Claiming Red: The O'Connell Family(3)

This was the second time in the last year, or so that she had pulled this type of stunt. The first time I fell for her ploy. I thought it was a son of one of their friends, someone in my age group at least, but I was sadly played. Just as I got down the stairs for my date, I heard my mother tell him, “Don’t worry she needs to be trained, but she is worth the money.” All I could see was the back of his head which was covered in grey. Did she really think I would go out with a grandpa? Where was my father in all this? Weren’t fathers’ supposed to protect their daughters from the male species? He had agreed to the date, knowing full well that I was being set up with an old man. All I remember hearing him say was, “She’d better be worth what I paid you.” My stomach had did somersaults and I wanted to puke.

After that, I ran away from home and I moved in with my new best friend Brady. Brady and I had met while I was working at the mall. He was a lot older than me, but we really got along and he was the only one I could turn to when that had happened. He never tried to make a play on me, which was a nice change for me.

About two weeks ago I made a boneheaded move, and called my parents. All of my friends were looking for extra tickets for graduation and I had four extras. I thought maybe they would want to be there for my big day, but I called and they told me that they were busy. Brady was the only one there for me as he has been for the last two years. I let my disappointment get to me, again.

Last week she called and wanted to make it up to me. She had this plan for us to come and get dolled up. I don’t know if it was out of loneliness, or from wanting my mother’s love, but something made me say yes. Now I am here making a fool of myself. Throwing a fit in the town that has been my home for the past four years, in a place I have never been to, and with my behavior will never be again. Thankfully, my tantrum was not that loud. I looked around to see who, if anyone, had noticed.

The only one who happened to see my little shitfit, happened to be the most sophisticated looking motherfucker in the room. He had to be the most attractive human being alive and he saw my whole damn outburst and looked like he was waiting to see what the next round of crazy was going to bring.

He was a beautiful giant. I think somewhere like six foot two or more; it’s hard to tell because I am only five four. Gorgeous was an understatement for this being. His face was all man, hell, every piece of him said all man. Handsome, my name for him, wore a gray pinstriped suit that matched the color of his eyes. Under the suit was a baby blue shirt and gray silk tie. The shoulders on this man were huge. He didn’t look like he sat behind a desk all day; he looked like an undercover bodybuilder. I was nearly salivating and had to pick up my tongue off the floor. Really attractive, Sam, not that he would notice me, like that, anyway.

Ever since my mother started parading me in front of men, the feminine in me made a slow exit. Now four years later, I was dressed like I had a bad case of ‘leave me the fuck alone’ syndrome mixed with a dose of ‘I don’t give a shit what I look like’. I had been fascinated by the suit and felt like a mere pauper in his presence. If only I had gotten the makeover before I seen the man-god. I knew that when I dressed like a girl, I was considered really hot. I had big boobs, a small waist, and with a mother like her, all the reason to cover it up.

To make matters worse, the cocky SOB has the nerve to tell me to hurry up. He was staring at me like I was some freak show, but eyes hadn’t left my face. The bossy gorgeous ass had the nerve to get close to me. When he whispered in my ear, I could feel the tingling in places that hadn’t tingled ever; I couldn’t stand there and not feel my panties moisten. I looked up to see the vulture that spawned me observing the scene. I could see the cogs working in her head and the dollar signs in her eyes. Time to distract the she-devil.

“Listen stud, I don’t have time for this. I have a date tomorrow that I need to get all sexy for. So hold your horses and wait your turn.”

I turned to the funky fresh stylist who was supposed to do both our hair, smiled sweetly and tore off my hat. I pulled my ponytail out shaking it out, and said, “I am ready. I want you to cut it all off.”

All three mouths opened wide in shock. His eyes turned into slits, glaring at me, as though I had said something to offend his pretentious ass.

“Claire, if you cut her hair, I will kick your ass.” Then the pompous ass turned to me, and growled. I can’t believe the grumpy hunk growled at me before giving me more orders. “Red, you are not cutting your hair off. If you add a drop of color to those beautiful locks, I will spank your little ass.” My panties were now dripping and I was doing everything I could to not rub my thighs together to release the ache. The fucking prick’s words had made a bee line straight to my cooch. Every word, demanding, condescending or not had me excited. I wasn’t sure if I should poke the bear or walk away.