You Weren't Born a Slut Dear

You Weren't Born a Slut Dear

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Genre: Romance

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Status: In Progress

Genre: Romance

Summary

Dying grandma's final words - 'You weren't born a slut dear' - would haunt Ren many times during her lusty early life. But as they say, cream always comes to the top.

Summary

Dying grandma's final words - 'You weren't born a slut dear' - would haunt Ren many times during her lusty early life. But as they say, cream always comes to the top.

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Submitted: January 14, 2017

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Chapter 1

 

Grandma lay dying and the rest of the family looked like they’d gathered for a party and no one had remembered to bring booze.

 

Their faces were so l-o-o-n-g and Ren McIntyre’s mother Macy lay in a heap on the sofa sobbing, absolutely exhausted, instead of sitting with her mom and holding her hand.

 

Ren, who was fourteen and beginning to look sexy, clasped the hand of very frail Gran.

 

Gran had spoken often to Ren above death in recent months, attempting to convince it was merely ‘the passing over’ and had explained what that meant, although Ren thought that stuff was something out of a fairytale.

 

“It might happen if you believe,” Gran had croaked.

 

Yeah right, Ren had thought.

 

She shut her eyes and believed she’d open them and would find she was beautiful and intelligent and married to a rich dude. She opened her eyes.

 

Yeah right.

 

Gran had warned Ren (who’d been named Renée for god’s sake!) that she would develop just like her mother had, becoming pretty with big breasts and possessing an unquenchable desire to sleep with guys.

 

“Sleep with guys, yuck,” Ren had said. “They smell and pee on the toilet floor.”

 

“Oh, that’s you just seeing their good side,” Gran had coughed into her little joke.

 

Today was so much different. Gran was too weak to joke. Her tired old heart was on its last legs.

 

The pastor had just left when Gran decided it was time. Either that or someone or something had decided for her. Probably her heart was giving out.

 

The family crowded in close to Gran for their final goodbye, pushing Ren to the outer.

 

She sat in the corner unworried that Gran would soon be dust. Imagine what the end was like for the bulls on their farm when they either lost interest in the job or broke their thing?

 

Gran croaked she wanted Ren and the suspicious family parted to allow the sole granddaughter through.

 

Gran was slipping fast and Ren was too late to get close enough to hear but her mom had her ear close to gran’s lips.

 

Gran died and everyone including Ren went “Ah’.

 

 

When most of the extended family had left the room to have a beer, whisky, rum and coke or bottled water, Ren asked, “What did she say mom?”

 

Sarah checked that her husband and two sons were out of hearing range.

 

“It was message for your future I believe darling. She said, ‘Always remember you weren’t born a slut dear’.”

 

“Oh, what does that mean mom?”

 

“Just keep it to yourself and remember it. It might become clearer to you as you age but then again it might be something that you brush aside.”

 

“Aw mom, what does that mean?”

 

“Patient dear. Allow your life to unwind. Come to the living room. I think on this special occasion you can have coke with just a small amount of rum.”

 

“If you don’t mind, I’ll stay a wee while with Gran.”

 

“Aw, that’s lovely of you Ren. Really lovely.”

 

*  *

 

Not long after Ren McIntyre’s 18th birthday, she had vaginal sex with a guy she hung out with, Jimmy Black, both surrendering their virginity.

 

They thrashed about a bit like they’d often seen people in the movies did and were left wondering what the mystique about it was all about; thinking they’d missed something.

 

Ren attempted to wipe the milk-like marks off her black skirt but the stuff was hard to remove by just licking on her handkerchief.

 

Then Jimmy said he was in a rush to get home in time for afternoon milking and dumped Ren at the crossroads, leaving Ren with a two-mile walk home on legs that still felt a bit wobbly.

 

As she grumpily watched the old pickup disappear trailing blue exhaust she thought how unkind Jimmy was. Gee, earlier he was all over her, nice as pie, when breaking down her resistance in his push to have sex with her.

 

Then out of the blue came a distant memory, ‘You Weren’t Born a Slut Dear’.

 

Jeepers, were you a slut as soon as you had sex for the first time?

 

Unsure about that, she decided that Jimmy would never have sex with her again.

 

“Hi mom,” Ren said, walking to the fridge and grabbing the jug of juice.

 

When she turned, her mom looked at her and gasped, “Oh Ren.”

 

“What?”

 

“Who’s been at you?”

 

“Mom what on earth are you talking about?”

 

“Someone’s had sex with you and I really don’t think it was a female.”

 

“A female? Oh, yuck mom, it you must know Jimmy Black was all over me.”

 

“Yeah right, he’s only your age but twice as cheeky and he swaggers. I bet he’d been jerking off for years.”

 

“What?”

 

“It doesn’t matter. When did your last period start?”

 

Ren screwed her face trying to remember and then got it, about the time of her cousin’s Di Wells’ birthday.

 

She gave the date and her mom counted on her fingers.

 

“Oh, you should be okay, luckily.”

 

“Okay what?”

 

“It doesn’t matter. Tomorrow I’ll make an appointment for us with Doc Simpson.”

 

“I’m not sick.”

 

“Well I will if you go on having sex like this.”

 

Ren said she’d decided she’d not have sex again and her mom said another strange thing: “Oh yeah? You’re your mother’s daughter.”

 

“This conversation is dumb. I’m off to watch TV.”

 

“You put that juice jug back into the fridge Ren and go change your skirt and panties before you father sees that skirt.”

 

“Why?”

 

“Just do it. Go Ren.”

 

“Okay there’s not need to shout.”

 

*  *  *

 

Three weeks later at Emerson Frank’s birthday party, one of Jimmy’s friends Joey Lund came on strong to Ren and made her feel like it. She invited Joey to take her to one of the barns.

 

“Would you mind if my pals Larry and Kevin came along and watched?”

 

“Hell yes. I don’t need watchers.”

 

“Aw come on Ren, they’ll not tell anyone.”

 

“No.”

 

“In that case, I’m losing interest…”

 

“Oh, all right then.”

 

After Joey finished Ren looked at Kevin and said what about it?”

 

Kevin couldn’t seem to talk.

 

“I will,” Larry said and oh boy was he energized.

 

When he began to flag, Kevin hauled him away from Ren and said, “My turn.”

 

A while later the three youths swaggered off laughing, leaving Ren on the hay. She felt as if she’d be unable to walk and dozed for a while.

 

She awoke to find herself in a real mess and drove home in her mom’s car to shower and change.

 

Macy her mom came in to find out why she was home so early, took one look at the state her daughter was in and said, “Omigod Ren, even in my wildest days I never was as bad as this.”

 

Driving back to the party the words came back to Ren: ‘You Weren’t Born a Slut Dear’.

 

Oh god,” she wailed aloud. “Gran was telling me I’m mistress of my own destiny.”

 

But to no avail.

 

Ren went to college and was one of the raunchiest sluts in the 129-year history of the conservative institution, or so a couple of her jealous female rivals claimed and the rumor spread. How such a thing could be measured was beyond comprehension.

 

This young woman had no reason to take up sport or go to the gym to keep fit; Ren was a super athletic on a bed or in the backseat of a car or when being plowed on a park bench or pressed into a hedge.

 

Somehow with so little time spent on homework and study reviews, Ren graduated Master of Agricultural Science in Crop Science to please her dad who thought he should reduce stocking rates and turn half the ranch into cropping and Ren could be in charge of that.

 

But during her final year at college, her dad contacted brucellosis and retired sick as a dog to the city, selling the ranch. Fortunately, he was treated successfully and joined the city council to be in charge of looking after council livestock on its land held for development as future parks.

 

Ren, who had no interest in cropping but had found that out too late, said goodbye to her family and headed off to another city where she joined that city council and because of her academic qualification, after six months became assistant manager of the council’s weed eradication division.

 

She appeared successful at everything she touched and as she worked up in seniority by spending time in other departments she began a hot affair with the married male director of Human Resources and she was promoted to become deputy head of the council’s Community Outreach Program.

 

Ren was a cheerful, energetic and good-looking young woman and accepted most responsibilities passionately.

 

Ironically, she worked hard in mastering her new role and before long became recognized as an authority on the wayward sexual excesses of teens.

 

That recognition resulted in her receiving speaking engagements to parent groups throughout the state.

 

However, like most people she experienced obstacles and setbacks that everyone faces in life.

 

A big change for Ren occurred for Ren when a newspaper investigative reporter preparing to profile the young social guru found her degree was in farm cropping and not professional counseling.

 

He confronted Ren. She knew her current career was on the line and that told her to push herself up into another gear and deal with the crisis.

 

“I’m thirsty Julian, should we go out for coffee?”

 

Julian looked at the breasts that seemed to be more exposed than a few minutes earlier when he’d studied then and said, “Um, what about a wine?”

 

“Oh, what a splendid idea. Your place or mine?”

 

“Er my wife often comes home from work at irregular hours.”

 

“Oh Julian, naughty man. You are thinking of committing adultery with me.”

 

“W-w-what-oink-um-yes.”

 

“God, do you go around sticking your thing up poor defenseless women?”

 

“N-N-oink-oink-um-yes.”

 

“Oh well, I’m defenseless under your masterly seduction technique. Let’s do it on my office floor right now and then you can decide whether to take me to my apartment and deal with me totally.”

 

Julian’s pants were down around his ankles in a flash and he pulled supposedly defenseless Ren on to the carpet with him and then pushed her head down to his groin.

 

A little later Ren advised her manager she was going home with the ’flu and she and Julian bunkered down for a couple of days.

 

Early evening of the second day, Julian was horrified to see his pregnant wife crying to a TV reporter that her husband had never gone missing before.

 

He said painfully to Ren, “That’s my wife. I best go home.”

 

“Go home in the morning,” Super Slut cooed.

 

“Let me go now and I’ll write a cracker of an article about you.”

 

Ren showed him the door and suggested he should plead temporarily amnesia.

 

Julian thought that was a brilliant idea.

 

In bed that night, nursing her rather battered body, Ren heard a voice in her head say, “Ren you are such a slut.”

 

“Eek!” It was her Gran’s voice, she sobbed and was so upset it was almost a week before she had sex with yet another happily married guy who after two hours with Ren believed Christmas had come six months early.

 

*  *

 

After reading the invitation from the Pastor Lucas Orchard and tossing it into her office bin, Ren pulled it back out, sighed, and read it again.

 

Dear Madam,

 

It has come to our notice the wonderful inspirational work you are doing for young families and easing some of the pain for parents who have difficulty coping with the growing pains of their children or, for that matter, becoming able to maintain constant dialogue with them. My ministry is in an area of predominately young families, the majority being young business executives of both sexes who have young teens and are at their wit’s ends on how to cope with their children. We need your help. Please come and present one of your inspirational lectures. I believe I can guarantee you a non-denominational audience of 250 people minimum. The capacity of the Elizabeth McCann Memorial Hall is approximately 600 people if side rooms with large video screens are used.

 

Lucas Orchard, DD (Doctor of Divinity)

 

Ren whose largest audience to date was 123, was almost tempted to go, to see if the moving, receptive mass of people would enable her to hit the straps in her final presentation as a lecturer. She’d been offered the position of head of the council’s public relations team after three managers with the appropriate professional qualifications had turned out to be dismal failures because they were naïve when it came to community and council politics.

 

She consulted her manager.

 

“You should accept the speaking engagement,” Freddie said sagely. “If they send you a polite letter of thanks after the event it would look good attached to your CV.”

 

Suitably motivated, Ren replied accepting the invitation and was sent information about the meeting place and a check for $300 as her fee. She sent the check back to the Rev. Orchard as a donation to the church’s youth ministry.

 

He wrote back, “It’s a cliché to say that God moves in mysterious ways. Actually, I believe that’s more than a cliché, it’s part of the emotional claptrap people apply to religion. I just think you are a beautiful, generous person and wish to thank you enormously for your donation. Lucas.’

 

Rather taken by that lovely note, Ren went to her computer and looked up the church’s website in its location of Clarkston Creek. The photo of Rev Orchard showed quite a dishy guy and a story about community concern that he remained unmarried made Ren think perhaps she could help him release his sexual tensions during her overnight visit but unfortunately, she was to stay in the home of Miss Jenkins and Mrs Ryan, whom she assumed would be closet lesbians.

 

 

Jennifer Jenkins met Ren at the airport and drove her to the home of her grandmother, Kate Ryan, making Ren think so much for the assumption about lesbians.

 

“What do you think of Rev. Orchard?”

 

“He’s adorable,” Jennifer said shyly. “I’m one of a number of women in the congregation that has attempted to attract an engagement ring from him but he says we’re not racy enough for him.”

 

“Omigod, then what does he want?”

 

As they walked to the front porch from the detached garage Jennifer said big breasts (glancing at Ren’s 34D’s), the ability to move her ass (having already seen Ren’s swaying walk) and a very outgoing personality.”

 

“Well he could be hard put to find that combination plus good looks as well.”

 

“Oh, you think so,” was Jennifer’s strange reply and Ren wondered why Jennifer was looking at her like that.

 

 

 

 

Chapter 2

 

The Rev. Orchard looked somewhat shell-shocked when he was introduced to Ren in the room off the stage.

 

“Omigod.”

 

Ren looked up nervously, half expecting the roof to fall in and she heard Jennifer sight and say, “See I told you so.”

 

“Told him what?”

 

Jennifer’s lips tightened into what Ren provocatively called a frosty expression,

 

“Call me Lucas whenever we are intimate.”

 

Ren smiled and asked, “Oh how often will that be?”

 

Rev Orchard appeared to choke and Jennifer whispered he meant when not in front of the congregation.

 

Ren handed Lucas the fifty-word résumé he’d requested and he went off to one side to read it.

 

“Try to sneak him into your room tonight. My grandmother won’t hear you. If you succeed, could I join you two say after thirty minutes?”

 

“Right in we go,” said Rev Orchard waving for Ren to precede him and before she could comprehend exactly what Jennifer was on about, although she had a pretty good idea.

 

Ren half-tripped going up a step.

“God. Oops, goodness gracious,” she muttered.

 

Jennifer whispered supportively, “No, your initial blasphemous comment probably was okay because this isn’t a church hall.”

 

Ren was introduced very competently and she went to the lectern vacated by Rev Orchard and was straight into it.

 

“I’ve taken contraceptive pills since I was sixteen to avoid pregnancy and so you parents or grandparents or caregivers might well wonder why am I standing up here lecturing to you about the joys of living with teenagers. Well my degree is Agriculture Science in Crop Science and my favorite professor taught my many things about barley although he’d never seen a barely from seed and progressed with it in a study through to a mature barely head being harvested. Prof Green was a communicator. And that’s why I have been invited here tonight, to communicate some thoughts and ideas.”

 

“You know there’s not been a big change in having children over the centuries. It’s a bit like a principle of physics: If you weren’t meant to have kids you wouldn’t have them unless there was a whoopsie during one of your romantic interludes (laughter).”

 

Ren soon had the 580 people with her. About ten others had just walked out.

 

Her flippancy soon gave way to comment about the need for ground rules, explicit communication, anger control and judgment over granting or refusing concessions.

 

“The day you let your teenage get away shouting ‘fuck you’ to you then you must accept you have just performed one of the biggest boo-boos of your life. Nothing will ever by the same again during the teen years, and perhaps never after that as well. Loose the respect of your kids and they know you’ll no longer apply control boundaries and what have you got left?”

 

“The answer is not to rush off to bed with your spouse and try to do it all over again, hoping next time you’ll do better. You go after that child and say, ‘Look, unless WE do something about this our relationship will disappear down the toilet. Do WE want that? I certainly don’t. What about YOU?” It will be a tense moment. It may go your way or you might be slammed with that F-word again. If reasonable dialogue begins, well and good and you may be over the hump for the time being. If it doesn’t I suggest you seek joint professional counseling without delay and wear it on the chin if you are told in front of your rebellious child where you may have gone wrong. With luck, your dissident child may hear some home truths about his or her need to become more reasonable.”

 

“Finally, I leave you with the thought that there’s nothing new about this and you are not the only parents experiencing relationship problems with your children. I originated from a small rural community and I remember my grandmother saying to me, ‘There’s nothing new about community complaints about young hooligans doing slides in their souped-up vehicles down the main street of town in the early hours of Saturday morning and blaring their vehicle horns. You grandfather when he was a boy got busted by the sheriff and a group of citizens with shotguns one Saturday night when they went drunkenly charging down that very same street on their horses whooping and hollering loud enough to wake the dead and skidded to a stop when they came to a barricade of two wagons tipped on to their side. When they turned, they were facing twenty guys with shotguns. Oh, what a lesson those young hooligans learned, and it stuck with some of them including your grandfather’.”

 

“You know, my mom gave her mom hell when she was a teenage and mom tells me as she came out of the church after being married, aged twenty-two, she stopped and clutched her mom bawling her eyes out and thanked her mom and dad for doing such a great job in bringing her up and preparing her to be such a lovely bride. Mom told me grandma said, “That’s okay darling; it’s what parents do.”

 

‘Gee, isn’t that such a beautiful thought? Thank you.’

 

The applause was thunderous and in thanking the speaker Rev Orchard said it was accepted Ren McIntyre couldn’t present the magic bullet because there wasn’t one but what their entertaining and thoughtful speaker had done was to emphasize that parents with problem teenagers were not alone and with more than a touch of luck it would probably come out all right at the end.

 

“Ren delivered a very strong message to you: Communicate, communicate, communicate and don’t allow it to be one-sided.”

 

After the last of the people had come up to thank Ren, Lucas said, “You really were wonderful. I’d love to invite you home for supper but unfortunately…”

 

“I understand. Look here’s my card. Why not come and spend the night with me one night this week. I’m only two and a half hours’ drive away.”

 

“You mean stay with you, alone?”

 

“Yes. it’s what you’d like to do isn’t it?”

 

“Oh yes, oh I mean no. No I mean yes. Oh, this is so difficult for me.”

 

“At the end of the day your congregation must expect you to woo a woman or two if they want you married. right?”

 

“Well yes.”

 

Ren smiled. “All I’m suggesting is going a step beyond wooing. You have done it I assume?”

 

“Well yes but you have no idea how hard it is.”

 

“But it needs to be hard.”

 

He looked surprised and then spluttered. “Oh, Ren you are incorrigible. Hmmm. I can visit you Wednesday. Shall we say for dinner?”

 

“Yes, it would be improper for us, a newly met couple, to be planning anything else I believe.”

 

“Most improper,” he said smiling. “I have felt this naughty since last year when I was on vacation and succumbed to my waitress, a senior university student.”

 

“In this context think of naughty as being good. At least it always has had that ability to change in meaning in my experience.”

 

“This has been a brilliant night for me and an excellent night for people who attended. Oh. there is Jennifer and her grandmother waiting to host you. Good night Pet.”

 

“Good night dear man. And don’t overlook the fact that Jennifer appears to have been brilliantly conceived as the perfect model of a successful pastor’s wife.”

 

Ren walked away highly excited, thinking that would be the most brazen attempt to engineer a liaison ever since she’d become sexually active. She must make him sin, if having recreational sex could actually be considered a sin, it would be very worthwhile for him.

 

 

Lucas arrived on Wednesday and they kissed modestly at the door.

 

Ren, with high expectations, was not wearing panties and her bra was a half-cup so that Lucas’s trembling fingers would not have a problem freeing them.

 

During the pasta mains, Lucas asked what did Ren think about the possibility of settling at Clarkston Creek. She anticipated the answer would hinge on whether or not Lucas would have sex with her. She decided to answer honestly and said she was afraid that would not be possible.

 

Lucas left an hour later after making no overtures about having sex and he kissed her cheek at the door. Ren was happy despite missing out on sex because she knew it was the closest she’d come to having a guy really interested in her for the long haul.

 

She was glad she’d not lied just to have sex. She knew Gran would be proud of her.

 

*  *

 

Ren began work as head of the council’s public relations team and their activities also included promoting the city. She became intensely involved in learning the ropes and reading years of reports from past managers of the division that she became sexually inactive and wondered if he vagina would seal itself off through non-use.

 

However, the mayor solved that problem for it.

 

Mayor Dick Waters was the person who’d suggested she be moved from weeds to PR and told Ren that when she was working with him late one afternoon.

 

“Oh, I hadn’t known that,” she said. “I should reward you in some manner because it represented a big promotion for me.”

 

The mayor looked at Ren’s bust and licked his chops.

She smiled and pulled up her top and then pushed up her bra allowed the boobs to flop out.

 

Dick’s eyes bulged and he scurried around his desk saying he’d lock the door and the Super Slut smiled.

 

Although Dick was old enough to be Ren’s father, he proved good with his dick and they became once-a-week lovers for some months before his wife publicly accused him of infidelity and named Ren as her most likely suspect.

 

Ren was quietly redeployed on increase salary as deputy director at the council’s urban transportation depot located twelve miles away from City Hall.

 

But after three dreary weeks away from the limelight, Ren resigned and the mayor’s wife, smiling triumphantly, presented Ren with a gorgeous bouquet of flowers at her farewell.

 

Thanking Mrs Waters, Ren whispered, “Increase your fitness and move your ass more during bedroom athletics and your husband will come back to heel.”

 

*  *

 

Ren had applied for the advertised position of deputy City Manager at Mandell, that was only fifteen miles from her parents’ former ranch. Mandell (pop. 37,800) was where her parents lived in retirement,

 

The extended family had a big Friday night party to mark her homecoming for the first time in five years. She’d kept in contact, of course, and sent photos but even her mom was astonished at how beautifully filled out and how good-looking her daughter had become.

 

“You look nothing like a slut,” she’d whispered when hugging Ren on her arrival.

 

“Gee thanks mom.”

 

During the evening, Ren admitted she’d resigned from her job because of trouble with the mayor’s wife but had not been specific. Everyone hearing that assumed she must have had an affair with the mayor and had been caught out and fired.

 

“What will you do now Ren,” Aunt Mae asked and all the adults including her two older brothers waited expectantly for the answer.

 

“I’ll probably sponge on the family for a while but I have something up my sleeve.”

 

“What?”

 

“Oh, a bit of this and that and if nothing comes of that I’ll probably try prostitution.”

 

Most of the family laughed.

 

Ren thought the interview at City Hall went well but became nervous when Mrs Francis, the chairwoman of the three-person panel said, “Miss McIntyre we were pleased to learn that you gained an online bachelor degree in Public Administration to add to your Master of Agricultural Science in Crop Science and that you did work in weed control and weed control a perennial problem for us in our district. You also worked in public relations and that is a bit of a weakness in our present administration.  But overall your experience is rather light and you are rather young but we do note that you are the only applicant from this county or indeed this state.”

 

Assuming all that was both good and bad for her, Ren went to the council café to wait with the other eight short-listed applicants with her fingers crossed.

 

When all interviews had been completed Mrs Francis appeared at the doorway and called, “Miss McIntyre could you come with me please.”

 

She took Ren and introduced her to Mayor Larry Black and left.

 

“Well Ren and how are your parents?”

 

“Fine thanks Mr Mayor and how are Mrs Black, Jenny and Jimmy?”

 

“Well they’re all good but we all miss living on the ranch. When I became deputy mayor and had extra duties the traveling became too onerous and so I sold the ranch and we all now live here in the city. Jenny is married and produced a granddaughter for us and Jimmy he has an apartment here in the city and is an attorney with Bell, Truman and Wasowski and is doing very well as their litigation specialist.”

 

They chatted for a while and Mayor Black stood and took Ren to the door and said, “Well the position is yours if you want it Ren. I feel you will fit in here very well. He opened the door and said to his receptionist, “Meg could you please take Miss McIntyre here to Mrs Francis.”

 

Ren drove home triumphantly in her mom’s small Chevy and was asked had she had a nice day shopping.

 

“I went for a job interview. I’d like to talk about it when dad is here.”

 

“Okay, have you any washing to do, I’m about to put on another load.”

 

“You rest up mom. I’ll do it.”

 

“But you haven’t a clue…”

 

“Mom please get up to speed. I have been living alone in rented apartments for most of the years since I left the ranch. I know everything about looking after myself.”

 

“Omigod, my picky baby is all grown up.”

 

Her father and two brothers arrived together just before 7:00 and Sarah whispered, “Now?”

 

“No mom, when we are sitting down with a drink.”

 

Her father arrived into the family room first and holding a beer.

 

“What’s up with your mother. She’s acting like a headless chook and finally said you had some news.”

 

“Yeah dad. Let’s wait till we are all settled.”

 

“We are waiting Ren,” said her mother.

 

“Guys today I won selection for a new job.”

 

Her dad Donald mumbled good going but Wayne said, “That’s great news Ren.” While her mom said, “Go on, go on.”

 

Ren was disappointed Neil her other brother had shown no interest.

 

“It’s with Mandell City Council.”

 

Sarah asked, “What in weed control or public relations?”

 

“I start next Monday as deputy city manager.”

 

“Omigod, you didn’t say assistant to the deputy city manager.”

 

“No mom and I have a personal staff of six.”

 

“Wow,” said Neil, becoming interested at last. “What’s your salary?”

 

“$88,000.”

 

“Jesus and you get that just for sitting on your ass and reading reports?”

 

“Something like that Neil. I get a new Dodge Laramie four-wheel drive pick-up. I have to assist the City manager in various administrative and managerial roles and coordinate functions between departments and deal with outside agencies and organizations, deputize for the City Manager in his absence, attend meetings of his behalf. I’ll have specific administrative responsibility for the regional airport, public works, engineers’ department, electric department, waste water, fire department, city golf course and human resources.”

 

“Holy shit,” said Neil. You should be on a salary of 200 grand.”

 

“Thank you darling. I’m required to add a finance degree to my academic qualifications within two years. Obviously, I will be considered a possible successor for the City Manager when he retires in five years or so.”

 

“Oh, my darling girl, you really have landed on your feet, haven’t you,” said her proud mom.

 

“Neil grab the classes, I’ll get the whisky bottle,” said his father. “This really is a big occasion for this family.”

 

Ren went to bed more than a little drunk but Neil and her mother had both passed out and so she had been rather proud of herself and had really impressed Wayne.

 

 

 

Chapter 3

 

Three weeks into the job Ren was beginning to feel settled. She had shocked many staff because of her age. Some of those people were aware her successor had been forty-six when he won that position and he was Ren still two months from her 29th birthday.

 

But Ren had developed the skill of remembering people’s names and faces and that was soon impressing staff she met in corridors and called them correctly by their name when she had no one with her to prompt her. At meetings, she was gaining a reputation for her patience, quick understanding and decisiveness and not being shy at asking for enlightenment in technical matters.

 

The buzz spread through the office that she’d refused to call in the chief attorney to sort out a spat between the chief of the engineering department and the chief of the waterworks facility. Instead she went into the meeting room alone, the two senior managers entered and people outside the room heard nothing. No one in the rumor mill could find out how it was settled but the three of them emerged from the room smiling.

 

Then there was the picket outside the Police Department of a family of ten claiming police brutality. As soon as a newspaper reporter and photographer arrived to report their grievance and they had left, Ren went out and addressed the group and told them they’d received publicity for their cause and it was now time to abandon the picket.

 

“What say we don’t do that,” said the spokeswomen.

 

“I’d say that would be ill-advised because as deputy City Manager I shall ask the Chief of Police to have you all officially warned to move out or if there is no response to have to arrest you all, minors included. While you are inside being questioned, we can then check whether we are legally entitled to hold you, fingerprint you and then charge you. But ma’am you already have made your point emphatically, what more do you want.”

 

“Did you honestly wait to come over to us until the media had talked to us?”

 

“Yes.”

 

“Well I never. Come on you lot, we’re moving out.”

 

Later the Mayor and City Manager were seen going into Ren’s office smiling and presumably to congratulate her for eliminating City Hall and its Police Department of a physical embarrassment of uncertain longevity as the family had already erected tents.

 

*  *  *

 

Ren’s PA called, “A personal call Ren.”

 

She picked up the regular phone and a male said, “Hi my old pal.”

 

“Jimmy?”

 

“Indeed,” he said, sounding a little surprised and with a voice more cultured than Ren certainly remembered.

 

“Lunch today?”

 

She said it would have to be after 2:00 because she had a meeting to at the Chamber of Commerce from 1:15 and it could run till 2:00.”

 

“That’s fine. The Steakhouse is diagonally opposite the chamber’s offices but if….”

 

“No, the Steakhouse is fine. You book and you pay. My tab next time. Nice to hear your friendly voice Jimmy or is it Jim or James these days.”

 

“No Jimmy was my mom’s preference and Jimmy it remains.”

 

 

When Ren arrived at 1:50 Jimmy was already seating.

 

He stood and smiled and her heart melted.

 

“Hi Ren., I saw your photo in the newspaper when your appointment was announced but you look ever prettier in the flesh.”

 

“Ooh, would you care to see more flesh?” she joked, kissing him on the mouth and had turned out of the one-arm grip before he had a chance to pull her to him, had that been his intention.

 

“Wow,” he said, taking in her breasts hips and legs with a raking stare.

 

“Good things come well packaged.”

 

He grinned and said they also come with a bright personality.

 

When their dry white had been poured and the waitress had retreated, Jimmy said, “Let’s get the business over with. I’d like to be your personal attorney unless you already have secured on here.”

 

“I take it you are fully qualified?”

 

He smiled and said yes of course.

 

“Great. Give me your card and I’ll authorize my current attorney in my last city of residence to send you my files. I’ve been so busy settling into my job I hadn’t bothered to appoint my own legal beaver. The council has insured me against legal claims or misadventure committed in the course of my employment.”

 

“Of course, and perhaps you would kindly allow me to peruse that document they gave you in respect of that cover and your job contract?”

 

“Yes of course. I will sign up if you assure me I won’t be subjected to excessive fee gouging.”

 

Jimmy smiled and said that was guaranteed: her time would be always charged at the low end of a scale because she would be a classified as a preferential client and treated as well as he treated his own family.”

 

“Ooh, is that good.”

 

“For you it’s very good.”

 

“Then courier a contract over and I’ll sign.”

 

“I’ll bring it to your lair personally.”

 

“Ooh, how lovely. Are you married with lots of kids?”

 

“No.”

 

“Oh, you’ve gone off sex?”

 

“That questions ought not be asked and not answered.”

 

“I was asking as an old friend.”

 

“Oh. that’s different. I was engaged to a woman for two years until midway through last year when she wanted out and so I consented to that, having little choice really. She married one of my friends and is now very pregnant, um ten months after the wedding. I have been, um, playing the field since then. I think that what you females call it.”

 

Ren stayed the full hour with Jimmy and had a lovely time with him. Her Angus steak pleased her as well.

 

As they prepared to leave she asked, “Are you going to date me?”

 

“Yes of course When?”

 

“In next month or two.”

 

“I was hoping for a date very much sooner.”

 

She smiled and said and so was she and held up her face to be kissed by curly dark-headed Jimmy who was about 6ft. 3in. tall.

 

“Mom is so pleased you have come home, well it’s practically home here.”

 

“Yes, and I’ll look forward to meeting her again. She was my hockey coach at high school.”

 

Ren had a sudden thought. “Does your mom know Amy Francis?”

 

“Yes, she and mom are great friends and they were at school together. Why?”

 

“Oh nothing?”

 

Jimmy was suspicious but saw no connection. He wasn’t to know Councilor Amy Francis had chaired the panel that had selected Ren from the nine finalists competing for the position of deputy City Manager. Ren wondered if she should report that Mrs Francis had been ‘got at’. But she had no proof and anyway that would be alleging that Mrs Francis’s integrity had failed here and was that the case?

 

Ren had no idea what had been done, if anything, had been done and she should go on to prove the person selected was performing exceptionally well. To try to ease her concern, Ren doubled the time she was spending on studies for her online business management degree and that decision put the question mark over Mrs Francis’s integrity behind her.

 

The morning after reuniting with Jimmy he called at 6:00 am just as she was leaving for her morning run.

 

“Hi sleepy, sorry to wake you.”

 

“Hi Jimmy I was just leaving on my morning run. You were lucky to have caught me.”

 

“Liar,” he laughed.

 

She cut the call and waited and didn’t have to wait long.

 

“Sorry. I believe you. Give me your route and I’ll drive along it until I see you and then will run with you.”

 

“You are sure you can jog. I go approximately five miles?”

 

“Yes, I bike and go to the gym most mornings. That’s why I’m taller than the guy you remember in our youth.”

 

She laughed and gave him the route.

 

Ren heard the feet slapping the sidewalk behind her and grinned and moved to the side and increased her speed to make Jimmy work. He didn’t pass her and she turned to see another female runner now a long way behind her.

 

She grinned and heard a vehicle stop behind her and a door slam and then feet in the stillness of the morning with still not much traffic moving about. Birds were singing noisily in the trees as leaves were beginning to change to fall coloring and she felt at peace with herself and wondered what Jimmy intended doing to her. Seduce her she hoped.

 

They said hi and settled into the pace set by Ren, now slower and chatted and Jimmy asked could they return on this leg of the route to where his car was parked.

 

“Yes, that will be fine.”

 

He, smiled and said, “Are you right for Friday night?”

 

She asked what for sex and he looked at her sharply but her face was inscrutable and he said he was meaning a date. She said yes and then asked had he pulled out of a pre-arranged date.

 

Jimmy hesitated.

 

“Yes.”

 

“Naughty boy.”

 

She was sure the color on his face wasn’t the reflection of the rising sun.

 

 

Ren and Jimmy met in the city at 7:00 on Friday after having attended end-of-week drinks at their respective offices. Ren had dashed home to her studio apartment to shower and change and comb her dark honey-blonde hair up high. As she put on lipstick Ren wondered idly would her wide mouth slip over Jimmy’s dick tonight.

 

She hoped he didn’t think her mouth was a little too wide. Or perhaps he might think like she did that a wide mouth made her look generous.

 

“Enough of this crap, off we go-go,” she said and then returned to the makeup table to add just a touch more eye shadow and then she decided to change her earrings.

 

“No don’t you fool go, he’ll be waiting.”

 

Ren managed to get to the meeting place, opposite Allied Insurance, by 7:00 and as he glanced at the clock on Allied’s building she said, “Sorry.”

 

He smiled and said no to worry; he’d thought she might not arrive until 7:30 or even not arrive.

 

Ren swung in against him and placing both arms around his neck, kissed him thoroughly.

 

Lifting away but still holding Jimmy, she said, “Don’t be so pessimistic about me and I forgive you for dumping me at the crossroads all those years back after you took my virginity.”

 

“Oh, god I knew you wouldn’t have forgotten that. I did dump you there and race off to milk the house cow to avoid dad thumping me for coming home late. But that was no way to treat you and I left you with a two-mile walk. Oh, Ren it’s too late to do anything about it but to acknowledge to you I behaved like a real heel. I’m so sorry.”

 

“It’s okay and always has been apart from the initial shock of being dumped. I would have had plenty to think about as I walked home. Actually, looking back I suppose that’s how all of us in our group would have expected Wild Jimmy to behave, focusing on just one thing. Do you treat your women better these days?”

 

“Yes.”

 

“Have there been many women.”

 

“Yes. although really active guys wouldn’t think so.”

 

“So, you are now capable of seducing me beautifully?”

 

“Jesus Ren, you’re pushing me into a corner.”

 

Ren smiled. “I know what I’m doing Jimmy. You mother has been at you to marry me, hasn’t she?”

 

“Jesus Ren, did she tell you that?”

 

“No I haven’t met her yet. I just guessed that’s why you didn’t rush to meet me when you knew I was back. You wanted to give me time to settle in and then you’d time your approach.”

 

“Hmmm, you’re not wrong about that. I-I wanted you to see me as the new Jimmy.”

 

“Okay, that’s quite okay but just remember I rather liked the old Jimmy. I had and still have a little wild in me too and believe I’m a better person for it. For one thing, it gives me courage, for example, taking you head-on like this.”

 

“So, you can happily act The Bitch?”

 

“Ooh, your courage is back Jimmy. Let’s go in to Casper’s and eat, I’ve starving but I need to know am I to eat normally or for a robust night of sex?”

 

“I like the idea of sex but I still live at home and…”

 

“Lucky, you Jimmy. I live alone in a small apartment, very small actually. We can go there but it’s up to you.”

 

“Eat plenty Jen.”

 

“Ooh.”

 

*  *

 

“Nice apartment,” Jimmy said, looking around as he undid his tie and threw it over his jacket draped over a dining chair.

 

The partly open kitchen was at one end of the combined dining area and living room and the bedroom and bathroom were off the living room. The walls were egg-shell blue and the carpet was dark blue and Ren had added a couple of paintings and personal effects to stamp the place as her home.

 

“Thanks for your positive comment. I find it small but very comfortable and the locality is just fine,” Jen said, as she stepped in front of Jimmy and lifted her hands high.

 

“Lovely breasts,” he said as he unzipped the back of the ruffled tangerine dress and lifted it and smiling as her head disappeared; Jen had dropped low to assist with its removal. She turned for him to undo her bra. She always felt she was too big and floppy to go without a bra but knew that was only in her head, that men had urged her to go without.

 

Yeah, right.

 

“Panties and leave your hold-ups on?”

 

She nodded and as she expected, when Jimmy squatted to hold her panties while she stepped out of them he then threw them over his shoulder and buried his head into her crotch and licked her shaved vulva.

 

“Oh Jimmy,” she gasped, knowing so far it had gone well. If she delivered well during the next stages, then in all probability Jimmy and she would marry.

 

Jimmy said softly, “Oh boy” as he spread her lips and pushed in his tongue, Ren reaching down and running fingers slowly through his thick thatch of hair.

 

She came for him, all over his fingers and hands and said, “Push it into my Jimmy.”

 

She’d had longer and fatter ones, but he was okay.

 

Jen sighed softly, knowing at last she was on track.

 

She grunted as he thrust the last inch to so in as far as he could.

Jen mouthed words silently, “Be proud of me now gran. I have my life beautifully on track.”

 

 

The End

 


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