PART TWO f – The Townhouse

  "Hmm. Not one of those naughty stories, sorry."

  "Tell me. You have a fantasy. Let me see if I can live up to it. You sure lived up to mine. I get… bored, millionaire pyboy sex. For free, constantly. It would be the very least I could do for you. If I can. Come on. Tell the story."

  "Okay. I got the shit kicked out of me all game. Kinda my job. House is empty, blessing there. The zy whores are out celebrating. House is quiet. You? Get my gear out and carry it all in for me. Help me out of the car. Get me in the house. Get me up the steps."

  "And…"

  "I'm sure I look sexy. I'm filthy. Pretty sure I smell like a farm animal. Covered in mud, dirt, blood. I'm all scratched up. Bruised. Legs all tore up. That's a normal game."

  "I'm getting a stiff one already."

  "Uh huh. You sit me down. You go down, and… get my soccer spikes off, my socks off. Undress me, you do it for me. I'm beat up to hell. You go and run the tub up. Too hot to touch. For ter. You get the shower going. I wait. You get the towels, washrags… everything. Then, you take me and put me in that shower. I don't have to do a thing. You rinse me. Soap me up. Scrub me, loofah sponge me. Moisturize me. Wash and rinse my hair, moisturize it. Brush my oiled up hair back. Then? Help me into that whirlpool. After you check it, its just right. I y there, you get the jets going."

  "Go on."

  "That… foot rub and leg rub you do in the tub? Its… fun for naughty time. But… after a game? Oh god. Then the shoulder rub, the neck rub. Ooh. When you finally brush my hair back that st time, and I know I'm about to get dried off? Oh god. Like in the shower. I don't have to do anything. I lift one foot up, then the other… then I just stand there, while you dry me off. Then comes Boo Boo's big moment."

  "Here we go. The good stuff."

  "You take me, and put me in the bed. The body rub, the front. Aah. Then the all over body massage, emphasis on the legs and back. Then? I fall asleep, and you let me sleep. If I have the next day off, like most home games are. God… if I woke up to breakfast in bed? More heaven. I'm so sore the next day, you can't imagine. If… not for naughty fun, mind you. If… all I had to do, to get up and moving around. You were to… dress me. Put me on the couch. God forbid, bring me a cold drink or a snack. There. That's my… fantasy."

  "Wow. Now that's hot."

  I smiled.

  "I know, right? If that happened for every weekend home game. Which there are a lot of. You, would have so many built up boyfriend brownie points? You could not believe. Mommy, would be so eager to please you? Do absolutely anything for you… you would not believe. That's my, what, ultimate fantasy running through my head? When you do those things for me, and not because its naughty fun time. Rich women, you see them on TV, getting their expensive day spa treatment? That, is how you make me feel when you do those things. I've never even heard of any other girl like me, getting that."

  "Hmm. Would you brag?"

  "Not like you think. Other women? My man knows what I like, he knows what to do when I come home, he knows better. Not like that at all. Bragging, I mean… a really id back, big smile on my face, don't you wish you had this, keep dating losers and wondering why you don't get that. Go on, retards. Keep fucking those worthless losers that give you bad boy tingles. Keep making fun of a guy for being nice. And? You'll never get what I enjoy."

  "You really want that."

  "Want? We're talking fantasy level here."

  "I think your fantasy, is very doable. Anything else, and little things you could throw in there that you want?"

  "Oh, hell. When you're done with the rubdown and body massage? If you were to… go drop the towels and washrags in the washer, throw my game clothes you undressed me out of in there, run the washer. Remember to throw them in the dryer, before coming to bed? Your brownie points would go through the roof. If you wiped my gear off and put it back in my bags, threw my practice outfits in the washer and dryer after practices, they ended up back in my bags? Oh god. I'll cook you food, cut it up for you, and put it into your mouth for you, and the girls can giggle all they want. You'll want for nothing."

  "Those three, they really get carried off the field, pictures taken, scoring titles, interviews?"

  "Yeah. They basically major in basket weaving, with a dual minor in partying and trying to get id."

  "You, they can't do that, if you don't do your job. Get the shit kicked out of you, so they can get the spotlight."

  "Yeah. You're catching on."

  "This routine doesn't get to you? Wear you down."

  I sighed. I smiled, and it was a little thin smile, but still it qualified as one.

  "We need to win games. Period. Nothing else matters. How are games won? That ball, ends up in that other teams net. It doesn't end up, in our net. We score one or more points over the other team? That's a win. Nothing else matters, simple fact of life. Now, if we win enough games… we go to the pyoffs. We win there, we get into the championship finals. If we can win that one year? That's… our super bowl, basically. This, is all that matters."

  "I just heard, its not so simple."

  "All the recruiting. All the training. All the support. All the gear. All those practices. All that work. If those three, put that ball in the other teams net one time more than they do it to us? That, is all that matters in the end. Now. What gets us there? That's the coach's headache. When a successful coach at a big university like this, asks for your help? Its an honor. I'm willing to do it. Yeah, the coach wants to take me out to lunch. Talk about what he wants to do about this and that. Stuff off the field, as well as on the field."

  "Coach's pet."

  "Call it what you want. He says I'm the only other adult he has, except for his assistant coach and the other assistants. And no, its girls soccer. Its not boys football. So… he doesn't get what they get, in the way of support. Yeah, he has me over for dinner with his family, and after dinner? We don't watch TV. He wants to know what's going on, off the field. Any girls becoming full on drunks? Doing cocaine? Running around gonna get arrested? He can't be in the locker room and the showers. Any older girls putting the moves on new girls in the shower? Beating up the new girls, excluding them. He needs to know. I'm it. All he has."

  "And sport-fucking."

  "Yeah. Gotta love the goddamn internet. Instead of putting a tampon in the girl's beer bottle, ha ha. Picking on her, you won't do shit, ha ha. Whoever invented it? I'd like to strangle them. One girl did it, then made fun of the girl she did it to. Ha ha. Last weekend? I fucked your guy. I can prove it. Look in your sock drawer, left you a nice little note to prove it. Tee hee! She don't even like the guy, its a tampon in the beer bottle. Then? Some girl did it to another girl, hey, that's a fun game, me too. What you saw me do downstairs? Yeah. I'll put a stop to it. And if an older girl, does it to a young girl, just to do it and ugh? Yeah, I'll punch the girl that did it, right in the mouth for her."

  "You're the adult."

  "Yeah. I'm the big sister. The one that takes on responsibility, and doesn't just grab for the goodies because she can. Those three? Wanna go to parties and have fun. Me? I'm not majoring in basket weaving. And I have more to do, than they do. The adult. While they're out having fun, and hanging out… I come home to an empty townhouse. Study and do my schoolwork. When I come home, and you're here? Reading. On the computer. Wow. When I look over, and you're at your desk, and I'm at mine? Again. Wow. Then, you make me feel like a 9 instead of a 5? Holy shit. You seem like you really get off, pying my little game in bed? Good god. I finally found the adult boyfriend I want and need, and you're a… yin to my yang. You make me very, very happy."

  "I'm going to blush."

  "Just let me see, I love it. You've been here long enough now. Did you enjoy your, three days parking in the rear, because the main parking garage was closed for cleaning."

  "Oh god. I'm looking down at you, you're just…"

  "I know. Begging, pleading, squealing. And you're… very sweet about it. I'm getting to… like it. Couple weeks from your next one. I meant it, anything you want. You make me happy. Do I py games with you, outside of the bedroom? Like all the other girls do?"

  "No. I love it."

  "Good. Am I a star, like those three? Nope. I know it. Look where I am though. Big university. Getting a real degree. Coach already started recruiting me to stay for my masters. Wants me to be co captain my junior or senior year. Has to let prima donna stars have it till then, but after that… definitely as a senior. If I stay for my masters, I'll probably be captain. Its a secret, don't tell the girls. If you wanna get your masters here too? Look around you. Do you like the deal?"

  "Yeah. For me? Kind of a dream come true."

  "How's it compare to where you used to live."

  "Oh. Light years ahead."

  "I know. We live where only the rich kids live. Do you… enjoy your leg show you seem to get every day, around the townhouse?"

  "Now, this sounds like a perfect trap, to get me in some serious trouble, right there."

  "Hmm. Its fine. The other girls admitted. You don't stare. You don't make them feel uncomfortable. Make jokes. Find little excuses to rub against us squeezing past us."

  "Is that what most guys do, when they stay here?"

  "Oh yeah. In fact. One of the girls, was so starved of asshole attention, like she's used to getting. She started acting up, to try to get to be the attention whore she's used to being. Guess which one?"

  "I could never guess."

  "I know. And remember? I get to watch. When its time. I want my… little show."

  "Aw. You want your little groupie to perform for you. How sweet."

  "Hmm. You like it. A few more weeks, another couple months. The girls, and the team. Are going to figure out, that you're no groupie. You're not my fvor of the week, fvor of the month. You're just… mine. Do you feel like… you're my sve? My servant. My maid. I don't think of you like that."

  "Well, in the bedroom… I like being your little groupie. And getting used like one."

  "I know, I know. Besides that."

  "No. Couple minutes a day, and… look what I get."

  "Yeah. Luxury accommodations. In college, no less. When even kids with money, are lucky to live in a cheese box. So, its not so bad, then. You… could be taken for happy."

  "Happy? I'm doing my happy dance. I kinda can't wait for school to start. Am I allowed to have one or two of my friends over, to watch a movie?"

  "Oh. I forgot about that. Your… computer friends? Sure."

  "I'm gonna become a legend, in the computer bs."

  "Its fine. Those three? Have their friends over. Evenings, weekends. Such as they are, I might add. And don't worry. Them and their… whatever they bring around. They won't be picking on your friends and making them leave. I put up with their choice of companions, I'll make sure they put up with yours. I'm kinda curious. What are you and your… computer buddies going to do, if they come over."

  "Oh. We raise hell, you just wait."

  "Such as…"

  "Everyone brings their ptop. We all py in the same games. Gaming nights are a big thing."

  I smiled.

  "Sounds like more my speed, than what those three want. They just want a frat party every weekend. You? Will get even more brownie points, that you can trade in on… anything you want."

  "Well, I won't let it interfere, with my… after game care duties."

  "Hmm. If you give me my… after game care, then put me to bed? You have my blessing to py internet games all night and all weekend. The girls, wanted me to ask you about something."

  "What?"

  "Well. Apparently, they've noticed you hanging out at the gym a lot. Like you do."

  "Kinda my thing. What?"

  "Apparently, a few of the guys they see you with? Curiosity, if you know what I mean."

  "Oh. I'm not fucking those guys. We just hang out at the gym. They're open season. Tell the girls thanks for asking my permission."

  "Hmm. Funny. Uh, apparently you hang out at the gym with…"

  "Guys. At the gym. Yeah, they go there to work out."

  "Uh, they want to know, how big a deal it would be, for you to get a couple of them over for a BBQ. Like that."

  "Oh. Eye candy. They want one or two ripped guys, one or two guys all jacked up. Right?"

  "Uh… yeah."

  "Even my weight room buddies. Not sure they'll like them. Way too nice. They'll hate them."

  "If you thought we could try it. Its what they want. Not me. I have my own."

  "Why didn't they just ask me?"

  "They blew you off. The one you saw me tune up tonight? Has been making too many smart ass jokes you're nice enough to ignore. They know they're defined by that company they're keeping. They now feel like they can't ask you for a favor like that."

  "Actually? Turning down the groupie trying to date them, that's fine. Those other two? Haven't been giving me the raspberries. They're just quiet about the whole situation the way it is now. The one you tuned up? She's the only one I don't really like."

  "So, it's a possibility?"

  "It could be. If you, the townhouse den mother of course, were to authorize me bringing in some fresh meat. Sure."

  "Hmm. What about… them going shopping?"

  "Shopping? Am I taking them to buy tampons?"

  "Shopping. Man shopping. The weight room? Is like a trip to the shoe store, for a girl. Its the meat market."

  "Oh. I'll see what I can do. If they stop in, and look around. They'll see which one's I'm buddies with. Might be able to manage a meat order like that."

  "Oh. Your stock quote? Is about to take a jump shortly with the girls. I can tell."

  "I'll see what can be arranged. Its summer. Now, the two of them? Sure. That third one… I'm not filling any orders for her. In fact, I might even warn them, that there's used condoms ying around in her room, like some kind of wacko. If one of the guys wants to give her a pity fuck, whatever. The other two? I'll see what I can do for them."

  "Hmm. That's fine. The third one, as you refer to her. She'll no doubt be getting drunk, and forgetting to put her pants on. Putting her little show on."

  He sighed.

  "Yeah. Like I said, I'll warn them, how pathetic that whole shit show really is. If they're that bored and desperate, that's on them."

  "Big difference, isn't it?"

  "What."

  "The girls. They went from turning down you so much as walking them to css, now they're embarrassed and don't know how to ask you that they want you to bring them a meat show. Not to mention, you did ask number three out, but… now that you meet her…"

  He made a gagging sound and face.

  "Urp."

  I smiled.

  "Told you. Its all only going to get better. Wait till school starts."

  "Why."

  "When you first got here. What was it like? Be honest."

  "The two of them, more or less ignored me. Which is fine. Number three… if you aren't in the room…"

  "I know. I tuned up her mouth tonight, as well as her little show. What I'm getting at, is… no one's allowed to kick my dirt bike over."

  "Yes. I noticed. Your pet groupie? Gets talked nice to, when you're around. Then, it ends up that way even when you're not around. Except for number three…"

  "Of course. Everything? Is except for number three. That's normal, dear."

  "So what happens when school's back in?"

  "I was hoping you might wanna come see me practice. Come to home games, see me py. You… naturally get a special pass, like the team gets. We each get one to give out. That one's yours. Sit down on the field. All access where regur people can't go. Free concession stand orders. You know, the works, the perks."

  "Of course I wanna watch you practice and py. Just like any good groupie, while they're still the fvor of the week."

  "Funny. But… I have to make an appearance, if only for a little while… at team functions. Parties. Mixers with the other female teams. You… won't get the same treatment you were getting, dear."

  "Oh, right. See, I almost forgot. How silly of me. People that literally wouldn't piss on me if I was on fire? Aw, they have to smile and talk nice to me now. Wow. That's great. All my dreams are slowly turning true. I always dreamed of having a big circle of fake friends, that had to pretend to like me. Count me in for every single one of those functions. Sign me right up."

  "Hmm. I'm detecting a teeny bit of sarcasm."

  "And you are. I know most people are different. They can't get in, to some… click. Soon as they have the right friend, the right date? Wow, I arrived. I'm in. These people have to accept me now, they have to talk to me. How wonderful. Yeah… that's not me. I don't have a whole lot of use for the whole crowd. Just you. That's it. I like to go and work out. I do my computer things. I have my own life. I don't sit around, wishing I could go to all these pces, and have a way in. I just don't care."

  "Hmm. I guess I could understand that. I have to go to some of these things. I'm tired of going alone, always the girl without a date. Now? Not only do I have a date, I have a guy that's into me. We don't have to stay all night, I never do. A couple hours, tops. Then we can leave."

  "Oh. I could do that."

  "Amen. Am I allowed to go to… a computer get together with you?"

  "Sure. I wasn't going to make you suffer like that, but. You should see a difference."

  "What difference."

  "If you don't do what football pyers do, when they're in computer and math csses? Get frustrated, and make fun of everyone else? Everyone will come up and talk to you. You don't even need me there, to make them be nice to you. Once they see you're not an asshole jock? What kind of ptop do you have. You have a dirt bike? What kind. Where did you ride. Real people. Not… fake people. That you need some special pass, to be allowed to get talked nice to, by the cool kids."

  "Really?"

  "Honey. You ever walk through the computer b? The big one… you see a lot of girls there? Hanging out because they like computers, not for school csses."

  "Not a lot."

  "You would get treated, like a little bit of a celebrity, almost. If you don't make fun of them and ugh at them, and put… tampons in their coffee cups? I'm sure everyone will want to talk to you."

  "I could go with you, when you guys all have one of your… computer game nights?"

  "Sure. You'll be the only girl there. I'm pretty sure, guys will be pushing and shoving, to see who's allowed to get you the next drink or snack."

  "Oh. I thought…"

  "Yeah. You'll, again my best guess, get waited on hand and foot, and all the guys will be taking tickets, to be allowed to sit next to you and talk to you. That's how you get treated, if you try to peek into my world. You don't have to be one of the beautiful people, or one of the popur kids. You don't need a sports car. You'll see that everyone goes out of their way to… be different. Its a computer thing. Guys all dressed alike, girls all dressed alike. Not here. One guy wears a funny hat, another one has a weird jacket he made himself. Looks like a room full of weirdos, to a newcomer, I'm sure. But… you'll see the difference."

  "Oh. And my group…"

  "Yeah. And just because you're my… ticket, the cool kids have to smile and talk to me? That's nice. You want me there? I'm there. I… will smile. Be polite. Laugh at their jokes, but… make no mistake, hun. I'm only there because you want me there. When you want to go? Don't think you're staying to let me have fun or anything."

  "What would I even do, if I went to one of your… computer get together things."

  "Well, like I said. Kind of a celebrity. A real, live girl and all. Lots of little tiny people. You're gonna be surrounded by… you're quite frankly? Going to scare most of the guys. You're a girl, so, I'm sure video games are stupid. I know the routine."

  "Oh. How little you know. Me and the guys I grew up riding dirt bikes with? When it was raining or snowing, the guys went over to each other's houses and garages. I sat around and pyed video games with the boys, hun. Am I great at it? No. No matter how much I practiced, the boys tended to smoke me. I pyed, though. I just didn't win a lot."

  "Oh, shit. You're going to get beled a gamer girl. That's like being called a unicorn. A unicorn, as in… a gamer girl is considered the rarest and coolest thing in the world. Impossible to find. You? Will make me look like a god. If you can move around and py some? Christ. You'll be more popur than me, maybe. Not to mention. Once they see you in your shorts and sports bra you jog in with? Oh good god. All these little guys are going to be coming up and wanting you to make a muscle for them, I guess like you see girls make football pyers flex? That'll be you. They don't mean anything by it. You gotta remember. This is the comic book crowd. You look something like the girl super heroes are drawn like. You look like the girls that fight in the video games they py. I'm gonna be lucky to get invited back, if I don't promise to bring you once in a while for a cameo."

  "Wow. No, you didn't exactly get that reception in my crowd, did you."

  "Not really. The ice thawed slowly. And if you're not around? It grows colder, until you come back."

  "Wow. I'm not sure I'm going to be used to getting treated like that. Like you're describing."

  "Yeah. It'll be real rough on you, I'm sure. Everyone lining up to get to talk to you. Arguing who sits next to you. My crystal ball, says they give you a nickname. My money's on Princess, but, there's a few other ones you might get."

  "Princess?"

  "Old TV show. We all pyed games that had, warriors in them? We all grew up watching movies and shows like that, too. You ever hear of the old show, the big girl was the warrior? It was her show…"

  "Oh! I know the one you mean…"

  "Yeah. Mark my words. Don't get offended."

  "I think I could get used to it. See how it goes. Sounds… almost… I'm not the biggest fan, of the frat parties my girls want to go to, and host at our pce. A couple hours, I wanna go to my room."

  "Yeah. You'll probably get treated, like I said, like a celebrity. You know. A cheer goes up when you show up. Hey! Princess is here! I'm sure you can try to make do, and suffer through it."

  "Wow. I didn't know. The couple of jocks that were around the computer b… they…"

  "I know how they act, in general. Make fun of everyone, push people around. Then? Wonder why no one wants to talk to them, or help them. You think I can't… move, around your circle, if I wanted to? You think I'm not used to hanging out with all big guys, tough guys? You saw my video. You think I can't hold my own if I want to? Yeah. I can tune up a big guy, then everyone gets polite. Its fake. Oh, I can be scary if I feel like it, now people have to be friendly to me. Eh, fuck that puppy shit."

  "How did you ever… who the hell did you program computers in the Air Force with again?"

  "Oh. Not a big surprise that I grew up the… weird genius boy, right?"

  "Hard to believe, I know."

  "Yeah. My sports? I was a track star. The mile run, by the way, at a tiny double A school. That should have been single A, so… we got the shit kicked out of us, every sport. I owned the mile run. I ran long distance. I also pyed soccer. When I was little, then junior high and senior high were the same team."

  "Oh."

  "Yeah. I wasn't any good. My big job? I ran long distance, so… I seemed fast when the other team was worn out. No great skill, no blistering speed. My job was to rotate in and out, at full back and half back, to give the real pyers a time out rest. That's all. A scrub. Big games? I knew I didn't get to py at all. And being a track star? Really carries no… perks to it. Trust me. I might as well have went out for cheer-leading, for all the perks it got me to be good at track. You got picked on for running track at my school."