Dixie sat on the couch, lap top in hand while Marcus was in the kitchen making dinner. She filled out four online applications all four required at least a year's experience in nursing. But unfortunately she'd just graduated from nursing school two weeks ago. How was she supposed to get experience when no one would give her a chance?
Marcus fixed her a plate of Spam, Mac and cheese and green beans and brought it to her. "Thank you sweetie." Dixie smiled and closed her laptop.
"Any luck?" he asked.
She shook her head but told him about the four applications that she'd just posted.
He sank back in his recliner and rubbed his eyes and sighed heavily, shaking his head, "I just don't know what we're going to do, Dixie?"
"Maybe you should go ask for your old job back sweetheart. I'm sure daddy will take you back."
Marcus looked at her and shook his head, "No way!" he snapped. "I'd rather starve!"
"And I guess you would have me starve as well, all to satisfy your pride?" she asked calmly.
He gave her a stern look, "I didn't say that Dixie. I'll find something but I'm not crawling back to your asshole daddy! Not after..." Marcus stopped and shook his head and stood up and smacked his fist in his hand.
Dixie frowned and nodded, "It's okay sweetie.
"No your stepfather is a racist bigot and he's never going to like me!!"
Dixie brushed back her long blond hair and looked up at him with tearful blue eyes, "I'm sorry, Marcus." Her stepfather Ross wasn't really a bigot he just didn't like the fact that Marcus had spent time in prison for peddling smack on the street, and pimping ho's as he called them. Her poor husband couldn't find a job as an accountant anywhere but in her daddy's firm because of his record. She had begged her stepfather Ross to hire him and reluctantly agreed, but only after she'd jerked him off in his office. Their relationship was complicated at best.
"Are you sorry that you fell in love with me, Dixie?"
"No that's not what I meant at all, honey and you know it! So stop that right now and get off the pity train will yeah!"
Suddenly Alexa started crying, "See there we woke up the baby." she frowned and stood up from the couch, then she looked at him. "Look Marcus, were broke and we are already a month behind on the rent and the light bill is due. Need I say more?"
He looked at her and nodded solemnly, "No you have said enough already and I know what I gotta do." He stood up and walked out the front door.
Dixie sighed and walked to the little bedroom they had set up as a nursery for their baby daughter Alexa. It was also the coolest room in this hot trailer they were forced to live in.
Dixie smiled down at her six month old infant daughter and smiled. Alexa was so cute. She reached down and picked her up from the crib and cradled her gently and then sat down in the nursing rocker. Dixie opened her robe and placed the infant to her right breast and she immediately latched onto her pink puffy nipple. "I love you sweetie and everything will be okay. Daddy will take care of everything, just you wait and see." Dixie said, but she said it for her own benefit. She knew Marcus would come through for them and he would ask Ross for his old job back, which meant she was going to have to do something for her stepfather again. She shuddered at the thought. The man was a pig and she found out how much of a swine he was the night of her eighteenth birthday. She'll never forget waking up to see him standing by her bed absolutely naked. Gross! He'd exposed himself to her while her mother was asleep in the next room! He made her touch him and stroke his four inch cock until he came in her hand. She could have called her mother for help but she was interested in his body. She'd never seen a naked man before and it stirred something inside her. A curiosity if you will.
Then she met Marcus one night at a bonfire and he had coaxed her into sucking his cock, and geez his cock was huge. She'd been so scared the night she finally took him inside her. She had been high on pot and it seemed like a good idea at the time but when he put that big thing inside her she thought it was going to split her wide open. But then as he fucked her, her tight little pussy stretched and it began to feel like the most wonderful thing in the world. It had been a bad idea fucking without a condom. Because he filled her pussy so absolutely full of his baby making sperm and nine months later Alexa was born. She wouldn't trade the event that created her baby daughter for nothing in this world. It had been the right, bad decision you might say.
Alexa finally fell asleep again and she changed her and put her back down.
Marcus had walked from the trailer park and made his way down to the offices of McCoy and Davidson accounting services. He felt his guts churn as he walked through the front door. Becky McCoy sat behind the reception podium, she was his mother- in- law and a thirty eight year old version of his wife.
Becky smiled at him and stood up and hurried around the desk to hugged him. Gosh he liked it when she hugged him. Her tits were still so firm. Her ass was a little big but he also liked that about her too. More cushion for the pushing he thought and Ross probably pushed the living fuck out of it. He let his hand slide to the small of her back right up to the very tops of her plump ass. Becky didn't pull away she allowed him to hold her a moment longer, "Oh it's so good to see you my boy!"
He didn't like being called a boy but he would accept it from his mother in law, because she was so...fucking hot. He also didn't mind the rebel flag that she had tattooed at the small of her back either. He'd seen it the first time she'd worn a bikini around him. The bikini had been one of those Euro numbers, three red triangles and
and some dental floss and it showed the flag nicely.
Becky had been embarrassed by it at first and she thought he was offended by it because he was always looking at it. In truth he didn't give a damn about the flag or it's meaning, he was looking at her plump dimply ass.
"It's good to see you too, mom." he said and leaned in and kissed her cheek allowing his goat tee to brush her neck. He felt her shudder and he smiled, she always did that. He finally released her or she would have probably let him hold her all day. "Is Dad around?" He hated calling Ross his dad but it made Becky happy when he did.
"Yes, honey he's in his office, but he is with a client at the moment." she frowned.
Marcus nodded, "Okay, I guess I'll come back some other time."
"No don't go sweetie, please." Becky begged taking his arm. "Would you like some coffee I can brew you a cup in the Keurig, I still have your favorite, Jamaican Brew..and I'll put some rum in it." She said and reached beneath her desk and pulled out a bottle of Bhakta. It was some very expensive Jamaican Rum. Five hundred for a bottle. And judging by the half empty amber liquid it looked as if Becky enjoyed it too. She was always a drinker in fact he could smell the rum on her breath when she spoke to him.
"I haven't had any in a while." Marcus smiled feeling his mouth start to water.
Becky giggled and took his hand, "Ross will be a while darling, trust me. And I really want you to talk to him about giving you back your job."
"Gee that's funny because Dixie told me the same thing. Did she call you?"
"No she did not. So I guess you can chalk it up as coincidence darling."
Becky slowly led him to the tiny break room at the back of the office. She was dressed in a tight white blouse and an equally tight black office skirt that rose above the knees. She also wore black three inch heels and pantyhose to match her skirt as well. Tight attire was the rule of the day and that had been Ross's rule and Tate Davidson's as well. The receptionist was always the first person you see when you walk through the door and it was all about first impressions. To Marcus she looked like a high priced call girl and she smelled like one too with that expensive rose perfume she always wears. He had to be careful he didn't want to get a boner in the gym pants he was wearing.
She shut the door to the break room and set the latch for privacy. She always did that so it was nothing new. She didn't want anyone walking in on them while they were having a nip. Marcus watched Becky intently as she set up the coffee maker and placed a cup beneath it. He knew that Becky knew that he was watching her.
"It's not showing is it?" She asked as she reached up in the cabinet and took down the whiskey glass she had stored up there.
"Are you talking about the flag or the glass."
"I guess both." she giggled.
Marcus didn't answer her.
"I'm so glad you're coming back to us Marcus." she said placing a few cubes of ice in the glass and then filling the glass full of the expensive rum."
"I'm not back yet. Ross still has to accept me and not to mention Tate."
"Hog wash! Ross is in dire need of an assistant, darling. He has been coming home late every night. And yesterday morning he didn't come home at all. I found him asleep at his desk. He needs you darling, And as for Tate, you let me worry about him." she winked.
Marcus smiled and Becky blushed. She knew how to deal with Tate Davidson. Since she was fucking him she could get him to do about anything she wanted. Old Tate bangs fuck out of Becky when Ross is on his lunch breaks.
"Tate is a lucky bastard." Marcus smiled devilishly.
