Daisy - Sex Stories

Daisy

... you need someone to take care of you. It’s obvious your girl’s not on her job.”

Pete accepted the biscuit. Peeling back the shiny paper wrapping, he took a bite, and did feel better. Andy smiled at him. “Good huh? They got the best.”

“Yeah,” he smiled. “Best breakfast I’ve had in a long time.”

***

“This is the best breakfast I’ve had in a long time, if ever.” Daisy sipped her second of mimosa and then dug back in. Aiden enjoyed watching her. In fact, he enjoyed talking to her. She dabbed the corners of her mouth with the napkin and swallowed. “Do you eat?”

“I rise early, eat early.”

“Huh? You knew we had this date.”

Aiden chuckled.

“It’s rude to take a girl out on a date and make her eat alone. That’s just rude.”

“Date? This isn’t really….” He looked around and realized the setup and arrangement. This was a date.

“I think it’s cool to open casinos and all….” she began, regaining his attention. He watched her fork more of the fluffy eggs in her mouth. “But if you really want to make a killing, you should open nail salons.”

“Really? Why nail salons?”

“The Koreans or Asians got the corner market on nail salons and beauty supply stores. They’re going unchallenged. Let me tell you, Mr. Keane, every city got a hood. In every hood there’s a beauty supply store and black women will spend money on hair and nails before they buy a new dress. We can always work something in our closet.”

“Is that right?”

“Yep. I’m thinking I will open one and ...

... then hire them. You know? Cause Jessiemae and me gots a theory.”

“What’s that?”

“See, the Koreans bring them young girls over here illegally and pay them only a little money, then keep it for themselves. Like slavery. That’s what it is. So I’m thinking if we go to them and offer them a real wage and a way to stay here legally and get them licensed so they can earn a trade, they’d jump on it. Because Koreans can do nails. Let me tell you. Then once we get set up in our own operation, we can move on to beauty supply stores.”

“Sounds like a good business plan.”

“For real? You think so? Do you?”

He did. He was impressed and perplexed. The more time he spent with her the more Donovan’s words came back to him. They were just kids. They had a future. What was he doing?

***

“So what you doing in Vegas, honey? Do you like this town?”

“No. It’s not for me. Too many soulless people,” he mumbled.

“Soulless? You some kind of Christian fanatic or somethin’?”

Pete looked over to her. “I’m not a fanatic. But I know hell when I see it. And since I came to this fucking place, that’s what it’s been like.”

Andy looked away. She didn’t understand why Aiden wanted to screw with these kids. What was the point?

“Well, I’m going to show you a little fun. Some good times. So relax. Vegas aint all that bad.”

Pete dropped his head back. Andy’s car left the glam of Vegas and drove through more gritty urban streets.

“Tell you what,” Andy perked up. “I get a lunch ...