Back to Salome – The Early Years Ch. 03

Author’s Note: This story is a collaboration with my friend Jim (Mojavejoe420). We both contributed equally to its content and we hope you enjoy it.

We’d also like to thank Harvey for his editing expertise.

Tag: Upheaval and a new beginning.

All characters in this story are 18 or older.

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“What the hell were you thinking? How could you have been so stupid?”

In my 18 years I’d never heard my mother swear. Tears were running down her face and I knew how devastating this was for her, for both of my parents. Earlier that evening the DJ had made an announcement about the Rhino’s new advertising campaign, which featured my somewhat-revealing picture on a giant billboard by the freeway. Tony told me before I left work that he’d rented space on 20 billboards and within a week my image would be plastered all around the Dallas-Fort Worth area. Not that it mattered now, but when I tried to protest my boss snidely reminded me that I’d signed his model release form, giving him ownership of the pictures the photographer took, and I had no recourse in how he chose to use them.

Of course, my father saw the billboard on his way home from work and both of my parents had stayed up to ambush me in the kitchen when I walked through the door at 12:30. I had no idea how to answer my Mom’s questions so I looked down, unable to meet both of their glaring looks.

“For the first time since we’ve moved here you’re going to be honest with us,” my father said sternly. “Was working at Hooters just bullshit?”

Slowly, I looked up. “No, I worked there for a couple of weeks,” I said quietly.

“A couple of weeks, great. So for the last six weeks or whatever, you’ve been … you’ve been …” My dad was so flustered he could barely speak. It was breaking my heart to see him, to see both of them, so angry and distraught.

Mom had to jump back in once Dad faltered. “You’ve been taking your clothes off for money!” The venom oozed from her lips when she said ‘money’ like it was the most vile thing she could think of. “You’re smart, Jenna, so very smart, and you’ve chosen … this as a way to make money? We’ve raised you better than that.”

“You’re quitting that job,” Dad fired at me, finally regaining his voice. “In fact you’ve already quit. You’re not to leave this house without permission. Do you understand me, young lady? I didn’t raise you to become a slut to feed the desires of the perverted masses!”

Mom gave me a withering stare. “Look what you’ve done to your father. Don’t you even care about us? You’re killing him, and killing me too,” she angrily spat.

I had no defense or reasonable retort. They weren’t wrong; I was messing up their lives, embarrassing them to their church friends and probably their coworkers too.

“Did they … did someone force you into this? Are you in trouble of some kind? Jenna, we can get money if you owe it to some Shylock or mobster–“

I shook my head side-to-side. “No, Mom! I don’t owe anyone money, and I wasn’t forced. This was a choice I made. I … took this job on purpose, and … I … I like it. In fact I love it, well, most of it. It makes me feel good, it’s something I’m good at, I’ve made some really great friends, and I want to keep doing it.”

“That’s just great, Jenna.” His sarcasm wasn’t lost on me. “You’ve made new friends. And are you screwing these new friends?” My mom put her hand to her mouth at the suggestion of ‘screwing’. Neither of them had ever used that word in front of me, either. “Answer me!” Daddy shouted.

My hands trembled slightly. I didn’t know what to say. How honest should I be? The kitchen lights felt incredibly bright, almost like I was in a movie, in a police interrogation room where the two cops were aggressively coercing the suspect to confess his crime. I was also incredibly tired, and my nerves were shattered by this confrontation.

“I do kind of have a boyfriend now. He’s a businessman, and he makes a lot of money.” I thought that might please them, that I wasn’t just hanging around with low-lifes.

“Oh, well, you have a boyfriend! When the hell did you have time to meet someone? You met him at that disgusting club?” he sneered.

“Yes,” I whispered.

My father took a deep breath and ran his hands through his hair. “So,” he began, and he stepped up to me and got into my face. “My daughter is now dating a legitimate businessman. Did you hear that, Grace? I’m so relieved, aren’t you? Tell me, Jenna, is he giving you money?” My face must have given me away; I wasn’t expecting a question like that. “So it’s true, he’s giving you money, and you’re fucking him, right? That makes you a whore!”

Having him call me that stung even more than the slap he delivered across my face, but I didn’t like that much, either.

“Joshua!” Mom screamed, and she jumped up to grab his hand before he hit me again. Then she glared at me. “Look what you’ve done! You’ve made your father violent!”

Tears eryaman bayan escort streamed down my face; I didn’t know what to do. In the past he’d never even raised his voice at me, much less his hand. The tips of my fingers slowly glided over my cheek; it was sore and felt puffy, like it was already starting to swell. Somehow, someway, I found my spine and started to give back as good as I was getting.

“I’m an adult, not a child. It’s my life, not yours, and I’m going to do whatever the fuck I want,” I screamed.

He raised his hand again, but I didn’t flinch and I steadied myself for the next blow that I knew was just a moment away. His hand moved forward towards me, but at the last second he caught himself and returned it to his side. He took a deep breath and a single tear ran down his cheek. Then his loving blue eyes turned ice-cold, freezing me out. Pointing to the door, he said one word.

“Go.”

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Derek welcomed me into his home with open arms even though it was past two in the morning. He wanted to talk but I didn’t; I just wanted to be held and try to sleep. When I’d left my parents’ house and gotten a few blocks away I’d pulled over to the side of the street and called him. When I told him about the ugly fight with my parents he insisted that I stay with him instead of getting a hotel room.

As I lay there in his bed, being the little spoon, I could still hear my parents yelling at each other while I packed my worldly belongings into two big Hefty garbage bags. They were trying to assign the blame for everything I’d done to each other, and that upset me even more because it wasn’t either of their faults.

Although I felt traumatized by the evening’s events, I also felt liberated. My parents didn’t like anything they’d discovered, but at least now they knew. A somewhat disturbing thought kept nagging at me; even though Derek was like my safety net, I still felt like I was alone.

I woke up at noon the next day and looked around the large bedroom; it took me several seconds to realize where I was. I rummaged through one of the garbage bags of my stuff and found a pair of light blue denim shorts and a Beatles t-shirt. I didn’t bother looking for a bra or thong. After I used the bathroom and brushed my teeth I heard Derek in his office, and I walked in and sat down in the chair in front of his desk.

“Hey sleepyhead, how are you doing?” he asked.

“I’m okay, I guess.”

“Yeah? You were … crying a lot in your sleep.” I shrugged, not sure how to respond. I had a lot of emotions careening around inside me. “God, he really hit you?”

I rubbed my cheek where Daddy had slapped me last night; it still felt warm and a bit swollen. A little tear escaped my eye and I quickly wiped it away. “Yes.”

“I’m sorry, honey.”

“He was really upset, I guess I had it coming.” I reached over, grabbed his coffee cup, and took a sip.

“No, nobody ever has that coming. But based on what you’ve told me about him I can understand his shock. So what’s your plan, have you thought about it?”

“I don’t know, I just woke up, I think it’s all still sinking in.” I looked down at his coffee, and took another sip. Elixir of life, do your thing, please.

“Jenna, hey.” I looked up at him. “I want to be here for you. I’m not pressuring you, but you can stay here if you want.”

My eyes widened. “You’d really let me?” Maybe I should have expected this. I knew he liked me and all, but somehow it still came as a bit of a shock.

“Of course I would, baby. I want you here with me, this is your home now.” He paused for a moment. “If you want it to be.”

This was all coming at me so fast I wasn’t sure how to respond. I checked my phone; there were no messages or calls from either of my parents. “Let me think about it, okay?”

“Sure, take all the time you need.”

I took another sip of his coffee. “Can I make you breakfast?” I asked.

“No, honey, you’ve been through so much, let me make it for you.”

“Okay.”

He was being so kind and considerate. I knew that normally he’d be at work, but he took the day off to be with me. He cooked us a simple breakfast of scrambled eggs, sausage, and toast, and he brought it to the kitchen table where I was sitting.

“Is there any way you could call out today, you know … take the day off?” he asked.

I took another sip of my coffee, from my own cup this time. “No, I think it would be better if I worked, it will help keep my mind off all of this.”

“Ummm … sure … I get it.” He looked down for a moment then back up at me. “He’s really renting 20 billboards?”

“Yeah,” I said shyly.

“So my girlfriend is a celebrity now?” he gently teased.

My face broke into a little blush. That question was disturbing on a couple of different levels. He thought of me now as his girlfriend, not just some girl who stayed over at his house a couple of nights a week. Again, maybe escort etimesgut I should have seen this coming, but I hadn’t. Also, I was still trying to wrap my mind around the fact that my image would be plastered over a bunch of billboards in the metropolitan area. Maybe on some level I’d dreamed of being popular, being famous, but I never imagined it would happen like this.

“I’m not a celebrity, or at least … I don’t know … I don’t think of myself that way.”

“I’m sitting in front of the hottest girl in Dallas,” he beamed.

A little smile broke over my face. I really appreciated his efforts to try to make me feel better. “Yeah, you’re eating with the most popular stripper in Dallas, you must be so proud.”

He looked seriously into my eyes and took my hand in his. “I’m very proud, Jenna, very proud.”

“This doesn’t embarrass you?”

“Not at all, baby.”

He was really trying to make me feel better, and somehow it was working. He was being so good about all of this. Being there for me, supporting me, not judging me. I knew he was busy and had a lot to do, but he even took the day off for me. “I don’t have to go to work, okay?”

“Really, you’ll stay home?”

Home. I … I … don’t have a home … anymore.

I quickly pushed that depressing thought out of my head. “For the man who rescued me? Of course,” I teased. He squeezed my hand. Then I got a little more serious. “Do you really want me living here with you? Are you sure?”

“I want that more than anything, honey.”

“Okay,” I acquiesced. “I will.”

A big Kool-aid grin broke over his face, like he’d just won the lottery or something. “What do you want to do? We could go for a swim, watch TV, maybe go out and buy you a new outfit?”

We’d finished our breakfast and I wanted him. “Do you think you can carry me up those stairs again without having a heart attack?” I said saucily.

His eyes lit up. “No promises, but I’ll try.” He stood up and made a little show of stretching out his arms, like he was going to try to carry a couple of bales of hay or something. He responded to my bewildered looks. “Just warming up.”

I giggled. “Oh, my God, I’ll just walk up the stairs, really.”

“Oh, no, I got this,” he said playfully.

“C’mon, then, old man.”

When I stood up he scooped me into his arms. Fortunately we made it upstairs without too much trouble; I think he had been putting in some cardio time when I wasn’t around as we got up the stairs with a lot less huffing and puffing than a few weeks ago. He set me down gently on the bed and I quickly slipped out of my little shorts and t-shirt. After he stripped out of his clothes he slid into bed beside me, grabbed his laptop, and fiddled with the keys. It only took him a couple of seconds and he had one of my videos up on the big screen. Almost every time we had sex now he recorded it so we could watch it together later or I could watch it by myself.

“Mmm, one of my favorites, little darlin’.”

I liked this one too. He called it Alone. He’d purchased another giant 80-inch TV and mounted it right above the headboard, so now there were now two massive screens in the room, one on the wall at the foot of the bed and another at the head. In this particular clip he’d shot a video of me touching myself and having several orgasms. But the special thing about this clip was that I was rubbing my pussy while I was getting roughly fucked on the big screen behind me.

Derek had gotten some awesome close-ups and managed to have the background video images blurred; it was a cool effect. “Look at you, Jenna. You hit the biological jackpot. Your skin is so perfect, so smooth …” The camera showed my face in pre-orgasmic pleasure. “And look how beautiful you are! My God, it’s almost a shame the rest of the world can’t see you like I see you. You put every porn star to shame!”

He said that quite often now and I was slowly starting to believe some of it. We had watched quite a few porn clips together, and while I often enjoyed the pretty porn girls and handsome, inhumanly well-hung guys I also managed to watch them with a critical eye. I noticed when the lighting was too harsh or the camera angle was awkward and didn’t artistically capture the action. Sometimes the girl looked high while others looked bored and were just going through the motions. I also noticed minor imperfections on some of the girls like razor bumps above their vaginas, pimples on their bottoms, and little dark hairs around their assholes. The more porn we watched, the more I thought Derek might be right. I looked better than most of those girls, and a lot of the time my performance was better than theirs, and I was just losing myself in the moment and not really trying.

“Maybe you’re right,” I whispered.

I continued to watch myself on the screen, forgetting about him for a moment. But when his strong, warm hands encircled my waist I instantly came alive elvankent escort at his touch. I felt his hard cock pressing against my thigh and the switch in my mind flipped to on … and the tingles began sparking throughout my body.

We leaned in together and our mouths hungrily met. His kisses were so soft, so loving, and they took all my fears and worries away. Our tongues danced slowly and sensually as his body crushed against mine. His hand gently held my left cheek, the one Daddy had hit, and he lifted his head up a little.

“I’ll never hit you, babygirl.”

I knew he wouldn’t, it just wasn’t in him. “Make love to me, Derek,” I whispered. Maybe I shouldn’t have said it like that, but at the moment I needed to be loved and cared for.

“One second, okay?” He gave me a wink and fiddled with his laptop for a moment. Instantly, the images on the TV screens changed to show live video of us on the bed. We had made a few more purchases since that first weekend I spent with Derek; now we had three cameras. He’d mounted one on each side of the bed and the third was kept as a portable that he liked to use for close-ups. He set the outputs for now to just be the two mounted cameras, so the image on the screen in front of us was from the right camera and the image on the opposite wall was from the left. Wherever we looked we could see ourselves live.

Satisfied with the setup, he rolled over on top of me, and without a word he adjusted his body so his cock found my entrance. My pussy was a wet, hot mess and I was more than ready for him. He pressed forward and that intense, wonderful sensation began, that feeling of his big, hard cock entering me, promising to fuck me well and bring me to orgasm, bring us to orgasm. My legs immediately wrapped around his torso and I locked my ankles together, trapping him deep inside me. His slow but forceful strokes stretched me open and made my clitoris tingle as he bottomed out inside me time and again in slow but powerful movements.

Yes … this is my happy place …

He slowly increased the rhythm to the point where he couldn’t kiss me anymore as he had to breathe through his mouth, his hot breath washing over me. I got this feeling of being trapped by him, his body weight crushing me, trapping me, restraining me as his cock penetrated my very soul … and I loved every second of it.

I arched my back to press my breasts into him, which changed the angle of his cock slightly and threw me into an instant orgasm. I clawed at his back as electricity surged through my body, my orgasm so strong and so powerful it shook me and made me lose my senses for a few moments. I roused myself to find Derek squeezing my breast with what seemed like all his might and his cock began to tremble inside me. I squeezed my pussy walls around his cock and he exploded deep into my womb, his hot semen filling me. Derek and I both grunted and moaned, and my orgasm, which hadn’t quite stopped from the first one, returned with another stunning climax. I didn’t pass out this time, but my whole body jerked frantically and beyond my control. I dug my nails into his back, scraping his skin, and a couple of them on my right hand drew blood.

I released my grip and brought my fingers to show him his blood. Without thinking I sucked my finger clean, the taste warm and coppery. He immediately shoved his tongue in my mouth as he tried to taste it too. We settled into a long and sensuous kissing session as we came down from our mutual highs. His diminished cock eventually slipped out of me despite my efforts to keep him inside me, and he rolled off to my side.

“I love you, Jenna. I really do. I love you so–“

My kiss cut him off as he professed his feelings, which were a little different from mine, to say the least. Love? Shit! I fucked him too good! Why can’t he just like me a lot? Shit, what am I supposed to do now?

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It was a Sunday morning and my phone jarred me out of my sleep. I slid back and snuggled closer to Derek, his arm was wrapped around me and my body was spooned tightly against his.

“Is that my phone or yours?” he grumbled.

“It’s mine, I’ll get it,” I said groggily. I reached for my phone that was on the nightstand. Without looking at the caller ID I answered it.

“Hello?”

“Jenna, it’s your grandmother.”

My eyes instantly popped open and I was wide awake. “Grammy … ummm … how are you?”

“I’m fine, dear. Are you available today to come by your parents’ house?” she said in a quiet, sweet voice.

I felt like my heart stopped. It had been three weeks since our ugly fight when my dad hit me. There had been silence during that time as the three of us refused to call or text each other. My parents were just as stubborn as I was and I likened the situation to playing a game of chicken; Neither they nor I was going to be the first one to blink. Did they ask her to reach out to me, or is this her idea? Is she trying to broker some type of peace?

“I … ummm … I’m not sure that’s a good idea,” I said hesitantly.

“You need to talk to your parents, Jenna, you need to work this out with them. We all need to work this out. How about you come over at 1 o’clock, today.”