Peg - Part 10 (Patreon)

Having wriggle her way out from between the two half-slumbering boys, Peg frantically looks around the for something to wear.  With no time for a shower, she steps into a pair of fuzzy slippers sitting beside the bed and grabs a bathrobe hanging from the back her bedroom door.  Flying downstairs, she grabs her purse and keys off the dining room table, and bolts out the front door.

As she open her car door, a familiar voice tries to get her attention.  Goofy, out watering his grass and amused by Peg’s attire, yells and waves at her from across the street.

Goofy: Mus’ be casual Friday, Ah-hyuck!  You seen mah boy over there, Peggy?

Peg: (waving, annoyed, hurriedly) Upstairs!  Homework!

Goofy: Oakey dokey!  Garsh, where’s the fire?  Ah-hyuck!

Peg jumps in and starts her car, slams it into reverse, and barks the tires in the driveway.  Reversing onto the street, she drops the gear shift into drive and punches it, leaving ‘elevens’ half way down the street.  Goofy simply shakes his head and goes back watering his lawn.

A very short time later, Peg swerves into the parking lot of Pistol’s day care, jumping the curb as she stops in front of the building.  Bubbly as ever, smiling from ear to ear, Pistol darts out the front door, waving to her mother.  Opening the door and climbing in, Pistol leans over to kiss her mother on the cheek, but stops short.  Quickly leaning  back to her side of the car, Pistol pinches her nose and queries her mother.

Pistol: What’s that smell…and why are you dressed like that, mommy?

Befuddled, suddenly aware that she‘s dressed in a pink bathrobe and is otherwise naked underneath it, Peg stares at her daughter.  Likewise, unable (and unwilling) to give her a reason why she smells like a combination of cooking oil and dried man-seed, Peg quickly changes the subject.

Peg: Soooo, how was your day, pumpkin?  Hey, how ‘bout pizza for dinner?

Several hours later, having gotten home, cleaned up the mess in the kitchen, picked up the random collection of clothing scattered around the house, Peg is dog-tired.  Sitting down at the kitchen counter to relax for minute or two, she watches as Pistol gnaws away at her third piece of pizza. Having only managed to get an hours worth of sleep while crammed between the boys earlier in the day, Peg shakes her head, dreading the fact that she has to be at her other job in a few short hours.

Peg: Alright, squirt.  Time for bed.

Having put her daughter to bed, Peg finally makes her way into the bathroom.  Feeling quite funky at this point, Peg unties her robe, letting it slip off her shoulders and onto the tiled floor.  Turning the shower on, lost in thought, Peg waits for the water to warm up.

Peg: (thinking) Ohhhh, this is gonna feel soooo good.

Meanwhile, a slightly inebriated Pete arrives home after throwing back a pitcher or three with his buddies at the pool hall.  Hearing the shower running in the otherwise silent house, Pete makes his way upstairs.  As Peg reaches to open the shower door, she is startled by a pair of hands grabbing her by the hips.

Peg: Jeezus, honey!  You scared the shit out me!

Pete: C'mon, sweetie.  Gimme a lil' sugar.

Peg: Uh-uhh.  I'm tired, I'm dirty, and I gotta be at...ummm...'the office' in an hour.

Pete: At ten o'clock at night?  Okay?  C'mon... (leaning forward to kiss her) Just a lil' bit'ah lovin'?

Peg: It's a...uhhhh...conference call.  I'm trying to close on a really important deal and the new owners are...in Europe.  You know, like, six time zones away?  And you...  (smacks Pete's hand) You smell like a friggin' brewery.

Pushing away from her, wrinkling his nose, Pete waves his hand in front of his face

Pete: Yeah, uhhhh...  Shew!  You don't exactly smell like lilac and roses either, dear.  I don't even wanna know what you've been doin' all day.  I'm goin' tuh bed....and tell them kids to keep it down.  Sounded like two freight trains passin' in a tunnel up here last night.

As Pete walks down the hall in a huff, Peg suddenly realizes that she hasn't heard or seen Max and PJ since she got home.  

Peg: (silently) Ohhhh shhhhh....!!

Flying out of the bathroom, Peg bolts down the hallway, grabbing Pete's hand just as he about to open the bedroom door.

Peg: I...  I forgot.  Pistol's sleeping in our bed.  She, uhhh...had a nightmare, so...  Uhhh...why don't you go downstairs and watch some TV and I'll....uhhh...put her to bed.

Pete looks at her, annoyed and shaking his head, grumbling as he turns to walk downstairs.  Waiting until she hears him plod down the stairs and the TV turn on, Peg opens her bedroom door and peers inside.  Sure enough, she finds both boys, laying in a pile atop one another, snoring away.  Quickly making her way to the bedside, she pushes and shoves them, trying to wake them up.

Peg: (half-whispering)  C'mon!  Wake up!  Pete's home!

PJ: (sleepily) Huh-whu?

Max: (half-asleep)  Mmmm...cuddles.  Mmm-hmm...  Das' nice, Missus P.

Max's eyes pop wide open, staring up at her.  Flailing his arms wildly, Max suddenly realizes that Peg isn't the one laying atop him.

Max: DUDE!  GET OFF ME!

Peg: (growling at Max) Shhhhhhhhh!  Quiet!  (tugging at PJ's arm) Now, get...out...of...here!

Fumbling and fall over themselves as they go, the boys clamber off the bed, scamper out the door and into PJ's room.  Cringing as she hears PJ's door slam shut, Peg utters a relieved sigh of relief, hearing nothing but the TV blaring away downstairs.

Looking down at the soiled and slightly oily-looking bedspread, Peg rolls her eyes in annoyance.  Snatching the bedspread off the bed, she balls it up and walks back to the bathroom.  Shoving the offending bedding into the clothes hamper, she finally steps into the still-running shower, the hot water having already gone ice cold.

Peg: Sh-shhh-SHHHITTT!

Her teeth chattering, Peg quickly showers, grabs a towel and makes her way back to her bedroom.  Standing in her closet, shivering, Peg picks out something to wear 'to the office'.  Slipping into her favorite little black dress and a pair of heels, she slips a knee-length coat over her dress as not to draw unwanted attention to her not-so businesslike attire.  Finally grabbing her gym bag (containing all of her 'work clothes') out of the hallway closet, Peg heads downstairs.  

Finding Pete snoring away in his la-z-boy sa local network news anchor drones on about the latest developments in the O.J. Simpson trial on the TV, Peg grabs the remote and turns it off.  Pete snorts and mumbles something incoherent as Peg leans down, kisses him on the forehead, and tells him to go to bed before heading out the door.

A short while later, on the outskirts of Spoonerville, Peg pulls into the parking lot of 'Spoon Time' gentleman's club.  Already bone-tired, Peg collects herself, grabs her gym bag, and steps out the car.  The usual assortment of bikers and frat boys hoot and holler, wolf whistling at her as she struts across the parking lot.  His arms crossed and trying to look menacing, the huge bouncer gives Peg an upwards 'what's up' nod of his head as she reaches the front door.

Bouncer: (nodding towards the parking lot) The usual assortment of Spoonerville's finest tonight, huh, Missus P?

Peg: Dollar signs, honey.  All I see is dollar signs.

Bouncer: Heh, not wit' dat hot new girl startin' tonight, you ain't.  We ain't gonna have no repeat of last night are we?

Peg: Urgh...no.  Don't even get me started.  Wait...  What new girl?

Bouncer: Ohhh, you'll see.  You look like shit, by the way.

Peg: Uh-huh.  Nice to see you too.

Grinning, the bouncer holds the door open for her, pinching Peg on the butt cheek as she passes him.  Peg in turn, gives him a deliberately faux flirty smirk, flipping him 'the bird' as she sashays inside.

Bouncer: Uh-huh.  Promises, promises.

Peg: In your dreams, big guy.

Walking back to the dressing room, having stopped to give the DJ her preferred playlist for the night, expressly telling not to play Danzig's 'Mother', Peg ambles into the room.  Dropping her bag on the counter and all but completely ignoring the semi-clothed  woman that fill the room, Peg sits down in front a lighted mirror to start getting ready for the night.  

Having slipped out of her little black dress and lain it on the counter, Peg digs through her bag for something tiny to wear for her first set....something that'll really 'wow them'.  Halfway through putting on a g-string that resembles dental floss more than actual clothing, someone taps on Peg's shoulder.  Looking up in the mirror, Peg is greeted by the reflection of a familiar looking young, curvaceous, redhead dressed in a pair of high-waisted bikini bottoms...and nothing else.

Roxy: Missus Pete?  Ohmygawd, I knew that was you.

Peg: R...  Roxanne?

Roxy: It's just Roxy now.  'Roxanne' is just so...old fashioned.  That and people telling me I don't have "put on the red light" got really old, really quick.

Peg: Uhhh...  Alright...Roxy.  How...?  What are you...?

Roxy: Ohhh, you know, the usual reasons.  A little extra pocket money while I'm in coll...

Peg: College?  Uhhh... (looks around the room, whispers)  Last time I checked, you were my son's age.  If they found out you're only...

Roxy sits down in the chair next to Peg, leaning forward to whisper to her while looking around the room to see if anyone is listening.

Roxy: Y...  You're not gonna tell 'em are you?  My...  My dad lost his job at the plant and I...  He thinks I'm working the night shift as a waitress.

Peg: Don't worry, dear.  I get it.  Life happens.  (gestures towards herself) Two kids, a double mortgage, real estate business is in the toilet, bills up the wazoo.  (smirks)  The usual reasons.

Roxy: (grabs Peg's hand, silently)  Thank you!

Peg: So, enough about that.  I thought you and Max were a thing?

Roxy: Ohhh, that was just puppy love.  He was nice, but...  Ehhh...  Maturity-wise?  The constant lying?  He left a lot to be desired.  Besides, I really am in college.  I graduated two years early, so....yeah, it just wasn't gonna work.

Peg: (gestures at Roxy as a whole)  Obviously woman mature much faster.   (smiles, gestures at her chest) Some more than others.

Roxy: Oh, these...heh.  Yeaaah...my dad.  His idea of a graduation / sweet sixteen present.  Aaannnd now, a couple years later, I'm the one payin' for 'em.  Life.  (sighs theatrically) What can yuh do?

Several hours and several hundred dollars in tips later, Peg, nude except for a pair of stiletto heels, spins around a stripper pole.  Upside down, one leg wrapped around the pole, the other outstretched above her, Peg slides down the pole almost effortlessly as En Vogue's 'Never Gonna Get It' blares from the speakers.  Mouthing the words to the song, Peg successfully seduces an entire front row full of trust-fund frat-boys with her best 'bedroom eyes'.  Knowing full-well that one...or all of them...will want a lap dance or 'private dance' after her set is over, she periodically pauses her 'pole work'.  Down on her hands and knees, singling one of them out with a 'come hither' finger gesture, she lets them run a hand somewhere over a her body or smack her on the behind.  Looking them directly in the eye with a sultry smile, she silently mouths 'thank you' as they slip a ten or twenty dollar bill into her garter belt, then kisses him on the cheek after doing so.

Roxy, in a nearby booth, grinding her ass against some young gentleman's crotch as she slowly glides her fingertips over a micro g-string bikini, watches in awe as Peg works the stage like a pro.  Peg on the other hand, in some strange sense of motherly responsibility, now feels obligated to keep an eye on the young lady.  She occasionally glances over, watching as Roxy gyrates in time to the music, biting her lower lip as she runs her fingers through her hair, routinely smacking a wayward hand away from her naughty bits.

Peg: (thinking, giggling to herself)  Yeah...she's got this.

Some time and several private dances later, Peg starts another set on stage, this time dressed in a pair of ultra-low cutoff daisy dukes, a straw hat, and a cutoff t-shirt that exposes her under-boobs.  Having not paid any particular attention to the various gentlemen seated beneath her young protégé, Peg stops, mid-spin atop the pole.  Shielding her eyes from the blinding spotlights, Peg squints into the darkness beyond.  Unheard over the blaring music, she shakes her head in disbelief.

Peg: You gotta be shittin' me!?

Roxy, topless, wearing a pair of black, vinyl thigh-high boots and matching high-waist bikini bottoms, grinds her ass against an already impressive and ever-growing bulge in her most recent customer's lap.  Forgoing the clubs 'no touch' policy, she can't help but to reach behind her, unbutton the gentleman's pants, and slide her hand inside.

Roxy: Mmm-hmmm.  Somebody's reeeally happy to see me.

Attempting to wrap her hand around it, Roxy silently mouths 'wow', her thumb and forefinger not even remotely coming close to touching one another.  After enduring hour after hour of pent up sexual energy, Roxy can't take it any longer.  Not really caring who it is, she just needs a release.

Roxy: Why don't we take this (gives it a gentle squeeze) to the back room for a private dance?  ...on the house.

Unbeknownst to Roxy, PJ...complete with trucker hat and aviator sunglasses as a disguise...squirms and nods his approval.  Lifting herself off of him, PJ buttons his pants as she offer him a hand up, having still not recognizing him in the darkened room.  Guiding the boy by the hand, she nods at the bouncer, who in turn pulls aside a black velvet curtain.

Slumped down at the end of the couch, Max, wearing an 'Indiana Jones' fedora and a giant, fake 'Tom Selleck' mustache looks up at Peg and smirks.  Raising his fore and middle finger to the brim of his hat, he gives Peg a little salute as the two disappear behind the curtain.  Stuck on stage and unable to do anything about it, Peg shakes her head and rolls her eyes at him, going back to her routine atop the pole.

Peg: (thinking) Boy, so help me, if you make me lose this job...gawd help you.

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