Overlooked(2)(59)

“Why don’t you give me one of your dealerships?” I say this a lot.

“Because you’re better as an office manager.”

“Why? So you can keep an eye on me there?” It’s really because he doesn’t think women can sell.

“Emily,” my mother says, smoothing my hair, “Don’t get so upset, your father and I care about you very much.”

“If you cared about me so much, you’d let me grow up and live my own life.”

My father rolled his eyes, opened the front door and walked through it, as he said “Just don’t do anything stupid.”

After putting up with it all the way through high school, I’ve finally had enough of them holding me responsible for my father’s reputation. Right now, I’d really like to do something to ‘hurt his reputation’.

“You ladies still waiting?” the hot carny from before says, snapping me out of my thoughts.

Turning my head, I see the two guys returning to the Ferris wheel.

“Looks like,” I say.

He stops walking and offers me his hand.

“Come with me,” he says.

I look at Courtney and Maddie, and they raise their eyebrows and shrug.

“You going to throw your weight around and get us all out of the line?” I ask.

“For you, it’ll be VIP treatment all night long,” he says, flashing his killer smile.

I bite my lip, wondering what to do. Then my father’s voice, harping on about his reputation pops into my head, and I take the offered hand.

He leads the three of us past the line and straight onto the waiting car. It’s one of those ones that seats four, with the moulded plastic to look like an umbrella sticking up the center of it.

“Hey, no butting!” someone shouts.

Courtney and Maddie climb into one side of the Ferris wheel car, and I take a seat on the other side, looking back at them.

“Enjoy the ride,” the guy says, latching the door shut. He looks at me as he says it, and once again I feel flattered for being singled out. I immediately chastise myself for being flattered, it’s just a ploy, he does it in every town.

The wheel moves, stopping quickly again to load the next passengers. Courtney and Maddie chat animatedly, but I find myself unable to join in. I’m too busy thinking about what my father will say when he finds out his daughter let a carny take her hand and jump to the front of the line in front of everyone.

He’s going to freak when he finds out, and he will, this is a small town. He probably already knows.

When we get near the top, the wheel stops to load more passengers.

“Look, Emily, I can see your house,” Maddie says, pointing.

I move to turn my head to look for my house, when shouting and squealing floats up to me from below.

My attention is drawn to the ground but a movement on the wheel itself catches my eye. The next thing I know, the blue-eyed guy appears and hops into our car.

“Is this seat taken?” he says, sitting in the empty seat beside me.





Caught in a Mosh (Steel)

The look on their faces when I jumped into their car at the top of the wheel was priceless. Their chins hit their knees before they started giggling.

Goldilocks especially.

I found my blonde. Goldilocks is the girl I’m banging in this town. She’s tall, with legs a mile long. Her tits are small, but she’s slim all over so she looks mighty fine. Her long blonde hair is dead straight with bangs that reach her icy blue eyes.

“How are you ladies enjoying the show?” I ask.

“We just got here,” the redhead says.

Then the ride starts, giving me about three minutes to make my move.

“That’s cool, plenty of time to have fun,” I say.

“How did you get here?” Goldilocks asks. Her voice is as enticing as her tits, and I can’t wait to hear her screaming when I pound into her.

“I drove.”

She laughs and throws her head back, exposing her long neck.

“Not to town, into where you’re sitting,” she says.

“How do you think?”

“He climbed, obviously” the brunette says, snarling.

I give her cut-eye.

“You smell like diesel,” she says, returning my cut-eye.

“I smell like a man.”

The redhead bursts out laughing.

“What, you don’t believe me? What do you think, Goldilocks? Do I smell like a man?” I say, putting my forearm to her nose.

She inhales, and her eyelids flutter. That’s all the answer I need right there.

“Don’t keep us hanging, Emily. Does he smell like a man?” the brunette asks, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

“Emily, eh? I think I prefer Goldie,” I say. I want to touch her hair, but hold off. I know how to play these situations, this one’s going to take some work. But it’s going to be worth it, I can tell already she’s a good girl. The kind I like best. Nothing makes for a good fuck like a girl who’s been sexually repressed her whole life. They’re always the ones who can never get enough.