Chapter 11 #3
Victoria simply stood, cleared plates, and helped Erin put the food away.
Aunt Jenny made Victoria a to-go container of leftovers because she said Victoria looked too thin with her boyish, slim hips and small breasts.
Yes, Aunt Jenny had commented on Victoria’s small chest. And then she continued, “There’s nothing we can do about your tall height.
The hair we can fix,” Aunt Jenny said, “but how is a man supposed to be attracted to you if you look like a man yourself?”
Victoria had been in the Army Reserve. She knew how to keep a dispassionate expression in the face of badgering and harassment. But by the end of the visit, Aunt Jenny had given her meanest drill sergeants a run for their money.
And then Aunt Jenny’s final words permeated her brain. “Your mother was right. Your father was a bad influence on you. Taking you to ball games, teaching you the construction trade. It’s no wonder he’s locked up.”
“Mom!” Erin bellowed. “Not cool.” She turned to Victoria and said, “I’ll see you at home,” steered her to her coat, and walked her out.
“I have no words,” Erin said once Victoria was in her truck.
“I’m going to drive around for a while,” Victoria said. “Just a couple of hours. I won’t be too late.”
Erin pressed her lips together and nodded. Victoria drove away once Erin stepped back.
She drove around her old neighborhood. The house where she’d grown up had been sold when her father went to prison.
It looked a bit worse for wear, but it brought back good memories of a happy childhood.
At least she’d always thought she was happy.
Until her mother left, that is. Then she became angry, just angry and sad all the time.
She drove to her old middle school next.
She pulled over next to the playground. Funny how a middle school had swings, monkey bars, and a slide.
She and her friends learned how to drink on that playground.
She tried pot with them, but it left her too paranoid, so she abstained.
They said she wasn’t fun anymore and stopped hanging out with her. Whatever. She didn’t need them.
Victoria’s next stop was her old high school.
“Good old Sewall High,” Victoria said, tipping her imaginary hat at the modern sign at the front gates.
“Go Lions. Go Pride.” The gates were closed and locked, so she simply drove through the neighborhood surrounding the school and finally found the dead-end street she used to park on and make out with girls.
That part of the street had been, and still was, surrounded by trees on three sides, so there was plenty of privacy.
Victoria grinned at the memory of being alone with Eliza Gordon in her car.
Victoria had been a sophomore, Eliza a senior.
Oh, the exhilaration of hearing Eliza cry out in orgasm.
But, oh, the stabbing pain of seeing her on the arm of her football-playing jock boyfriend at school the next day.
There were other girls, of course. Word got around that Victoria could deliver.
Mariela was one of those girls. They became exclusive during the last half of their senior year.
It was an open secret, not that they flaunted it, but it became known to those in the know that Victoria’s services were no longer available.
Once they graduated from high school, Victoria and Mariela were going to spend the entire summer together, camping and maybe planning their lives together.
Well, that was until Victoria got roped into her cousins’ scheme stealing the copper wiring.
They convinced her that she’d have so much money, she could buy that pickup truck she’d been coveting down at Branson’s Auto.
But she never got that truck, did she? And she lost the girl, too, all because she had trusted people she shouldn’t have. Although she tried to keep up a relationship with Mariela, it was doomed because she suddenly had to enlist in the Army on her father’s orders.
She pulled out of her reminiscing and found one of the ubiquitous Indy Coffee Houses in Indiana. It was early evening, and the business was still open.
She went inside, ordered black coffee, and took up residence in a leather chair in a dark corner that fit her mood.
She took a sip. “Not Rikki’s coffee,” she said.
“That’s for sure.” She looked around. The place was small and not that intimate.
A feeling of nostalgia hit her hard. Rikki’s place was infinitely better than this dump.
It was bigger and just felt comfortable or something.
But whatever. She wasn’t there and wasn’t ever going back.
So, instead, she would make the most of her current hideout.
She didn’t want to go back to Erin’s apartment just yet.
Erin would be cool, of course, but it would only remind her what an ass Aunt Jenny had been.
And that ass was Erin’s mother, so she would stay away for a while.
She took another sip of the coffee, decided it wasn’t that bad, and pulled her phone out of her pocket.
Her face lit up when she saw she had a short message from Madison.
And then her whole demeanor softened when she saw the messages from Juicy_Babe.
Her evening had just taken a turn for the better.
little_peanut: Hummingbirds hum because they keep forgetting the words. Ha ha ha.
Victoria couldn’t keep the little hanging, so she kept the conversation going.
Daddy Vic: Hey, Squirt! You got it! How was the wax session? I assume you explored that soft limit of yours. Is it still soft? Or is it now in your “greatest hits” of private time activities?
Daddy Vic: How did the bird count thing go?
I know you loved it. You’re such a bird-brain.
And as far as searching? Well, maybe Kari found herself in a new situation (in Miss Jaleesa’s house as one of several subs), and she’s trying to find where she fits.
Just guessing. Hopefully, things will settle for her soon, and she’ll find her place in life.
Victoria didn’t respond to Madison’s plea to go to the Denton Heights Masquerade Ball in mid-December. That was only a month and a half away, and Victoria didn’t think she’d be ready to visit yet.
She smiled. She missed Madison. The kid was so full of life and fun.
She missed Rowena, too. She missed being part of a community.
And she missed her stuff. She thought about her shit at Rowena’s.
She needed to burn some of it. “Those stupid pictures. I have to burn them. All of them.” She closed her eyes and remembered the way Bernadette had protested when Victoria took several pictures of her open sex.
Bernadette had come by that one last time to break it off with her, but Victoria got the upper hand, abused her power, and had the woman strapped down in minutes.
Victoria had given her a very nice orgasm, too, so when Victoria had gotten out her phone to take pictures of her weeping sex, Bernadette protested.
Victoria hadn’t cared. She wanted it for her collection.
She even made a show of making Bernadette watch while she deleted most of the pictures, keeping only two.
Once unstrapped, Bernadette flew to the front door, put on her clothes, and spoke. Victoria couldn’t remember what it was now, but Bernadette had been one part pissed and one part regretful that they hadn’t worked out.
Afterward, details of their relationship got out, and having the Denton Heights BDSM Women’s Board reprimand Victoria for her actions had been humiliating.
And not only that, they felt they had the power to ban her from all BDSM events and activities for three whole months.
All because they found out that Victoria had required Bernadette to take supplements to force lactation, and because Victoria hadn’t told Bernadette the purpose of the supplements, they hit the roof.
That right there was the part Victoria still didn’t understand about herself.
She had always been so careful with subs, practicing safe sex, walking on the street side, opening doors for them.
She’d gotten intrigued by a lactation video she’d watched on Kinks.
It had consumed her. It was like a drug she just had to try.
And Bernadette was the victim. Rikki said Victoria’s biggest mistake was not getting Bernadette’s consent.
Who knows, Rikki had said, Bernadette may have gone for it.
Rowena had stuck up for her, though. That had been affirming. Well, until more information came to light and then Rowena blasted her with more four-letter words than Victoria had ever heard come out of the woman’s mouth.
Victoria sighed, took a sip of the coffee, and went back to staring at the drab décor.
She stayed strong and faced the music playing in her own head.
Shasti, a doctor, had the supplements analyzed, and despite the reassurances Victoria had gotten from the guy she’d bought them from, they were not “safe.” They were not “fine.” They had all kinds of nasty shit in it that could have caused cognitive, muscular, and nerve damage. Victoria hadn’t known.
“But I should have known,” she said quietly in her corner of the Indy Coffee House. “I should have.”
She and Bernadette had met a couple of times after the dust settled to talk. Victoria had apologized, but she still felt unsettled. She didn’t know how to process what she’d done, and she had no clue whatsoever how to make it right with Bernadette.
She drained her cup and clicked on Juicy_Babe’s messages. Even though she had no right to be happy, interacting with Juicy_Babe in the Sapphic D/s group did just that.