"I remember Myrtle," Dorothy added.
"Yes. Myrtle was special. One time, I asked her to pick up after herself and she bit me."
"She bit you?"
He nodded. "She did. And I'll never forget the look on her pretty little face when I scooped her up, lifted her skirt, and beat her ass until it was purple. Oh, how she howled and kicked and clawed at me, begging me to stop, but every time I did, she would just go right back to her awful behavior, so I'd do it again. Then finally, one day, she stopped."
Cecil went behind his desk again and rifled through his drawers. "She was still feisty, but now she was well-behaved. Wehad a wonderful relationship after that." He pulled out a small black book and flipped through the pages. "So believe me when I say I know exactly what you're going through."
"What happened to her?" I asked. No one really knew what happened to the Young Ladies after they aged out. Retired Daddies were tasked with training the new DITs. But no one ever saw the Young Ladies again once they’d been impregnated. Cecil pulled out a slip of paper and handed it to me. It was a photo of a beautiful young woman, who looked startlingly familiar.
"She aged out, was taken to the doctors for seed implementation, and nine months later, she became Eleanor’s biological mother."
Chapter 13- Riot
Visit the local watering hole from time to time.
"Jeez, Riot, did you get in a fight with a robot?"
"What?" I wiped my sweaty brow with the back of my sweaty arm. Oil and grime became a second skin to me; I sighed with exhaustion. Cherry stood with her keys in her hand; she had donned a dress and had applied makeup to her face. "What are you all gussied up for?" I sneered.
"Soda and I are heading over to Scissors. They've got a band, with real instruments. You should come. Blossom is gonna be there."
I scrunched up my nose. "Hard pass. Her pussy damn near melted the condom off my cock. I ain't ever touching her again."
"You're disgusting. Well, what about Dash Donner? I know you like him." She raised her eyebrows.
I considered her offer for a moment. I did like Dash Donner. He was a lot of fun. My muscles, however, screamed for a break. I shook my head and relaxed my gait.
"I'm gonna have to pass tonight. I need a shower and sleep."
She frowned, her lower lip jutting out. "Are you sure? You've been working a lot. You deserve a break."
She wasn't wrong. Ever since that night at that damn amusement park, I'd thrown myself at my work. I spent all dayat the junkyard from sundown to sunup, trying to forget what I'd seen and heard.
"I need to shower," I relented. "It's gonna be a while before I can leave."
My little sister's face lit up. "But you'll still come? If I go on without you, you'll still come?"
"Sure. I'll ride over to Scissors for a bit."
"Promise?" She walked across the room and paused in front of me. "I worry about you, Riot."
"Why?" I snickered. "That's my job. Don't worry about me, kiddo."
"Kiddo? Ha!" She shook her head. "You're funny. Don't forget that you're young too. You deserve to have fun just as much as I do."
"If I have fun like you do, we won't have a roof over our heads. Go over to the bar, I'll be there after I get all this grease off me." I left her in the front room to go take a shower. Our house was one of the few places in Heathen Heights with working plumbing. It wasn't always like this, but Dad and Granddad worked hard to get it up and running. They dug their own well and rigged the pipes to it. I was grateful each and every day that I wasn't stuck sleeping in my own filth because I didn't have a place to bathe.
Water was one hell of a resource to come by, and I didn't take it for granted. We’d had to fight with our guns and fists plenty of times to keep this place from bandits and others who saw what we had and wanted it for our own. But I’d yet to be beaten. They’d have to pry Heathen Heights from my cold dead body to take it.
Once I heard the front door close; I slid my greasy clothes off and stepped into the freezing cold water. I shivered but quickly adjusted, before reaching for the soap Cherry made.
She was right, I decided as I scrubbed my skin and hair. I was overworking myself to the point of exhaustion. I was pushing my body too far. My muscles screamed for me to give them a break.
The money has been nice though. It would allow me to have a good time tonight. My thoughts drifted to Dash, and the last time he'd come home with me.
My cock stirred, coming to life as I pictured him bent over my bed, his ass in the air, begging for me to fuck him. He was so fucking tight and hot. I reached for my length and stroked it slowly. I closed my eyes and lost myself in the memory.
