BABY GIRL II For the Ones We Love

by Scott Hildreth

  “I suppose letting the court decide what to do with that fuckin’ Slick was the best thing for the club. Hard to swallow, having a thief get away with being a thief. He’ll get what he’s got coming, I imagine,” Teddy mumbled as he rubbed his beard in his palm.

  “Time will tell. Probably will be a few months before we know. At least we’re free of any involvement for a while,” I responded.

  “So when are you and baby girl talking to her dad, or have ya?” Teddy asked.

  “Well, we haven’t yet. She’s going to have to in the next few days. He’s expecting her to leave here pretty damned quick. Hell, I told her I would go with her,” I exhaled.

  “She’s avoiding the situation,” I continued.

  “He’s liable to wanna whip that ass of yours. Hell, you’re fuckin’ his twenty year old daughter. Trashy assed biker fucking his rich daughter. Yep, I see a fight comin’ out of this,” he jokingly clenched his fists and punched them in the air.

  “Twenty-two, she’s twenty-two,” I corrected him.

  “Oh hell, my bad, Doc. He’ll be fine with it then. That’ll make all the difference in the world,” he said as he nodded his head.

  “We’ll figure it out in the next few days.” I responded, thinking about the process of talking to her father.

  “Last night I told Kelli she had to ask permission to have orgasms. We were fucking in the shower, and she had an orgasm that made her collapse. She damn near passed out,” I said, changing the subject.

  Teddy choked as he was drinking his beer, and began coughing violently.

  “You alright?” I asked.

  “Yeah, gimme a second,” he said as he coughed into his hand.

  “You make her ask your permission to have an orgasm? She’s got to ask you first?” he asked as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

  I nodded.

  “What in the absolute fuck is wrong with you? You’re a sick sum bitch. Seriously, you’re some power hungry fuckin’ weirdo. I always knew you was strange, but holy fuck Doc. Permission? What the fuck?” he laughed and shook his head side-to-side.

  “It teaches her control. She’ll learn to regulate her orgasms. It makes them that much more intense. She said last night while we were in bed that the orgasm in the shower was the most intense one of her life,” I started laughing as I spoke, thinking of what Teddy was probably thinking.

  “It also makes her happy to have me be in control. For me to make the decisions, call the shots, and make the rules. It makes her as happy…or more so than it makes me,” I added.

  “So what happens if she just has the big ‘O’? If she just says, ‘fuck it’ and cums all on her own? Without The Erik Almighty giving his permission?” he tossed his hands in the air waved them from side-to-side.

  “You gonna whip her? Spank her? Toss her off the roof? What?” he laughed.

  “Probably nothing. But she doesn’t know that,” I shrugged my shoulders.

  “So it’s a joke? Just for show?” he laughed as he took a drink of his beer.

  “Well, it’s tough to explain, Teddy. It’s me controlling her that makes her happy. I tell her what I want. She does it. Pleasing me pleases her. She likes it when I do certain things, or say certain things. Just like calling her baby girl. Most girls wouldn’t care, or hell…some would be turned off by it. For Kelli, it makes her feel comfortable to hear it. It’s like a reassurance of sorts. It makes her feel loved,” I explained.

  “Oh, so you wanna make her feel loved, just don’t wanna love her,” he laughed.

  “I can’t win with you today, can I?” I complained.

  “Probably not. I’m in a mood. I like that damned Heather, Doc. She’s good for me. You know how that shit works. You buy a new bike, you want your buddy to buy one. You get a boat, you want your buddy to buy a boat. You get a girl, you want your buddy to get a girl,” he took a breath, rubbed his beard, and continued.

  “You know, it’s like goin’ down to that casino and gamblin’. People go down there and get on the slots. Worst odds in the fucking house. Some play the craps, ‘cause they’re better odds. Roulette is the best odds, I think. Fifty-fifty. Life is about playing the odds – minimizing your risk,” he stood, finished his beer, and continued.

  “And the odds of Kelli doin’ you wrong are slim and damn near none. That poor little girl adores you. Being with her ain’t a gamble. The gamble, Doc, is you,” he said, pointing his finger at me from across the table.

  One of the reasons Teddy and I were so close was the fact that he wasn’t afraid to challenge me. Teddy was a simple man with simple ways. If Teddy had something to say, he said it. He may not always be right, and I may not always agree with him.

  But.

  If Teddy said it, you could bank on the fact that he believed it.

  The gamble, Doc, is you.

  .

  KELLI. “As soon as this light turns green, I’m going to mash this gas pedal and drive as fast as I can up that ramp,” Erik said as he pointed toward the highway.

  I checked my seat belt to make sure it was buckled.

  This was going to be exciting.

  Erik’s car was a BMW M3. Having been around BMW’s my entire life, and working at the dealership, I knew about BMW’s M series of cars. Erik’s car was basically a race car driven on the street. His car could be driven from a garage at home to the track and race against just about anything and win, as long as the driver knew how to drive.

  “And, I am going to keep driving as fast as I can down the highway, and no matter what speed limit I reach,” he paused.

  I turned and looked at him, my heart racing.

  “I won’t slow down,” he said.

  He gripped the wheel with both hands.

  “There’s two…well, let’s say three things that’ll get me to slow down. We’ll either wreck, get arrested – because I will not stop if the police try to pull me over, or you’re going to make me cum,” he turned and faced me.

  “You. What? I’m confused,” I said, trying to remember what he said exactly.

  The light turned green.

  He gripped the wheel and took off. He hit the paddle shifter. Second gear. He hit it again. Third gear. I leaned over and looked at the speedometer. We weren’t even off the on ramp and he was going 105 miles an hour.

  “This could get really ugly really quick, baby girl,” he said in a firm tone as he shifted gears again.

  “I must have missed something,” I half screamed over the sound of the car accelerating.

  He shifted again.

  He swerved left.

  He swerved back to the right.

  The force of him changing lanes forced me to the center of the car. I glanced up at the speedometer. 135 miles an hour.

  “Oh my God, Erik, we’ll go to jail,” I screamed.

  “Well, I’d get busy if I were you,” he said as he changed lanes to get around a truck.

  “Get busy?” I screamed, scared.

  “I told you. We either get arrested, wreck, or you make me cum. After one of those three things happen, this is over,” he stared straight ahead.

  I thought about what he said. He was not joking. This. Was. Insane. I leaned to the left, and was caught by the seatbelt.

  Reluctantly, I reached down and unbuckled the belt. I leaned over to his seat, being careful to stay clear of the steering wheel. I turned my head to the right, 145 miles per hour.

  We are going to die.

  I unzipped his pants, dug around in his pants with my finger, and pulled his limp cock out.

  I immediately started sucking as hard and as fast as I could. His cock grew in my mouth. Up and down the shaft, I moved my mouth, slurping and slobbering more than normal. I heard him downshift and the sound of a horn.

  Oh my God. This is insane. He’s insane.

  I closed my eyes.

  His cock, now rigid, was working into my throat. I moved my mouth up and down the shaft, and rotated my head side-to-side. Licking and slurping, I
pressed the shaft with my tongue.

  Nothing.

  I spit in my hand and started jacking it as fast as I could, sucking the head, and licking the rim.

  Nothing.

  Back to sucking, slurping, and slobbering, I worked the entire length in and out of my throat. I moaned and growled as I sucked.

  Nothing.

  He down shifted two gears.

  “Fucking traffic,” he screamed.

  I sat up and looked ahead. Traffic had not stopped, but there was a large bunch of cars at the merge of two highways. He had slowed to 50 miles an hour.

  I leaned back into my seat and kicked of my shoes. Hurriedly, I pulled my shirt and tossed it in the rear seat. I yanked my sports bra over my head and tossed it. I unzipped my pants and pulled them down to my ankles, and kicked them to the floor.

  He accelerated. The exhaust roared. He stared straight ahead, both hands on the wheel.

  I leaned into his seat with my left arm in his lap, and my knees on my seat. I raised my butt into the air, and reached between my legs with my right hand and started fingering my pussy with two fingers. In about five seconds, I was there.

  “Oh my fucking God, Erik…”

  “I’m going to…”

  “Cum.”

  Holy fucking fuck. This is way exciting.

  I fingered myself furiously.

  “I’m going to again!” I screamed.

  “Oh my fucking…”

  I pressed my palm against my clit. I opened my eyes, and looked down. His cock twitched.

  He shifted gears.

  The sound of the exhaust roared as he accelerated. He changes lanes, shifting me in the seats. Quickly, he changed lanes again. I swayed. And again. This felt like a roller coaster.

  I buried my face on his cock and started sucking furiously. My mouth working up and down the shaft completely, I sucked as I fingered my pussy. A huge orgasm mounted. I felt like I was swelling inside. With two fingers, I fingered my pussy as deep as I could, my hand soaked.

  He changed lanes. My body swayed toward the door. He changed back. I shifted toward my door.

  He shifted gears again.

  I buried his cock deep in my throat. I opened my eyes. I closed them. Oh. My. God. I’m going to cum…As I came, I growled on his cock, shaking my head side to side.

  His hips rose up from the seat.

  And he exploded into my throat.

  I continued to suck as fast as I could.

  “Hey. Stop. Stop. God damn, you stop,” he screamed.

  I looked up and opened my eyes, still sucking as fast as I could.

  He downshifted.

  I sucked.

  “God damn you, Kelli.”

  I sucked.

  He downshifted.

  He downshifted.

  I rose up off of his cock.

  “Jesus, what the fuck. You still speaking English? And what happened to asking for permission to cum?” he asked.

  I looked up at him, confused, and moved back to my seat.

  “No time,” I responded, “lives were at stake.”

  He slowed down to the speed limit and set the speed control. I sat in my seat, naked, and buckled the seat belt.

  I turned and stared at him. After a while, he turned and looked back at me. When he did, I kicked my feet onto the dash. I looked ahead. Minimal Kansas highway traffic. We were out of town now, in the country. I spread my legs as wide as I could, and started fingering myself.

  I closed my eyes.

  My legs spread wide, I slid my fingers in and out of my wet pussy as fast as I could. I pressed my palm against my clit, and held it there, pressing hard.

  “Oh my fucking God, Erik, I’m going to…”

  “Cum…”

  I fingered as fast as I could.

  “Fuck yes.” I screamed.

  “Fuck Yes.”

  “Fuck.”

  “Yeeeeesssssss!” I screamed, and started again as fast as I could move my hand.

  He down shifted.

  “Fuck…Oh…my…”

  He downshifted twice.

  “God.”

  He downshifted.

  I’m…going…to…”

  He downshifted. I felt the car turn left, and the unmistakable rumble of a rural Kansas gravel road.

  “Cum.” I sighed.

  I felt the car roll to a stop. I opened my eyes as he unbuckled his belt.

  And then he turned off the key.

  GENE. There have been things in my life that I have known and things that I have thought. Mentally separating these knowing the difference helps me make decisions that are generally good ones. I think, compared to most men, that I am a good man. I know I try to be. I know that. I think that god forsaken war I fought in was a bad idea. I don’t know it, because I haven’t polled every Vietnamese citizen to get an idea of what they think.

  “And what part is it that you play in my daughter’s life?” I looked him dead in the eye.

  “Well sir, we’re currently seeing each other,” he stammered.

  “Daddy, we’ve been together for the summer,” Kelli interrupted.

  “Baby, I was trying to talk to him. He says you’re seeing each other. You say you’re together. Women, a lot of times, see what it is they want to see. I see what is real, and I can smell bullshit a mile from here. So, Mr. Eads, what is it?” I raised both eyebrows and waited for him to speak.

  “Ead, sir. It’s Ead, there’s not an ‘S’. We have been seeing each other since the day we met, early in the summer. As we speak, we are together. My apologies, I will try to be more concise,” he said as he adjusted himself in his chair.

  Some people are arrogant and some are just sure of themselves. This son-of-a-bitch seemed arrogant to me. If he wasn’t, he was real damn close. The difference to me between arrogance and confidence is in the knowing. Arrogance is thinking you’re able, and confidence is knowing you are.

  “You consider yourself arrogant, son?” I leaned over the arm of my chair with my chin in my hand.

  “Daddy!” Kelli whispered.

  “Arrogant? No sir. I’m an extremely confident man,” he looked me in the eye when he spoke.

  “What’s the difference? To you, what’s the difference?” I stood from my chair.

  He stood, held his hands at his side, and offered his thoughts, “Well sir. To me arrogance is being full of self-pride or self-esteem that more than likely is false. When a person is so full of self-esteem that it is overbearing, they’re arrogant. When someone is sure of self, and still maintains a little humility in their life, they’re confident. It’s easy to be confused until you know me, but I assure you, I’m not an arrogant man.”

  Well, if nothing else, he had good posture. He stood erect and like a military man when he spoke.

  “What’s your position on guns?”

  “What about them sir?”

  “You know what a gun is, don’t you?” I asked over my shoulder as I walked into the kitchen.

  “Daddy, please,” Kelli said softly.

  “Well, he doesn’t quite answer questions well. I don’t believe in beating around the bush, Ead. I’ve had one dream for the last twenty-two years, and that’s for my daughter to take over the dealership. You’re not asking me to change that, but you’re sure asking me to alter it. I think I deserve to know a little bit about this man. Now, would you consider yourself pro or anti-gun, if you were to place yourself in one of those two categories?” I waited at the cupboard for him to try to weasel around the answer.

  “Pro, sir. I have a concealed carry permit, and I carry at all times,” he responded proudly.

  “What do you carry, and why?” I asked as I poured a cup of coffee.

  “A Glock. I carry for many reasons. Because I can. Because I don’t ever want to be in a position that I need to defend something or someone and I am not able to do so without it. I would much rather have it and not need it than feel a need for it and not have it,” he continued to stand while I was in the k
itchen.

  I walked into the living room with my cup of coffee and sat down.

  “You think your gun is a first line of defense? The answer to stopping a fight? Ending an argument?”

  “No sir, I’ve never pulled it, and never had a need to do so,” he sat down into his chair as he responded.

  “Well, you’re a big bastard. Probably intimidate a few with your arrogance and size,” I said as I sipped my coffee.

  “Daddy!” Kelli complained.

  “I’m sorry,” I chuckled, “your confidence.”

  He nodded at me.

  “Well, I’d qualify as a gun nut myself. Former military, you know. Hell, all of us are gun nuts. Saved the police chief as a matter of fact. 1969, month of September. 16th to be exact. We were on a swift boat, headed down that damned river when I saw him. I was Navy. Learned later that he was a Marine. Never seen a kid so scared in my damned life. Standing there on the bank shaking, out of fucking ammo when I lit up that fifty. They’d been over run. You don’t wanna know what a .50 cal. can do to a hundred and ten pound gook, Ead, but that’s a story for some other time.” I looked intently into Ead’s eyes and cleared my head of that damned war.

  “Tell me, Mr. Ead, what you would do if someone ever tried to hurt my Kelli. She’s mine, you know. She’s the only woman I love. I’ve loved two, her and her mother. Her mother’s been gone twenty-two years, God bless her. Kelli’s all I have, and all I care about. If someone tried to hurt her, what would you do?” I leaned in my chair and waited for a response.

  “Well sir, I’m different than most. I believe in options. If someone was disrespectful, I’d give them an opportunity to apologize. If they didn’t accept that option, I’d resolve it. Sadly, I suspect it would be in a violent fashion. If someone tried to hurt her in any way, I would immediately assess the situation, and resolve it with whatever force was necessary to assure that she was safe,” he nodded at me when he finished speaking.

  Kelli leaned toward the boy and whispered to him. He whispered in her direction and shook his head softly. As she sat down in her chair I spoke.

  “You two want to share with me? Hell, I’m way over here, I can’t hear you. My ears ain’t so good anymore either. Twenty years of the military made my eardrums soft,” I raised an eyebrow and took a sip of coffee.