Sluttish Daughter and Sweet Mum

This advertisement appeared in a coastal town newspaper in England:

Arundel beachfront motel seeks a keen and pleasant live-in person to assist management and guests Duties involve servicing machinery and some heavy lifting and excessive noise control. Clean driver's licence required. Generous pay; work hours are generally dawn to dusk with rest periods and Sundays off. Apply in person with references to Veronica, Sunrise Ocean Beach Motel.

Beth Mitchell ripped the advertisement from the newspaper and went out to where the two guys were drinking beer and said, "You loafer, here's a half-decent job for you."

Her husband reached for the paper but Beth said, "Not you silly, it's for our son."

Steve had lost his job recently when caught in the boardroom banging his female manager. He read the ad and asked, "What's a live-in person?"

Beth, a schoolteacher, sighed and said in a tone usually reserved for slow learners, "In that context it means you are required to live on the premises."

"What even if I apply but don't get the job?"

She exploded. "Christ how on earth did you get your degree?"

Laughing, her husband said, "Honey get off your bike, he's pulling your tit."

Beth fumed and hit back yelling, "Murray stop using offensive language."

"Since when did 'bike' become offensive language," her husband chided.

"Fuck you both," she yelled and stomped off.

After taking a swig of beer, Steve suggested, "She must have put the hard word on the school principal and he turned her down."

"That's your mother you are slandering," Murray said, grinning.

"Oops, sorry dad. Perhaps she had a bad day with out-of-control 12-year olds."

"You should have proposed that theory in the first instance," said the easy-going tax consultant. "It's no wonder girlfriends soon dump you; you have no finesse."

"No what?"

"Cut that crap or I'll hang one over your left ear," said Murray, who weighed a ton according to his wife.

At 4:00 next afternoon, Beth came home and although looking much calmer said to her son who was stroking a babe wearing practically nothing, "Did you apply for that job?"

"What job?"

Beth balled her hands into fists.

The big tease said hastily, "Oh yeah that job. I'll call to arrange an interview after Kitty leaves."

"Kitty sweet, be cooperative and go home right now but remember to dress first."

"Yes Mrs Mitchell. It was nice meeting you even if we weren't introduced."

Steve did the decent thing and said, "Kitty this is mum."

"Hi Kitty."

"Hi Mrs Mitchell. I'm Katherine Short."

"I'm sorry about this Katherine but my son needs to be back into work and making it happen."

Beth handed Steve her phone and a photocopy of the advertisement.

* * *

Veronica Black watched the young guy drive up two minutes before his appointed interview time in a black Chevrolet pick-up that he'd inherited from his deceased maternal grandfather.

It was a 1993 Chevrolet 454SS modified short-bed regular cab pickup. It's original 7.4 litre engine had been replaced with a modern smaller and more efficient V8 engine as well as everything else in and under the vehicle capable of being upgraded. Extra creature comforts had been added with his material grandmother picking up the tabs for all upgrading.

Veronica thought the vehicle looked 'pristine' and hoped it meant the driver was keen, tidy and pleasant. Most of the other applicants she'd interviewed had not measured up to the standards she and her husband Phil set for service personnel at their motel.

She watched the guy alight, comb his hair in the exterior mirror and even check his teeth and then he wiped any dust off the tops of his shoes by dragging them across the lower back of his pants and finally he checked the zip of his pants.

Veronica was most impressed.

Steve was also impressed. The motel was one of the best-looking accommodation units he'd looked at when driving along The Parade.

He walked into reception and said, "Good morning. I'm Steve Mitchell and have an appointment to see Mrs Black at 9:00."

"You're late, but only just," smiled the receptionist as they both looked at the wall clock behind her. Please follow me."

He was escorted into the office next door and Mrs Black smiled and her big boobs jiggled and Steve quickly averted his gaze from that minefield.

He'd recalled what a female assistant professor had said to his class: "Never fix your eyes on a woman's breasts who is interviewing you as a job applicant unless you don't want the position or alternatively, for your possible benefit, should you have come into direct contact with a nymphomaniac."

Eva, the receptionist, made the introductions and left, closing the door quietly.

"Welcome Steve but alas you have arrived empty-handed. You were instructed to bring full supportive evidence of your education, your character, your job experience and..."

"I scanned everything and if you check your today's emails it should be there at your disposal."

"Oh, rather modern, are we?"

"One could claim that."

Veronica said she preferred to site paper copies of originals.

"I posted them last night. They ought to reach you in this morning's mail."

Veronica sniffed and said, "Well that's everything covered on that aspect of your application. Please excuse me while I bring up your email."

She glanced at everything, apparently being a speed-reader because she said, "Two things about you concern me. The first is you have a bachelor's degree in mechanical engineering so why are you applying for this position?"

"I made my degree choice simply for educational purposes, although since graduation I did work in the design department of a mechanical engineering company and I found that immensely boring."

"So you left because you were bored?"

"No' finding something boring and being bored are not quite the same thing. I was terminated after the chairman's wife found me and my manager, who was their daughter, having sex by mutual agreement on the boardroom table."

Momentarily startled, Veronica said with a faint smile, "It must have been mutual agreement since the act was carried out on a table."

"I would have chosen to do it off-premises but the lady couldn't wait."

Veronica took a deep breath and said, "I see. All I can say is I admire your frankness. I noticed in that company's excellent reference that no mention was made that you had been dismissed."

"The chairman signed that reference and told me he thought his wife had over-reacted but because she was the CEO he felt obliged to support her in this instance because their daughter was married with two children."

"I see and ask if you filled this vacancy, would we be safe?"

"Safe from what?"

"Oh, quite. My other concern is you are young, the position really is best suited for a middle-aged married man with no children."

"In that case, I've been the victim of an advertisement that misrepresented the vacancy. It didn't express that preference?"

"My hands were tied as I had to comply with the law. The Human Rights and No-discrimination Act forbid use of sex, age, race or religious orientation in job vacancy advertisements. Apparently we all must be considered equal."

Steve melted Veronica with a sexy smile when he asked: "Do you consider yourself my equal Mrs Black?"

"What, socially, in the workplace or in bed?"

"Ah, great answer Mrs Black."

The quality of that reply apparently scored the home run with Mrs Black.

"Steve, I find that you a clear cut above the other twenty-two applicants I've interviewed. You appear pleasant, keen, intelligent, aptly communicative and altogether personable. But I'm concerned how a single 26-year old male could occupy himself during the downtime from actual work when being on call from dawn to dusk?"

"I'd resort to my two activities that already take up about half of my leisure time that are surfing and running along sand."

"Oh, that takes care of that concern. Any questions?"

"You haven't investigated my competency in machinery maintenance?"

"I noted you have a degree in mechanical engineering and you probably work passionately on that beautiful vehicle you arrived in."

Steve grinned and Veronica's tongue tip appeared between her lips before she quickly reined in and said, "The position is yours if you want it."

"Don't you need twenty-four hours to really think about my suitability?"

"No. When can you start?"

"Tomorrow would suit me fine."

"That's excellent and welcome to Sunrise Ocean Motel. I can sign you on now if you wish and please call me Veronica."

"What a beautiful name."

Veronica inadvertently dropped the pen she had picked up seconds earlier.

Steve called his mum and said he'd won the position and would start work in the morning.

"Oh great," Beth said excitedly. "We'll go out for dinner and you can have sex tonight."

"Mum," Steve said shakily. "I didn't know your love for me went that far."

"You fool, invite that bimbo who was here yesterday to join us for dinner and tell her I said she was welcome to stay the night."

"Gee mum, haven't I made you happy."

Beth chuckled and cut the call.

* * *

Steve arrived for work at 6:30 and waited for the receptionist to check out a departing guy who looked snappy in a medium blue business suit.

The pretty blonde then said, "Good morning sir, how may I help you?"

"Good morning, I'm Steve Mitchell."

The 40-year old gaped and said, "Mrs Black said you looked sexy but I had no idea you'd look this sexy."

"Perhaps my problem is BO?"

She stepped back a little and said, "Mrs Black wants you to go the penthouse to meet her family. The lift serving those two upper levels is located between units 4 and 5 and the security code number to get to the third level is 898."

"Thanks and what's your name?"

"Terri."

"It's been a pleasure meeting you Terri, please call me Steve."

Terri smiled and Steve noted her wedding and engagement rings had just been covered by her other hand and she breathed silkily, "Oh it has been so lovely talking to you Steve. Are you ever called Stevie?"

"Usually only by guys before they thump me or by babes dragging me off for sex."

Terri giggled and casually cupped a breast and waggled it.

Veronica, already dressed for work in a snappy black business suit with an above the knee length skirt that looked pretty good on her because her legs hadn't yet bowed and turned flabby, stepped out and hugged and kissed the startled arrival.

"Good morning Steve. I've wanted to do that from the first moment we met and now I've got the desire out of my system."

"Good," he said, sounding relieved.

"I hope you'll be after more than a kiss," she said, smiling wickedly. "Come in and meet the family. Would you like another round of breakfast?"

"Just coffee and a piece of toast, thanks Veronica."

He slapped his six-pack and said he had to work hard to prevent developing a pot belly.

"Join the club. I fight and don't always win to stop going up another bra size."

He looked at them and she smiled expansively.

Veronica smiled at both men and said, "Steve Mitchell, this is my husband who is my co-business partner Philip but please call him Phil."

"Hi Steve."

"Hi Phil," Steve said, watching the good looking guy heading to be almost fifty, take off his reading glasses and put down the newspaper before rising to shake hands with his latest employee.

"Sit down son and tell me about yourself."

"Lexi come out here and meet our new guy."

Steve was talking to Phil and so missed a possible treat when Veronica choked and said, "Good god girl, get back and put some clothes on."

Phil and Steve looked across the room just in time to see a disappearing pert bare backside.

Veronica said, "God that girl will be the death of me; she does things to goad me. When I said there would be no need to dress she must have known I meant not to dress up formally. You wouldn't tease you mother would you Steve?"

"Who me?" he smiled expansively.

"Oh dear, that tells me that you do. The crosses we have to bear because of our offspring."

"Did you used to tease your parents Veronica?"

She looked startled and then reflected for a few seconds, blushed slightly and said lamely, "Who me?"

They had a good laugh.

The daughter reappeared dressed in a baggy top and scruffy jeans and scuffs. Her jaded fair hair was unbrushed and she wore no makeup.

Her mom sighed and said, Alexis or as you prefer Lexi? This is our new recruit Steve Mitchell."

"You mean our new Mr Fix-it and trouble-shooter?"

Veronica said, "Actually the job title is maintenance manager as you well know and to avoid any misunderstand Steve is on a higher salary than you because of age, experience and qualifications but he and you are on equal footing in seniority and both of you report directly to me."

"Have you ever worked in the hospitality industry Steve?"

"No Lexi."

"Aw, mum!"

"Phil!"

"You heard what your mother has said Lexi. You'll not be promoted further until you have proven yourself as an effective room services manager. You are only twenty-four and have a team of up to fifteen people to manage at peak times and that's a pretty big responsibility for someone of your young age and you are showing promising signs of gaining the experience to deserve that role without supervision."

"Well, reward me with more money dad."

Phil looked at Veronica and she nodded.

"Very well, from next Sunday your pay will increase by two hundred a month."

"Aw, that's a miserable amount?"

Phil growled then she wouldn't notice a miserable pay cut by 200 hundred a month and Lexi jumped up and kissed him and said thanks, a 200 a month raise was very acceptable.

Steve thought what a spoilt and unsexy brat and if she had a boyfriend, the poor guy probably needed glasses and lecturers on how to make good judgements.

"Oh, coffee and toast for you Steve."

"No it's fine Veronica; I'll go to the restaurant for it."

"He's been put off by my performance mum and thinks I'm a prat."

Steve lied that wasn't correct although he had sounding unconvincing.

"Actually I was impressed by your negotiation skills."

Veronica threw a grateful smile his way and Lexi eyed him suspiciously and then smiled, accepting his praise as being genuine.

"Well I'm off to shave," Phil said. "Come and find me Steve after you have coffee and Veronica has settled you into your accommodation. I'll instruct you about the heating and air-con maintenance and then we'll move on to pool and spa maintenance."

"Mom may I room-share with Steve? I'd like to associate with someone around my own age."

"I don't think so darling. If Steve eventually decides he'd like to room-share with you for company he may suggest that in due course."

Phil finished his technical briefing at 2.40 that had included a 30-minute lunch break and said Steve could take the rest of the day off and if he wished could dine at the restaurant with the family at 7:00. Steve accepted the dining offer (his employment contract included three free meals at the restaurant every day).

Steve was reading a car restoration project on an Internet site at 3:10 when there was a knock on the door. The visitor was Terri, the morning shift receptionist. She brushed passed him and said, "I'm on the way home and have come here for quick sex."

"No way," Steve said severely. "Please leave."

"Oh Stevie," Terri groaned and grabbing him took one of his hands and she pulled it up under her short skirt and when his fingers contacted her wetness, he realized she was ready for sex and his objection to her sluttish behaviour evaporated.

She let him go as Steve's fingers penetrated her. Terri opened her handbag and produced a condom.

"Yes or no?" she said unsmiling, waving the pack in front of him.

"Yes," he leered.

She giggled and began stripping as he went over and locked the door.

Terri was good and sped up the action and they climaxed within fifteen minutes.

"Well I'm off; I'll shower at home. I'm sad to say you are better at it than my husband."

"You'd do best by forgetting you thought and said that, Terri."

She nodded and said yes, she agreed with that.

"I thought I'd hustle you for it today before you close me out by banging sexy Lexi as your preferred fuck."

"Are you meaning Lexi Black?"

"Of course I am. There's no way I can complete against that hot slut."

That left Steve thinking Terri was suffering an inferiority complex because she was so wide of the mark. The sexy one in that family was Lexi's mum.

He wasn't surprised at dinner that evening to note Lexi was drab, wearing the same clothes she'd worn at breakfast. When he'd arrived, Veronica held out her arms to take him into her for a kiss and he obliged and enjoyed a slightly open mouth and slightly wet kiss. Lexi looked away when he looked at her and so he didn't attempt to kiss her.

After mains, Lexi's parents went around chatting to other dinners and Lexi asked, "Do you want to take me out on Friday night at 8:30 to meet some of my friends and eat late?"

"Yeah, okay."

"Don't break a leg in enthusiasm."

"Um I was thinking how to dress down," he said carefully.

She looked surprised and said the dress code would be smart casual.

He wanted to say could she manage to dress smartly but instead smiled and said that sounded great and appreciated she'd invited him. She then said something that surprised him.

"Oh don't worry, I've been thinking about you on and off all day."

But she didn't attempt to justify that to him and he decided to leave it.

They stared at each other and he noticed for the first time she had hazel eyes. He felt the urge to seize her to stroke and lick body and that surprised him because he still didn't think of her as being sexy.

Her parents returned and that ended his speculative musing.

Twice he caught Lexi glancing at him and both times that made him twitch... there was no other word for it. And surprisingly, at least to him, the twitch appeared centred at his midriff.

Later when Steve returned to his room after a surprisingly pleasant evening, he frowned and thought in this instance he may have made unfair assumptions about Lexi's appeal simply because she wasn't glamorous with pronounced breasts.

On Friday night when Lexie arrived at his vehicle, she practically blew Steve away. She wore a tight, short dress, providing to Steve's silent satisfaction she did indeed have lovely small and well-shaped breasts. Her hair was curled and she wore full make up and elegant high heels and he was sure if she turned he'd see a smooth and almost flat arse and her legs were simply awesome.

"Wow," he said, and she blushed.

"I don't usually dress up by day out of respect because many of the females I supervise are not well off financially but my situation will change when I'm promoted to general manager and mum will wind down."

"All I can say is you look lovely."

"Then don't be shy... kiss me," she smiled, and she received a lovely kiss that accelerated her breathing rate.

But lovely she was not. He abandoned her and was home within the hour.

They'd become separated in the crowded pub where Lexi had introduced Steve in an off-hand manner for her group of friends, almost half of whom looked like ratbags, females included.

A couple of the guys invited Steve to join him and he watched Lexi peel off. The guys were okay and they conversed well as a threesome and then Steve left for the little room to get rid of some of the beer liquid that his body processing system was ready to eject. In other words, he had the desire to piss. But he never reached the men's toilet.

As he approached along the poorly lit passage, Steve saw a guy pounding a woman against the wall under a light, she with a leg resting on his shoulder and another woman apparently squeezing the guy's swinging balls. He looked at the slut being fucked; their eyes met and he realized he was looking at Lexi. Mouth open, bared breasts heaving, she winked at him.