of itself.
Samuel's ears perked. "There are lots of cute girls, Mom. The trouble is finding one with a good personality. So once you do, you want to hang onto her."
"Yeah, once you find the right girl, you just gotta do whatever it takes to make things work out," Barry inserted, looking googly-eyed at Veronica.
Samuel gestured toward Barry and nodded. "Wouldn't you agree, Mom? You need to recognize it and put forth the effort once you find the right one."
"I guess," she sighed. Barry's interest was looking like the pit bull of puppy love, though.
"And I think I've found someone really nice," Samuel said.
"Really?" Veronica turned to her son.
"Yeah. She's really nice and sharing and gentle. And she's able to show interest in other people than just herself. Those are really rare qualities among the young women today, aren't they, Barry?"
"Mm? Yeah." He was gazing across the table at the one he'd found.
"And who is this compassionate angel, Samuel?"
"You've already met her, Mom."
Veronica ran through the girls she had met from Sammy's college. There were a couple from honors dinners last year, but ... oh, no. "Sammy," she shook her head, "you're not talking about--"
"She's a really nice girl, Mom. You haven't talked to her like I have. You don't know--"
"Samuel, she is-- I'm just going to say this bluntly. She's a manipulative little twit, Sammy. She's painting a picture of what she wants you to think she is, and you're just swallowing it hook, line and sinker. She's using you. You need to look past what she's trying to paint for you."
"Mom, you've raised me to be intelligent and to look at things clearly, and she's ... she's good inside. The right things are important to her. It's--"
"Samuel, women sometimes recognize each other better than a man is able to. She's a quick study, I'll give her that. She's figured out what you WANT to see, and she's posing like that. But she's black inside. If she weren't so mean, I'd say to keep it light and enjoy it while it lasts, but don't expect it to last. But I've seen her. Believe me -- she is vicious inside."
"I can't believe you! The guys that you've been going out with since you went to that dating service--"
"You went to a dating service?" Barry interrupted. "So you're LOOKING for the right guy?"
"The guys that you've been going out with," Samuel recovered his line of thought, "and YOU'RE going to give ME wisdom on dating?!"
"Don't you throw that up in my face, young man!"
"That doesn't make it go away, mother! I don't think you have the right to comment on the people I go out with."
"You will not speak to me like that, young man. Now I may have made a couple bad choices for dating recently, but I still have more experience than you about people by two decades. And I know that little tramp for what she is."
Samuel was silent, looking at the table.
"Honey, I just don't want you to get hurt. And this one has the potential to hurt you deeply. Because you are trusting and because she is so sneaky and mean."
Samuel continued to stare at the table, and Veronica lapsed into silence.
"So ... what qualities do you look for in a man, Ms Wilson?" Barry asked finally.
Veronica glanced at Barry tiredly and shook her head. "What are you thinking, Samuel?"
"You've raised me to question things and to look at things objectively. If she were that bad, I would have seen it." He didn't look up from the table as he spoke.
They ate the rest of their meals in silence. Samuel only grunted when Veronica asked the boys if they were finished and ready to go, and they walked wordlessly to the car.
Barry got the door for her.
When they got home, Samuel pulled in the driveway, they all entered the house, and Samuel went back to the attic to work.
"Could I get you to drive me home, Ms Wilson? It's after dark and I'd rather not walk that far alone in the dark."
"Sure," she sighed, distracted, and got her keys out of the drawer. She was grateful that he was quiet as she drove him since she was trying to feel what Samuel was thinking and work out what she could say to him.
"Well, thanks for your help with the cleaning today, Barry," she said when she pulled in his driveway.
"I had a really good time today ... Veronica." He suddenly put his arm around her neck, leaned over and pressed his lips to hers, trying to insert his tongue in her mouth but unable to make it past her closed teeth.
"Barry!" she sputtered. "Barry! Stop!"
He sat back in his seat, a pure, wholesome smile on his face. "I intend to prove to you that I'm the right man for you ... Veronica." He made meaningful eyes at her, then stepped out of the car, waved back at her as he walked to the door, then disappeared inside.
Good ... Lord ... ! If it wasn't one thing, it was another. Or several others in this case. She pulled out of the driveway and started home. Between Barry, Samuel and EZ, there was just far too much going on for her to deal with ....
When she got home, she climbed up on the attic, where Samuel was sorting through some boxes.
"I know that you're a grown man, Samuel," she sighed gently. "And a very intelligent and noble man. Noone could make a mother prouder than you. All I'm saying is to keep your eyes open. *I* think she's going to try to hurt you eventually. Just be prepared. And don't be surprised when-- if it does happen."
"I'll be careful."
"That's all I'm asking, honey."
She slid a box over and the two worked in silence a little while.
"What'd you do to Barry?" Samuel chuckled finally. "He's acting like he got a crush on you."
"I know," she sighed. "And I jut have too many things on my mind right now to deal with that. Could I get you," she chuckled, "to keep telling him how I fart and burp and pick my nose and hog the bathroom and maybe he'll get disgusted and get over it."
"I don't know ... we already discuss all your disgusting bodily functions every day."
"You ... !" she giggled, took a balled up sheet of newspaper out of the box she was working on and threw it at him.