Chapter 3

“I uh, so, uh, see you,” Daphne finally managed then opened the door.

Stepping onto the driveway of her home, Daphne cursed under her breath. Her father was home. His mood when she entered the home would depend on how long he’d been home and how many beers he’d already consumed.

“I uh, Mr. Franklin? Maybe you might just want to leave them boxes by the front door?” Daphne suggested as the handsome chauffer followed her to the front door.

“Oh Lordy, yo’ daddy wouldn’t happen be no racist, Missus?” Franklin said, adopting a cartoonish manner of speech.

“Like you wouldn’t believe,” Daphne said.

“Ma’am, I will do as you wish,” Franklin conceded.

“Thank you,” Daphne said. “I uh, I’m sorry.”

Gary Brown jerked the front door open before Daphne could step onto the splintered, rotted steps of the front porch. She could tell he was already four or five beers into the night by the way his eyes looked, by the way he swayed holding onto the door for support.

“Where in the God damned fuck have you been?” Gary bellowed, not seeing the large African-American man just behind his willful daughter.

“I…” Daphne began.

“And you tell that smart ass little God damned punk No’ Books? I get my hands on that smart mouth of his? I will beat the living shit out of him,” Gary continued. “Been calling and calling, trying get hold of you and…who the fuck is this?”

“Mr. Ben Franklin, grateful to make your acquaintance, sir,” Franklin said easily. “If you’ll kindly step aside? I’ll bring the lady’s clothing in for her.”

“You ain’t, I don’t let no n—-r come on into my house,” Gary spat hatefully.

“Oh, don’t blame you. Don’t blame you one bit,” Franklin said amiably.

He placed the packages onto the porch, turned and retrieved three more of the purchases from the trunk of the limousine.

“Who…who in the fuck? Daphne, who the fuck you been running around with?” Gary demanded to know, seeing the long black limousine in front of his house.

“That’s Jackie’s,” Daphne said, hoping her easy manner would deescalate the situation.

“Jackie? I know this Jackie guy?” Gary demanded as Franklin placed the packages onto the porch.

“Mrs. Jacqueline Zuna,” Franklin corrected.

“And, what? What’s all this shit?” Gary demanded, now noticing at the boxes.

“Oh, you know how girls are,” Franklin smiled, putting the last of the boxes onto the stack. “They had a little shopping spree. Ms. Daphne, enjoy the rest of your evening, ma’am.”

“Thank you, Franklin,” Daphne said, bottom lip trembling.

“This, how much this cost?” Gary demanded.

“More than that piece of shit house of yours is worth,” Franklin muttered as he opened the door of the limousine.

“Franklin, is, is she going to be okay?” Jackie’s voice cut through as he put the limousine into gear.

“Hard to say, ma’am. Hard to say,” Franklin said.

Daphne was buoyed somewhat to find that her father had been calling her cell phone for the past hour, trying to reach her. That meant Noah had not thrown her cell phone away. When she disclosed she’d accidentally left it in Noah’s car, Gary demanded Noah’s phone number.

Noah refused to return Daphne’s cell phone. Gary threatened severe bodily harm unless Noah return the cell phone at once. Daphne quickly wrote, in very large letters that Gary should tell Noah he would call the police; it would be considered theft if Noah did not return the phone.

“Better yet, punk ass bitch, I’ll come and get it,” Gary threatened. “How’s that sound?”

A few minutes later, the doorbell rang. Before Gary could lumber to the door, they heard a car race off at very high speed. Gary started to give chase but only made it to the end of the block before he was too winded to run any further.

“Hi!” Jackie had sent to Daphne.

“Hi!” Daphne responded.

“Tell…that…pu-pu-punk ass…” Gary wheezed, staggering into the house.

“Dad, I, you, you’re right. I don’t need be running around with him, hear?” Daphne said. “He ain’t nothing but a loser and I keep hanging around him? I’m just going be a loser like him.”

“I uh, well! Uh, well, good!” Gary stammered, caught off guard by his daughter’s statement.

Three more beers, Gary slept in his sagging recliner, snoring mightily. Daphne marveled at the clothing Jackie had bought for her and sent Jackie several selfies of her wearing each outfit. Then, she sent Jackie a selfie of her nude body. She laughed happily, then clamped her hand over her mouth; her father would be in a very foul mood if she woke him from his drunken slumber.

Pulling her sleep shirt on, Daphne slept in tee shirt and panties. Jackie was right; Daphne did not know how much the panties cost but she was sure she’d never be able to wear anything but Rosenberg panties from now on.

“Sending Franklin to your house; got a gift for you,” Jackie sent shortly after noon the following day.

“Wait, wait,” Daphne muttered to herself as she wiggled into her ‘lounging’ outfit. “Jesus, my Daddy even gets one look at…”

Fortunately, Gary had drank up all of his PTO days and could not afford to miss any more work. So, hung over and miserable, Gary Brown was at his job, tremulously waiting for five thirty to roll around so he could grab a beer.

“Ms. Brown,” Franklin smiled, doffing his chauffer’s cap when Daphne opened the door.

“Mr. Franklin,” Daphne agreed, smiling up at the man.

“Don’t worry; I’ll not come in; I can see two of your neighbors are watching us,” Franklin smiled a tight smile.

“Again, I’m sorry,” Daphne said.

“Ms. Brown; you think your daddy’s first ignorant racist I ever seen?” Franklin smiled, producing a hideous bright red troll.

“What? What in the world?” Daphne laughed, seeing the six inch tall troll in the African-American man’s hand.

“It is a Rax Rabble Rouser,” Franklin disclosed.

“A what?” Daphne asked, nodding as Franklin discretely pointed to a zipper tab that disappeared in the Troll’s dark red hair.

“Aw yeah, aw yeah put those hands together for… Diamante!” the DJ announced and Jacqueline Dee strutted out onto the dimly lighted stage. She shimmied, swiveled and gyrated as a heavy bass boomed out of the speakers.

Racks was located in unincorporated Cormiccan County and Jerry, the owner of Rax had ignored the obscenity laws of Cormiccan County. Rax showed full nudity by the time the girl was finished her set.

Diamante finished her set, grabbed her clothes and scampered off the stage. Pulling on the half shirt that had ‘Are You a Rax Rabble Rouser?’ emblazoned across the front, she hurriedly wedged herself into the Daisy Duke shorts and stepped out into the bar.

“See, yeah, a girl can make pretty good money just dancing,” Jerry had said to Jackie’s tits. “Real money? Real money’s in the Rabble Rouser rooms; feel me?”

Her mother had never saved any money for Jackie’s education. And, even if Sabrina Dee had managed to save penny one, any one of the long line of Sabrina’s boyfriends would have stolen it. Knowing she had two things going for her, Jackie put her pretty face and stacked body to work; she wanted an education.

“God damn; them puppies real?” a fat old man asked, eyes glued to Jackie’s breasts.

“Take me in the Rabble Rouser’s room I’ll let you find out,” Jackie smiled a playful smile.

“Naw, can find out for free right here,” the man guffawed, reaching to fondle Jackie’s tits.

Jackie stepped back, avoiding the man’s grab. Cedric grabbed the man by his shirt collar. Pulling the man’s arm up behind him, Cedric marched the loudly braying man out of Rax.

“So, why’s this place called Rax anyway?” Jackie asked, sipping her water before going back onto the stage.

“Uh! Girls got racks? Men like girls got them some racks?” another dancer smirked, cupping her surgically enhanced breasts.

“OH!” Jackie said, then giggled. “Now I get it!”

After a week, Jackie/Diamante was a seasoned pro at the game. She was also quite adept at hiding her hundreds of dollars from her mother and whatever loser of the day happened to be lurking around in their apartment.

One skill she had perfected was the ability to make any man in the building feel like she was performing solely for him. She made eye contact, flashed a shy smile, then looked away, ducking her head. When she would slowly look over at him again, she would quickly look away again.

Johnny Zuna fell for the eighteen year old blonde in a hard way. The fifty three year old businessman brought a client to Rax; the establishment had beautiful girls and a truly delicious ribeye steak, side salad with house dressing and the perfect baked potato. The steak dinner had a price tag of twenty five dollars, but Johnny joked it often cost as much as five hundred bucks.

The client took a shine to a tattooed red head; as he told Johnny, he liked his women a little on the trashy side. Johnny fell for Diamante Derosa, the enchanting blonde dancer with the innocent looks and wicked body.

Johnny paid for his client to have a few moments with the nasty red head in Rabble Rouser Room One. He took Diamante into Rabble Rouser Room Three and fell hard for her innocent giggles and gasps and wide eyed stare as he pulled out his fat cock.

Johnny tipped the red head a few hundred bucks. He tipped Diamante one thousand dollars and promised the breathless eighteen year old blonde he would take her out of Rax.

A few nights later, Diamante barely remembered the extravagant businessman. She had seen dozens of middle aged men in expensive suits with bad comb overs wearing too much after-shave. She did remember the one thousand dollar tip, though. She agreed to a date; her next night off was Wednesday.

The limousine was impressive; most of the tenants of the crumbling apartment building came out to see the fine automobile as it sat, idling. He delighted in teaching the gasping, blushing girl the proper way to eat Spaghetti Bolognese, how to savor and appreciate the heady rich red wine the restaurant served.

Afterward, he delighted in her clumsy attempts of fellatio. He delighted in being the first to ever go down on her, slurping and licking at her triangle of tight blonde curls.

“Please, Mr. Zuna, please use a condom,” Jackie begged when he moved to mount her as the limousine sped noiselessly through the small Pennsylvania town.

By now, she had told him her real name. He was someone disappointed to find out that she was not really Italian as the name ‘Derosa’ had led him to believe. But he was willing to forgive the subterfuge; after all, she was an entertainer. Entertainers often changed their names for one reason or another.

“Don’t worry; you get knocked up? I’ll take care of you, hear?” he said and slid into her spittle wet pussy.

Jackie wondered how she would be able to feign an orgasm. She did not need to worry, though. Johnny was self-centered enough to believe he’d been a masterful lover as he brayed and pumped a load of semen into her tight folds. With a self-satisfied smile, he pulled out and lightly slapped her thigh.

The next morning, Johnny called his attorney from the rear of the limousine as his driver sped toward the office. Even as they whizzed along toward the old building that housed his business, Johnny sniffed the air of the limousine, imagining he could still smell the blonde beauty’s scent.

“Hey Stevie,” Johnny said. “It’s time, huh?”

Charlotte Zuna nee Spellmeyer did not take the petition for divorce very well. The fifty eight year old platinum blonde vowed to take Johnny Zuna to the cleaners. Steven Carlisle smiled as he slid the thirty one year old pre-nuptial agreement Aaron Spellmeyer had insisted his precious daughter sign if she was going to marry a ‘no-good greaser.’ Before Charlotte’s attorney could wave the old document away, Steven then slapped the paperwork for Charlotte’s three abortions in front of the smug attorney and his preening client.

“We are, of course, invoking the ‘adultery’ clause of the legal document in question,” Steven smirked. “We have also located one Ronald Jackson and he is prepared to testify to a decade’s long ongoing affair with your client.”

“Best of luck in your future endeavors,” Johnny smirked at the sobbing Charlotte Zuna. “Oh! Hey, how you think your daddy would take it? Finding out his precious little princess had her a taste for the chocolate, eh?”

“But, but, if you knew, why didn’t you…” Charlotte’s attorney asked, hoping for some lifeline to salvage this encounter.

“Because I just didn’t give a flying fuck,” Johnny admitted. “I mean, look at her, eh? Ain’t nothing on her real no more; she’s had face lifts and fanny lifts and tummy tucks out the wazoo? Let her have her fun long as it don’t interfere with my business eh?”

Jerry nodded his head when Jackie/Diamante let him know she was leaving. He shrugged, looking at the huge diamond ring on the girl’s finger and wished her all the best. Just before she sashayed out of the door, Jerry tossed a Rax Rabble Rouser troll doll to her. She caught it and smiled her appreciation, clutching the ugly troll to her impressive chest.

Johnny’s precious daughter, Tracy Stevens nee Zuna was appalled to hear that her parents were divorcing. She was further appalled to hear that her mother, her sainted mother had been guilty of adultery.

“And with a n—-r? Mother! With a n—-r?” Tracy hissed.

Anthony Zuna did not care about his parents’ marriage. As Vice President of Acquisitions & Mergers of his father’s company, Zuna Enterprises, Anthony was far too busy to be pulled into the drama.

Until he was introduced to his father’s fiancé. Then Anthony was equal parts outraged and jealous. And when he wasn’t outraged, he was worried that this little blonde hussy might upset his apple cart. After all, should anything happen to his father, Anthony was the heir apparent.

Johnny promised his little blonde pixie a beautiful wedding and a glorious honeymoon. Jackie delighted him by stating she did not need an elaborate wedding; she just wanted to be married to him.

Because of his divorce, they could not marry in St. Theresa’s Catholic Church. Instead, they had a large wedding at Foothills Country Club. Jackie’s head was swimming with all the names of Johnny’s business partners, friendly rivals, family and friends that she was introduced to. She was slightly surprised that Jerry, her old boss was in attendance. At the lavish reception she found out that Anthony had recently added Rax to their roster of fledgling enterprises.

Three years after their wedding, Johnny was frustrated with his beautiful little bride. She was still just as beautiful as ever, still bewitched him with her sweet smiles and enthralled him with her luscious figure. But she had yet to conceive, to give him a little Johnny to dote upon.