“You know, I could just drive you on home,” Jesse again offered.
“I know, Sweetheart, but my car is parked in front of Nv,” Anja said easily.
“Or…you could stay at my place and I’ll run you on over here tomorrow,” Jesse offered, his hand on her thigh.
“That is very sweet, but you know how it is,” Anja said, spreading her thighs so that the slit in her ankle length gown parted, exposing her thigh for his touch.
Anja pointed to her Ferrari and Jesse whistled. With a very passionate kiss, Anja got out of his Mercedes-Benz and got behind the wheel of the sleek sports car. Jesse had not even managed to turn his car around and Anja was speeding away, out of sight.
Now, with a sigh, Anja checked her makeup; perfect. She inspected her outfit of white corset top and blood red miniskirt with sheer red stockings and five inch red heels. She again asked herself if she was doing the right thing, going to Jesse’s condominium on Valentine’s Day. She was sure he would presume theirs was a romance, a relationship.
In her garage, Anja mentally slipped a coin and her Ferrari won. She lovingly patted the hood of her midnight black 1955 Ford F100. There was nothing stock about this truck and it was a beast to drive. On occasion, Anja had accidentally lifted the front wheels off the ground by letting the clutch out too fast. But it did not have power steering or power brakes or air conditioning.
She drove the Ferrari from home to the large parking lot of Oakleaf Towers. Glancing into the vegan market, Anja did wonder how the store stayed in business. Every time she’d glanced in through the plate glass windows, the grocery store appeared to have more employees than actual customers.
Anja pushed the button for the third floor and brushed a lock of hair out of her eyes. She went to the door for Jesse’s unit and pressed the doorbell. A moment later, Jesse opened the door and smiled happily.
“Happy Valentine’s Day, Angel,” Jesse announced, swinging the door wide for her.
Anja smiled easily enough; she was used to smiling, even when she did not feel like smiling. Strutting, preening, posing, displaying herself for men that saw her as nothing more than a piece of meat, Anja knew how to smile. A small part of Anja enjoyed flaunting her flesh for a few sweaty dollars, knowing these men wanted her, but would not have her.
Anja gave Jesse her practiced smile as she stood in the doorway of his condominium. She stood up on tiptoes and gave him a soft kiss on his lips.
“Happy Valentine’s Day, Sweetheart,” Anja said, handing him the very large Valentine’s Day card she’d purchased for him.
She’d managed to find a card that was romantic, without promising love or commitment. Anja supposed she did have some feeling for the handsome man; else she would not have gone through the trouble to find an appropriate card for him.
“My God, you, that, that outfit, you are just beautiful,” Jesse said, looking at Anja’s clothing.
“Jesse? Baby Boy? She’s here?” Anja heard a woman’s voice call out from the vicinity of the kitchen.
Anja’s step faltered and she swiveled to face the direction of the voice. Jesse had said nothing of another person joining them and Anja was apprehensive.
“Yeah, Mom, Angel’s here,” Jesse said happily.
“Mom? You, you wanted me to meet your mother,” Anja thought, fighting down her extreme irritation.
“Anja was glad she’d not told Jesse her real name, giving him only her dancer’s name of Angel Waller. She was also glad she’d not allowed Jesse to know where she lived. The phone number he had for her was the phone number she gave to any customer she was attracted to; it could be simply discarded. It was easy enough to get another throwaway phone from the Quickie-Mart gas station/convenience store near Nv.
“It would have been nice if you had told me your mother would be here,” Anja hissed, swiveling to face Jesse.
Meeting the parents; Anja had managed to avoid this uncomfortable, awkward social convention in the past. At this time in her life, she simply was not ready to settle down, to confine her interactions to just one man or one woman. Anja was not ready to fully commit, invest herself to a relationship with any one person. But, a meeting with the parents seemed to signify exactly that to most people.
“I, uh, I yeah, yeah I told you,” Jesse lied.
“No, you most certainly did not,” Anja said, eyes furious.
“So, Jesse tells me…” Jessica Aubriest said, fighting to make her voice friendly, welcoming.
Jessica Aubriest was sure, any little tramp her beautiful Baby Boy brought around would not be good enough for her Jesse. But Jessica Elisabeth Aubriest would be as gracious as possible, at least for the first few minutes of their meeting. There would be time, most likely before she served the dessert for her to let her Baby Boy know this little whore just wasn’t right for him.
Exiting the kitchen and entering the living room, Jessica hated the girl on sight. Even though she could not see the girl’s face; the strawberry blonde was facing Jesse, away from her, Jessica could see the girl’s far too short skirt, the sheer red stockings with lines up the backs, and the ridiculous high heels the girl wore.
“…you two went to Houston for the opera,” Jessica continued, even as she thought, “Good God, Jesse, you didn’t tell me this Angel girl was a hooker.”
“Yes, Ms. Aubriest; a performance of…” Anja said, turning to face the dreaded parent of Jesse Aubriest.
Anja’s beautiful eyes opened wide and her mouth opened in a silent ‘O.’ She stared at Jesse’s mother, appraising the tall, curvaceous woman.
Jessica’s beautiful blue eyes opened wide and her cupids bow mouth opened in a silent ‘O’ as she stared at her doppelganger. Her eyes flickered over the girl’s very revealing top, then back up to the girl’s blue eyes.
“Well, Jesse, you didn’t tell me your mother was so beautiful,” Anja smiled.
“Yeah, she’s something, ain’t she?” Jesse said proudly, putting his arm around his mother’s shoulders.
“Oh, she’s something all right,” Anja tittered, amused. “And you, Ms. Aubriest, I’m sure I’m not good enough for your little man, am I?”
“I, well, I uh,” Jessica stammered, looping her arm around her Jesse’s narrow waist.
“Oh, and I’m sure, any man Mommy brought home just wasn’t good enough for your Mommy, am I right?” Anja asked Jesse.
“Well, of course not,” Jesse smiled widely, squeezing his mother affectionately. “I mean, look at her.”
“Ms. Aubriest? I don’t suppose your little man tried to take peeks at you?” Anja continued. “Hmm? Sneak into the bathroom when you were in the shower? Hmm? Did you ever find your panties under his bed? All sticky with his little pee-pee’s semen?”
“What?” Jesse asked, face flaming hot.
“In fact, the only woman good enough for your baby boy would be you, am I right, Ms. Aubriest?” Anja asked, slowly walking toward the door of the condominium. “And the only man good enough for Mommy would be…”
“I uh, what? What are you saying?” Jessica tried to manufacture outrage at this brazen slut’s accusations.
“Oh. Just pointing out the elephant in the room,” Anja tittered, grabbing her purse from the side table next to the door. “Happy Valentine’s Day; it’s the perfect day to act on those romantic notions of yours.”