Page 27 of Snowballing

“I was just surprised is all, Trey-” he finally let go, “that your Pokemon friend turned out to be the guy Nancy wanted us to meet.”

“Well, I like him, and Nancy likes him, so it looks like it’s just you we need to convince, Dad. Come on.” He grabbed my hand and pulled me towards the restaurants. “Dad said we were having lunch together.”

I went along, helpless to resist. The kid was sweet, though Eli was quiet and I couldn’t tell if it was good for me or bad. Would he even want me to watch his kid? Did he see me as some sort of sleazy prostitute?

“Is that your buddy? The salamander?”

“Oh my god, Dad. It’s Charmander, and no, that’s not my buddy. My buddy is Rhyhorn because rhinos are the best.”

I smiled. I couldn’t help it. Their relationship was adorable, almost like they were brothers. Trey was so outgoing, completely unlike anything Nancy, and then Eli, had described.

“He does this all the time. He tries to talk Pokemon and it doesn’t work,” Trey told me in an aside that his dad could hear perfectly.

“I’m right here, son.”

“But at least he tries, I guess. That’s what counts, right?”

“Wow. Ignore me, Trey, that’s great.”

I laughed. Loudly.

“And I see you’re taking his side,” Eli said to me.

“I just met you guys and I’m entertained, that’s all.” I held out my hands in mock surrender.

“Can he come over tomorrow and play video games, Dad? He said he plays video games.”

“Well, I- I mean…that’s fine. I don’t know what Gareth’s plans are.”

“No plans.” I met his hazel eyes with mine.

He seemed nervous. I knew he was likely too respectable a man and a father to take advantage of his son’s manny. I mean, I was about to be employed by the guy, so I should try to be professional too. But I still couldn’t get the night in the hotel suite out of my head. Especially when he scooped my cum off my stomach and fed it to me.

Hell. Totally a proper food court thought.

I wouldn’t be standing up for a while if I could help it, and I’d need to buy some new clothes. Loose pants would become my friends at the Giordano household.

At least it wasn’t summer. No chance of seeing Eli in the pool.

* * *

“What are you getting all gussied up for?” Jack asked.

“I am not getting gussied up.” I went back to the mirror, again, to check my hair one more time.

“Meeting a client?”

Jack knew what I did. Well, I’m not sure he knew about the camera stuff, but he knew the rest of it.

“Potential new manny job,” I said matter-of-factly.

“Then why are you wearing your tight ‘fuck me’ jeans?”

“Because maybe I want the dad to fuck me?” I said over my shoulder as I walked into my bedroom. Jack followed.

“That’s a change. No disappointed, lonely woman pining after you while you ignore her advances.”

“They’re not all like that.”