Daddy, why are they putting dirt on mommy isn't she going to get dirty?" I asked looking up at daddy as I sat on his lap as we sat outside. "Is she going to wake up from her nap now? I want her to sing me to sleep again while rubbing my hair."
Daddy doesn't say anything to me but he hugs me close and puts his scratchy face on my neck. "Daddy are you okay? I feel something wet on my cheek." I say trying to clean my face. He pulls away with one hand covering his face and the other is waving and I see a big man coming to us.
The man picks me up carrying me away from daddy who fell off the chair and other mans are getting in the way so I can't see him, "Hey buddy, look at me over here....um why don't you tell me how old you are." I looked down at my hands picking up one hand and one finger then he began asking me more questions about me but then I got sleepy so I closed my eyes for nappy time then I felt something soft so I opened my eyes a little.
I somehow teleported to my room and into my soft cozy purple bed. "Hey Skylar, I'm not going to be here but your dad will come back soon just go to sleep for now okay?" I heard the man ask and I just nodded my head cuddling up with my stuffed bunny mommy gave me. The last thing I heard from the man was, "You look just like your mother."
My eyes open to the sound of my alarm clock playing "Into the Ocean" by Blue October on the radio station the lyrics slowly popping into my mind as I try to wake up but end up closing my eyes again singing to the song till it finishes. I then get up to do my bathroom business and shower before heading to the kitchen to make myself breakfast and prepare my lunch
I wrapped a lunch plate with foil paper then put it in the microwave for my dad to eat later knowing he wouldn't be up till it was late afternoon. I went to put on some blue jeans shorts and a grey V-neck shirt along with my favorite black bobs with that cushion inside it. I walked by the living room grabbing my black backpack and saw my dad passed out on the couch surrounded by beer cans and gambling papers.
As always, I put a blanket on him so he doesn't get cold then I kiss his forehead goodbye and grab the keys to my motorcycle. Before getting on I put my long blonde hair in a braid so that it wouldn't get as messy when I got to school. The drive to school takes me exactly twenty-seven minutes and fifty-two seconds but that is only with good traffic. The school I go to is private and it has all grade levels there, since people have to pay for this school, and I can luckily afford it with the money left over that my dad doesn't spend or money I've hidden away from him.
I parked my Rough Crafts Harley Davidson Sportster where other students also rode a bike to school. I loved my bike. It's one of my favorite possessions that I was able to get myself for my fifteenth birthday last year while my lovely father went out and partied all day. The bike was all black with a few parts that are grey charcoal and the leather seating was made to be so comfortable to sit on for hours, I even had them put some diamonds around the edges of the seat and on the ends of the handles.
While still sitting on my bike I took off my helmet stuffing it carefully in my backpack so its glossiness wouldn't scratch and let my hair loose from the braid falling down to the seat. I tilted my head up so that I faced the sky then closed my eyes breathing in the smell of nature mixed with coffee. I hesitantly got off brushing my fingers through my hair feeling the ends hit my butt as I walked inside the building heading to my locker.
In the hallway, there were cheerleaders and jocks yelling around for people to join their early cheerfulness for tomorrow's game, "Ugh it smells like teen spirit in here. Don't they know it's too damn early to be happy?"
My locker has baby blue sticker letters that spelled out my name and on the inside, it had LED lights that changed colors once I open the door. I put my helmet inside and took out some books I'll need for later then I looked into the mirror I had glued to the door and checked to see if my hair looked fine while putting on some strawberry chapstick. "When are you going to kiss me with those delicious lips of yours sky," the annoyingly familiar voice said behind me while groping my butt.
I rolled my eyes smacking his hand away and closing my locker then turning around to face Ryan Powell whose leaning on the locker next to mine smirking and eyeing lustfully at me. I sigh, "Don't you think it's a bit too early to be bothering me, Ryan? Plus, I keep telling you to keep your hands to yourself yet you keep touching me why?" He stands up straight putting his left hand on my hip and his other arm on my locker blocking my other side while leaning on me with his head buried in my neck.
Ryan Powell is your everyday football quarterback who's a dick thinking he owns the place and everyone in it no matter where. Ever since middle school, he has been pursuing me and every time I turned him down because looks do not compensate for personality is my thinking. Ryan is 5'9 and has dark brown hair along with hazel eyes, he has a muscular build and a six-pack that I was forced to see at one point.
He is everything a girl would dream of their prince charming to look like and sadly he is into me. I'm a guy who has a woman's figure thanks to me being a submissive, during the baby boomer years, some babies were suddenly born with either the mark of a S or a D somewhere on their body, mine is on my waist, for Submissive and Dominant. All Submissive men and women had a 100% chance of pregnancy from a Dominant and only a 50% from a regular person. Recently in the years there has been a decrease in Subs and Doms I believe there is only 30% left in the world and it just so happens Ryan is a Dom after me a Sub.
I felt him rubbing my butt again and gently kissing my neck bringing my attention back to what's going on. He brought his lips to my ear and whispered, "Let me mark you already so I can f**k you till you can't stand and make the most beautiful children in the world." I whimpered a little as he began to nibble on my ears but as soon as I felt his hand slide into my shorts I shook my head no and tried to push him away but couldn't.
Thankfully someone grabbed me by the wrist and pulled me towards their muscular chest. I looked up to see that someone is my best friend, who I've known since we were eight, Daniel Gonzales or Danny for short.
Danny has always protected me ever since we were little, he is about the same height and build as Ryan but Danny's looks are perfect with his personality and any person would be lucky to have him as theirs. Unlike me and Ryan, Danny was born normal but that doesn't stop him from standing up for me against Ryan even when he uses his dominant voice to command him.
Danny has milk chocolate hair and kind of greyish eyes that if you stared into enough you could get lost in them. "Don't you have somewhere to be Powell? I thought I told you before to leave Skylar alone, didn't I?" he asked with his arm around my shoulder bringing me closer to his chest. Ryan looked irritated that Danny had cockblocked him from me again but I on the other hand I am relieved he came to save me again.
I don't always rely on him to save me. I just sometimes can't deny the authority of a Dom all because of what I am. Ryan held out his hand for me to take it but I just looked him straight in the eyes and shook my head no so he sighed putting his hand down. "Skylar, you may say no now but once that heat comes you'll be begging for me to be yours and I'll show you who truly owns you."
I looked down at the floor in shame thinking to myself how nobody else knew except for my father that my heat has already come ever since I was nine. When Ryan left I pulled away from Danny, "Thank you Danny I don't think Ryan would have stopped even if I had asked him to.
I don't think I would survive the embarrassment of being taken right here in the halls in front of everyone, especially the little ones." He chuckled and rubbed the back of his head with a slight blush on his cheeks, "I don't think I could live with myself knowing he had his way with you and I could have prevented it sky"
I smiled and gave him a kiss on the cheek as a reward and we walked to class together discussing our yesterday's activities, about the beginning of our junior year in high school, and our plans for the weekend since it was only Thursday.
It was already going to be almost five by the time I reached home so I pulled up to the back of the worn-down apartments we live at. I got off my bike putting a dirty tarp over it and some busted boxes around it then walked up the rusted iron stairs leading up to the third floor. I got in and put my bag down shouting that I was home so my dad can be aware of my presence only to hear he was taking a shower.
I sighed heading to my room to get the new uniform I had to wear at work in order for me to get more tips so I can afford groceries. My uniform is a long sleeve white button-up shirt and black tie with a black short skirt that I had to wear with black lace thigh high pantyhose and, since I have small feet, shiny black heels.
I went to the mirror putting my hair up in a ponytail leaving some strands free then slipped the pantyhose on and the heels but still wearing my shorts and shirt. After ironing the uniform, I put it on a hanger and proceeded to make dinner for me and dad. I had decided to wear the heels around so my feet can get used to them but damn how the hell can someone walk on these killing machines.
When the chicken was done boiling I then began to cut it up into strips then mixed it in in the alfredo pasta with some broccoli. "Hey, Sky *hiccup* I have a favor to ask *hiccup* my sweet," I hear dad say from the entrance of the kitchen. "I'm not giving you money today dad, maybe I'll give you some tomorrow or Saturday if I have good tips," I tell him, still carefully trying to mix dinner so the broccoli doesn't break.
I heard him grunt and felt him come closer to me till he was right behind me breathing hard and taking another drink from his beer. "Can you just be patient till tomorrow dad? I promise to give you some just wait please," I say calmly.
He puts the beer glass down a little rough on the counter and I hardly feel him behind me in which I sigh in relief. The next thing I know my legs are being pulled apart and I feel his bare hands squeezing my butt from underneath my shorts and in my boxers. A moan escapes my lips and I grip the wooden spoon tighter while my other hand is keeping me up from leaning all the way down to the counter.
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I laid there for a minute trying to send the pain below then slowly got up and walked to my bathroom with my legs shaking with every step. I got into the shower turning the warm water on and began to wash my tainted body while my tears mixed with the shower water. After my shower, I looked into the mirror to see my mother staring right back at me but I was the male tainted version of her.
My height of 5'6, my blonde hair and sky blue eyes matched hers perfectly and my pale healthy skin was also from her and well I'm guessing my body was from her as well. I got dressed in my uniform and quickly ate dinner then rode my bike to work but of course, I left money on the counter for my dad before leaving.
I got to work about eight and was greeted by my boss Angelo, he is the owner of the bar I work at downtown and it's only me and him since he has trust issues. He says he is only twenty-eight but I know for a fact he is forty-two and only says it because he thinks it's funny and wants to be younger. The thing is for his age he still looks good and I remind him every time he makes a joke about his age or when he is in denial about being that old.
"Hello sky, you look so beautiful in the uniform I'm sure people will leave big tips being so lucky to be served by an angel. I'm sorry I can't pay you more when you deserve it," he says lightly kissing my cheek then going back to drying the glasses. I giggle at his statement, "Oh boss I don't think I'm an angel but I do hope this new look will help, and don't worry about it. I love working here with you and seeing the customers."
"Having you around brightens this joint up I couldn't have asked for a better partner to help me run my bar," he says as he unlocks the door and turns the multiple lights on the outside. "And I couldn't have asked for a better good looking boss to work for," I say as I position myself behind the bar ready for late-night drinkers. "Oh Sky, you spoil this old man's heart too much, if only I was younger so you could be my wife," I smile at his statement and proceed to work.
After a couple of hours, I had to get rid of a drunk man who just wouldn't leave but after more than a couple of times of me asking him to leave, he finally did but not before he slapped my butt. I whimpered in pain a little since I was still sore from earlier but kept my professional face on as I escorted him out the door and into a cab. While walking back behind the bar I felt someone staring at me but I just couldn't pinpoint who it was since we had a full night tonight.
For two hours I felt the person staring at me and I just couldn't figure out who, it was becoming a little irritating and a bit uncomfortable. I sighed and let my hair loose since I was getting a headache and after a couple of minutes I bent down to get more glasses from the bottom counters when I felt someone grab my left hand from atop the bar counter. I was a bit surprised and I didn't look up but I felt the person slide a bill in my hand, "Thanks for the drink, angel." I stood up straight to see who the man was but he had already turned away and left the bar.
I looked down at my hand to see he had given me a hundred-dollar bill as a tip, I was shocked and really wished I could have thanked the man. Time went on and it was already closing time which is two in the morning, I excitedly counted three hundred and twenty-two dollars from my tips tonight. Maybe wearing this uniform will be a good thing to wear from now on. Don't you think?