Daddy For The Night

Getting There

 Once in the Uber, I look to Brent sliding in; he closes the door and looks to his phone. He scrolls through what looks to be text messages. He leaned forward, and the light from the screen of his phone illuminated his dark eyes. Black swimming pools, I think to myself. Tilting his head up, he looks in the direction of our driver. "If I were to give you an extra cash tip, would you drive us past the address I gave you for drop off?" He asks. I peel my eyes from Brent's profile to see that our driver was, in fact, female. Her eyes were on Brent through her review mirror. She was tiny. Reminiscent of a small bird, hummingbird, to be more specific. She looked to be the type that, when she got excited, talked really fast and giggled at things that weren't actually funny.  Her features were even bird-like, hair in a pixie cut and so blonde it looked white. "H-how much f-further out, is it?" She answers, stumbling over her words. 

I knew immediately what she was thinking. Her eyes shifting to mine. Leaning forward, I place my hand on the back of her seat. "If it makes you uncomfortable, we understand, and we can find another driver. It's no issue." I say as kindly as I could manage. "Right?" I say, looking to Brent. He had a look of confusion on his face, but once searching mine for a moment, he caught on, "Oh! Yeah, of course. It's no problem if it makes you uncomfortable." Looking back to the driver, I can see she'd visibly relaxed. Her hands no longer gripping the steering wheel anxiously. "No, I don't mind." She says, putting the car into drive, she starts to pull out of my apartment lot. 

I sit back in my seat and sigh. It was sad that women had to feel and or think like that, but it was also smart. You never knew what people were capable of. "I don't usually take rides this long." The driver says, trying to clear the awkward silence. "I try to stay close to my place. You know, to stay safe." She says, looking at me again. "I get it. It's a smart move. You can never be too safe; we girls have to be careful out here." I say, hoping it reassured her that I understood her prior concern. No words had been needed for me to recognize it. And I wanted her to feel comfortable knowing that. It would be so much easier if men could sense it too.  I look over at Brent. I could tell he was choosing to stay quiet. I squeeze his knee. "It's okay." I mouth at him. 

"My name is Bobbie, by the way. Is there any specific type of music you two would like for me to play for you?" Bobbie moves her fingers across the screen that sat in her middle console. Pulling up Pandora, she pauses, "You play whatever you want, darling." Brent answers his voice was smooth and filled with a hint of s*x. Bobbie looks in her review at Brent, and her face blushes. I look to Brent to find him smirking at her. The devil. He was the damn devil. I pinch his thigh. "Don't mind him; he is harmless." I giggle while shaking my head. "He sure doesn't look it," Bobbie says absently, her eyes growing wide at the realization of what she'd said aloud.  "I-" She goes to apologize. I laugh wholeheartedly. "Girl, you're telling me?!" I say, slapping my knee. "He looks like something out of a vampire novel tonight, am I right?!" 

Bobbie laughs nervously. "Yeah, he does." Brent throws his arms across my shoulders and pulls me in. "A vampire, huh?" He growls and tilts his head towards my throat. His mouth opens, and he bites lightly at it." I can't help but squirm and laugh. "S-st-stop!" Goosebumps fly across my skin, and I giggle uncontrollably. Bobbie must have decided to drown us out and turned up what was astonishingly trap music. I guess you really couldn't judge a book by its cover. Her tiny head bobbing to the beat, the car shook with the vibrations from the base. She had one hell of a system, damn. Brent looks at me, his face showing genuine surprise. "Damn." He mouths at me. I bob my head to the beat as Bobbie was. "Hell yeah. " I say loud enough for her to hear me. Bobbie smiles and turns it up even more. 

Bobbie and I jam out to a couple of songs before I decide to lean back and relax. I really liked her energy. I would have to get her number when she dropped us off. Brent had spent the time on his phone. I hadn't ever seen him on his phone this much before. I scoot up to his side and look over at the screen of his phone. "You okay?" I say into his ear. Brent looks up from his phone and into my face. A smile grows across his face, and he rubs my cheek with his thumb. "I'm okay, just letting my friends know we will be there soon. You should know that one of them is an ex of mine. I was told she is already on some stuff, so  she might come on strong." I could tell this worried Brent. "I can handle myself," I say, laying my head on his shoulder. I was curious as to which ex he was referring to. He had dated quite a few during our friendship. 

Brent's hand absently goes to my thigh, and he squeezes it. My body reacts, and my mind zips back in time to the moment in my bedroom. Him atop of me, hand at my throat and knee between my thighs. My breath catches as I reminisce on all of the outstanding sensations I had experienced. I also go back to the conversation we'd had about my insecurity concerning being nude. I didn't really have anything to be insecure about. I knew that deep down. Brent obviously had an interest in me, and men didn't really care as much as women. I remembered my mom saying once, "Men will f**k anything that will f**k back Victoria, don't be a fool and think it makes you special. It just means you were accessible." Toxic words, yes, but in them, there rang some truth. I never allowed myself to think I was special if a man showed physical interest in me. Ever. 

"Penny for your pretty little thoughts?" Brent whispers into my ear, interrupting several more of my mother's famous phrases she'd said over the years. My mother's voice was drilled into my mind. I had turned her into a navigation system for my daily life. My therapist's voice enters, "That isn't healthy." It had gotten me this far. I'm sure I would replace it with my own one day. That is what I'd told him. "Just thinking about our conversation up in my room." I finally say I didn't see any sense in lying to Brent. I also found it hard to lie. It was almost physically exhausting for me to cultivate one. I was impressed with people who did it compulsively. That level of creativity had to be admired. "You want to talk about it?" Brent asks, his hand giving my thigh another quick squeeze. 

"Maybe later, right now, I want to enjoy being here with you." Brent grins. "Aw, Princess." I could see in his eyes he wanted to kiss me. On god, I wanted him to so bad. "Brent, if you don't kiss me, I am going to kiss you, swear to God." Brent's head flies back with laughter. "You want our first kiss to be in the back of an Uber?" He says after gaining back his composure. "I would kiss you in a porta-potty, Brent," I say dryly. I meant it. "Oh my God, stop," Brent says, going back into uncontrollable laughter. I can't help breaking my character of dead seriousness and smile. His laugh was contagious. His whole aura was contagious. If he offered to bottle it, I would be first in line to buy it. Inject it like a drug and be strung out for the rest of my life, perfectly happy to be labeled an addict.

Worried by the thoughts dancing in my mind,  I feel my brow furl. My face had a way of showing what was going on in my head. I had tried in the past to control it but was unsuccessful. People could always tell exactly what I was either thinking or knew I was at the moment, not with them. "Come back to me, Princess." Shaking my head, I find Brent leaning on the door. How had I not noticed he'd repositioned himself? I need to consult my therapist. My disassociation was evidently getting worse. Brent had also opened his jacket; the view was immaculate. My eyes slowly devour all the cuts and grooves that were his abs. I watch the moments of his chest as he breaths. Lifting his chin, he watches me watch him. Saying nothing, he moves his hand to his crotch and grips himself through his pants. I visibly swallow.

I almost forget we had an audience. Hitting me, I panic and look to Bobbie. She was completely oblivious in a state of disassociation herself, I'm sure. You wouldn't believe how many people zoned out when driving; it was freaky. Brent continues gripping himself and adds a slow stroke. He was teasing me. He undoubtedly enjoyed watching me squirm. Turning to face him, I go to make a move. Only to have him sit up. "I'm hungry." He says, taking his arm and wrapping it back around my shoulders. What. The. f**k. I think to myself. "Asshole," I growl, squeezing my thighs together to control the lightning heat coursing through me. Brent chuckles. "Hey Bobbie, do you mind pulling through a drive-thru? I am happy to buy you anything you want if you chose to oblige." 

"No problem. There are a couple of places on the way. You have anything in mind?" Bobbie asks, not taking her eyes off the road. "Any burger joint is good with me." Brent says, "What about you, Princess?" He says, looking at me. I was still trying to get over the stunt he'd pulled. I was not thinking of food in any way, shape, or form. I was thinking about riding what Brent had been stroking just a few moments ago. "Honestly, not hungry," I say, my voice hinting at my annoyance. Brent smiles. "We will get you some chicken nuggets." He says, patting my shoulder. I roll my eyes. If Brent didn't stop teasing me so unmercifully, I was likely to tear his clothes off and perform sinful acts in the public eye with no shame. He was really pushing it. Everything in me wanted to take my hand and find his length and stroke it. Tease him till he felt the way I did. It only seemed fair he suffered too.

 Fight fire with fire. The idea drops into my head, and I smile to myself. He wanted to play games, good I loved playing them too. Spreading my thighs, I begin to rub myself through my panties. Bobbie was too focused on the road. I knew I had the freedom to play with Brent as much as I wanted. "Just what the hell do you think you're doing?" Brent growls into my ear. I grin and continue to play with myself ignoring him. "I didn't tell you, you could do that. Stop it now, or you will suffer consequences, little one." Brent hisses in my ear. My hand freezes; he sounded serious. "Good girl, now close your legs. I tell you when to open them." I huff. I wanted to keep going, but I wasn't sure yet what kind of punishments Brent had in mind for disobedience. If it was just more teasing, I didn't want that. I was already suffering at his hand with that at it was. 

Bobbie pulls into a Wendy's drive-thru. We all order what we want and pull back onto the street back on our way to the destination. I wasn't hungry. I had not lied about that, but I force myself to eat at least three of the nuggets ordered for me. Bobbie had just ordered a frosty, which made sense. I wouldn't want to eat and drive simultaneously, either, especially with other people in the car. It was nice of her to allow us to. "Thank you for letting us eat in here," I say, smiling. "Oh, it's nothing. I eat in here all the time. Just make sure to put all the trash in the bag and hand it up here. I'll throw it away when I get back home." Bobbie says, nodding her head towards her passenger seat. "No problem," Brent says, already putting the trash into the bag. "We're done; here you go." He says, handing the bag up. "Awesome, thanks," Bobbie grabs it and places it in her passenger seat. The car was silent for a moment before she turns the music back up. 

"How much longer do we have before we're there?" I ask. It had felt like we had been on the road for a while. Bobbie turns the music down. "Only like 15 more minutes. Did you want me to change the music?" She answers, going to her console again. "Oh, no, I was just curious." I sigh and lay my head on Brent's shoulder. I feel myself drifting off, and before I'm fully aware of it, I have fallen asleep. A dream takes form behind the black screen of my eyelids. A reel of memories at my family's estates on a pull-down screen. Almost like home movies. My Mom steps into the right frame. Her dark hair lays in curls, and her sharp eyes were squinted in disapproval. She was wearing an orange-red fitted dress with a pair of black pumps. My mother was known for her fashion sense. Her closet was the size of most bedrooms. 

"That isn't very suitable to your skin tone Victoria. I've told you lavender is your color. What is this cheap Pepto Bismol trash bag you've chosen? Tennis shoes with a dress? And who is this Grease reject you have attached yourself to? Does he even have a job, or is he one of those starving artists you seem to fall for?"  She says, motioning her hands towards me. My heart sinking, I stay silent. I am afraid that if I were to say anything, I might get a slap to the face, as I  had on several occasions. My Mother was cold, calculated, and money minded. She very rarely showed affection. She said it was for the weak. The only person she showed a softer side was my Father, and even he would joke about how tough she was.  

 A chair pixelates into the scene, and my Mother takes a seat in it. I look down to see my hands clutching to one another. "Have you been talking to your therapist about your choices in men? Have you been taking your meds? It's very disheartening to see such a lovely looking girl like you settling for a bottom of the barrel bastard."  I find my voice. "Mom, he's the kindest man I have ever known. He's intelligent, and he treats me like I am the sun, moon, and stars! Why can't you be happy that I am happy?" I spill my guts. I never did that with my Mom. "Oh, you simple-minded doll. He doesn't care about you. You're a play toy. You are so easily fooled. I'm so disappointed in you. How do you think others will think of me seeing you sink this low? How embarrassing it is for me to have my daughter with a low life! How do you think this makes me feel? Oh, that's right, you don't care about me. All you ever think about is yourself! I'm your Mother Victoria, your Mother!" 

I feel hot tears streaming down my face. I lift my hand to wipe them away. "I-I'm sorry, mom. I will try to do and be better. I promise." I say desperately to have my Mother's validation as usual. "Keep him for the night if you must, but you cannot let him get the best of you. You have a standard to stand by, and that is what?" My mom says, standing up and coming to take my hands in hers. "Marry a man like Daddy and be a good loyal wife," I say, the tears still flowing down my face. "Good. Now wipe away those tears. They scream desperation. It's unladylike. Sun, moon, and star, for heaven sakes, Victoria. Grow up." And just as quickly as she appeared, my mother disappears. Leaving me in a room that goes dark. I was alone. Alone with the words, she'd said. She was right. I was a simple-minded doll. Brent and I together? How foolish.

My body shakes with silent sobs, and I grip my shoulders to try and control it. The pain that my Mother's disappointment brought me always cut deep. Crumbling to my knees, I curl up into the fetal position as the darkness of the room closes in on me. I was useless. I was never going to find love. I would marry a rich man and be miserable because love wasn't for women like me. My chest grows cold, and it grows out into the darkness. "Princess." I hear Brent's voice echoing into my dream. "Baby, why are you crying." I hear it again. Snapping out of my sleep, I find Brent holding me. His face was filled with worry—his hand wiping away tears. I must have started crying outwardly during the dream. I blink a couple of times before going to speak. "I was dreaming," I answer. 

"About what? I heard you say something about your mom."  Brent says, running his fingers through my hair. I go to control my emotions, but I am not able to. Fresh tears streamed down my cheeks. "Oh, Princess, no. Please don't cry. You're far too pretty to be crying." Brent says, wiping the tears from my face as they formed. "It's going to be okay. I'm here." I desperately wanted to believe him, but I knew the truth. I wasn't okay. I was broken. I couldn't even enjoy one night. I couldn't even shut my brain off for a few hours to live a moment of peace. The pressure in my chest was so thick I felt like I couldn't breathe. This was stupid. In the back of an Uber with the most handsome man crying. What? Because my dream Mommy hurt my feelings? Rolling my eyes, I pull back from Brent.

"I'm fine. It was just a stupid dream." Crossing my arms, I take a peek at the map; it read we had about 5 more minutes until we arrived. Then again, that was the time till the address given, not the actual spot itself. This was taking forever. I wanted to get out and dance my feelings away. I didn't want to feel, period. I was so damn sick of crying. Sick of being me. Brent was quiet for a moment before speaking up, "You don't have to tell me now, but I think it's important that you talk about it." He says. I bite my tongue. I wanted to yell at him. Tell him to stop trying to be my f*****g therapist, that I had one already. But I decided against it. I was not in a good mood. I needed to find a way to turn it around before it ruined the rest of the night. 

Perhaps the offer of Ecstacy should be reapproached ...