Stella Soars and Deflates

Chapter 1

Stella Rauth's mother Marianne ranted when her youngest daughter announced she wouldn't be going to college.

As the sparks began to fly, her father David intelligently yelled he was going for a walk and disappeared. When he returned the house was still standing, nothing inside appeared broken and mother and daughter were in their respective bedrooms at opposite ends of the house, doors shut.

With dinner overdue, the lanky and graying David made two stiff martinis and went to his self-perceived near-mortally wounded wife. Opening the door, he said cheerfully, "Hi, want to eat out?"

"Yes, oh god, give me that drink and don't invite that little bitch."

They discussed the dilemma quickly, the drink working wonders. The expensively maintained Marianne drained her glass and looked at her husband's half-filled glass. He handed over his glass and said wisely, "After all you years of dedicated input you are faced with this."

"Oh darling, thank you for your sympathy and understanding. I am feeling as if Stella has severely clubbed me."

David didn't want too much of this I-feel-so-sorry-for-myself performance and stood and at the door suggested, "Perhaps I'll have a quiet word?"

"Oh darling, would you? Perhaps we ought to take the little bitch with us."

David nodded, concealing his smile. That sounded like Marianne was getting use to the idea already.

"I'll be back soon," he said reassuringly.

The vivacious Stella with her brown hair unwashed and neglected, greeted him brightly.

"Hi dad, how much did it cost to send Nathan to college? Being an accountant that total sum will be imprinted in your mind. I recall you saying it was up 20% on what you spent on Jennifer."

David said approximately $68,000.

"You always said paying to put us through college was our entitlement, dad."

"That's true."

"I've told mom I'm not going to college. Wow, you would have thought I was telling her I was pregnant. She screamed and attempted to slap me but I was too quick for her, but she would have told you all that and now you have been sent to screw me down."

"Well, as..."

"Dad, I'm still speaking. You are a businessman and here's the deal. If I go to college for four years, the bill is will top $85,000 easily. So, I don't go to college."

"Instead, I accept from you a gratuity of $18,000 a year for four years paid monthly, which means you end up $13,000 better off so be careful about taking mom's side on this one dad. You know I articulate well, am pretty with oodles of confidence and so I'm bound to do better without my degree than the majority of my girlfriends who get their degree."

"By paying me that stipend, your conscience will be left clear and you have more money left in your pocket and a stipend is better than me asking for the $85,000 to buy a business as soon as I finish high school. Is this the end of this conversation, dad?"

"What will you mother say?"

"We don't tell her. You just say I could change my mind about not going to college and leave it up in the air and by the time I graduate from high school I will have worn her down by then."

David scratched his knee instead of his balls.

"This is bordering on deception."

"I'm glad you raised that dad. I did note your emphasis on 'bordering'?

"Huh?"

"With that objection dealt with, do you have any other misgivings? Of all the girls in my class, who would you rate as the girl most likely to succeed, with or without a degree?"

"You pet."

"Awe, daddy, I knew you'd come through for me. Has mom called me a little bitch?"

"Well, um, ah."

"Daddy, you're not very good at handling women. So, take your instructions from me. Go to mommy now and say you have persuaded me to rethink my position and no way must you suggest you have tilted me. The words to say are 'persuaded her to rethink' Have you got that?"

"Yes."

"Thanks. Now go and take her another drink and screw her and I'll order take-outs."

"Stella!"

"What?"

"Err, we are all going out to dinner. I'll tell your mother the current issue is not up for further discussion at this point in time."

"At this point in time? God dad, why tack that useless pedantic phrase on to your sentences?"

"Search me."

"Do we have a deal on my stipend?"

"I'll let you know."

"Dad, my guess is you're not going to discuss it with her because if you do, she'll murder you. Just leave me in charge. Do we have a deal on my stipend as I outlined?"

"Yes."

"Oh, thanks darling daddy. Do you want to play with my pussy?"

"Stella!"

Leaving that room at speed, David returned to Marianne with another drink.

"No, I'm better now. You drink it. Those other drinks were strong. So just how far did that little bitch twist you around her ass?"

"I believe I have negotiated a breakthrough. She's agreed to reconsider."

Marianne sighted and scratched an armpit.

"Oh yeah, that's progress," she said sarcastically. "Lock the door and let's screw. You know a hot argument always leaves me horny."

David pulled off his jacket and placed it on bedroom sofa. His wife already was down to her bra and panties. He undid his tie and as he placed it over his jacket Marianne called hoarsely, "Come on, what are you doing?"

"I'm coming."

"I trust you will, otherwise I'd be furious."

David tossed away his shirt and didn't even have to remove the remainder of his clothing and work up his friend into maximum erection. Marianne just grabbed him and pulled him on to her and grunted, "Stick it in; it will get up as we get going."

The dick jumped erect as if too timid to thwart Marianne's intentions. David unzipped and was struggling with his buckle when Marianne snapped, "Stop wasting time. "Pull it out and push it in."

David obeyed and he eyed the two big bloated breasts, thinking few of the playful women at the office had real tits like this. Feeling more than ready, he slammed into Marianne and bit a tit, making her howl in pain.

"God, take care. Aren't you getting anything extra at the office with all that young cunt circling you all day, fingers working?"

That was the stimulus David needed and he began pounding his wife in the way she wanted. They didn't kiss - she didn't like his five o'clock shadow at this time of day, so he chewed her nipples and slathered saliva over the huge expanse of soft, milky white flesh. At least she liked that.

"God you are thick this evening," she panted and hit around her clit.

David thought of Bellamy the new junior who had a great little ass and now that ass was over his desk and she was spreading her ass cheeks and whimpering.

"Over your tits or up your cunt," he rasped, imagining he was entering Bellamy.

"Up my pussy as far as you can shoot," Marianne gasped, as she turned puce and began convulsing.

David's toes curled as he released the second shot and then a third. He fell on to her.

"God, that was a real fuck," puffed his wife.

"Thanks Bellamy."

"What!"

David knew he'd just used a name that might have been acceptable in the build up to passion but not in Marianne's post-fuck mood. He lied, "Err, Danks Bell Amie is Antonia for 'You are very welcome'. I read it somewhere and hoped to remember it to use at an appropriate moment."

"Oh darling," how sweet, Marianne said, her stomach rumbling. "Toss me a towel darling and you shower while I get dressed. I'm starving."

David cringed thinking of his wife in the restaurant without panties and not having had a shower or at least douched. If Stella wrinkled her nose as said something like "What is that odor?" he'd strangle her.

As he showered, he thought of what Stella had said to him earlier, 'Do you want to play with my pussy?' Stella ought to be sent to juvenile detention facility for a few weekends to be sorted out. No daughter should speak to her father like that and she knew it.

Well, he'd deal with her severely if she ever spoke to him like that again. At least he knew how to control her because she respected her father. Daddy's girl... he rather liked that title and everyone in the family knew it was so. He acknowledged that Marianne had never done anything to try to win over Stella, knowing Jennifer had been mommy's girl and Nathan had similarly favored her.

David, Marianne and daughter had started their mains when Stella said, "Mom, will you cope okay with your friends when you are forced by circumstances to say that I'm not going to college?"

David looked at Stella's in horror.

Marianne's face turned white and her fork dropped to her plate as she reached for her wineglass. She emptied it and David refilled it.

"So, you little bitch, you've sewn up your father?"

"Oh, come on mom, what else do you expect?"

Marianne's eyes searched for David's for support, but he was studying the tablecloth, chest heaving and thinking was this what gave ageing guys a heart attack? Feeling he had to show some support, he reached over and place a hand on his wife's thigh. She promptly grabbed it and thrust it up under her skirt as if to remind him where his loyalty lay.

Stella's parents waited for the sharp-ended attack from their daughter who could fight like an alley cat. But surprisingly - quite amazing really - Stella cut a piece of steak, all eyes on her knife.

"You know mom you win some, you lose some. I turn eighteen in thirteen weeks, and no longer will be a young girl for you to love and pander and educate and discipline. I will be my own woman."

"At eighteen?"

"Yes," Stella said determinedly and David bleated.

"So, I've lost my youngest child?"

"Child, yes," his daughter sighed.

David pulled his hand from his wife's pussy and placed that arm around her and pulled her against him, knowing Marianne would be all he had after his precious Stella left home to make her tiny splash on the world.

He speculated had he acted responsibly in agreeing to the stipend? He thought well a good dad gives their children what they want within reason and in this instance it had been reasonable. Stella had hit him with a request and backed it with solid argument that actually was tipped in his favor financially and the cunning little bitch had known what would turn his mind.

Stella would plow on regardless in life whereas her brother a year out of university with a quality degree in psychology was managing a job placement center on a very low salary because he'd failed to find quality employment.

Nathan's older girlfriend who'd left school at eighteen was on a salary 40% higher than Nathan's, managing the film equipment department for an advertising agency. Jennifer was up and away working as assistant chief librarian at her former university.

It appeared Marianne had pulled the trigger when asking how would Stella survive in such a competitive dog-eats-dog world? Now the truth about the financial support for Stella from her father would be tossed in Marianne's face and a plate-throwing outburst in the restaurant would erupt.

David cowardly looked for the closest escape route but to his astonishment his daughter simply said, "Have faith in me mom; just watch this space."

David hugged his wife tightly and said, "We have faith in you little darling. It is only right that each one of us should choose our pathway in life."

"Oh god, after all this time I find I'm married to a latent philosopher," Marianne sighed.

Stella smiled warmly at her father.

Nine weeks later she graduated. She found temporary work and after her eighteenth birthday party, attending by her family and friends, most of whom were college-bound, she left town and headed east to find her life.

Chapter 2

Tired of traveling and working at lousy jobs that paid crap-all, Stella stepped off the bus in a small city called Michelle, a name that appealed; she was homesick, missing her friends.

She took a corner room in a cheap rooming house and went to bed without eating, being emotionally exhausted. She awoke to find herself bathed in early morning sunshine and rising looked out of the window and stretched, thinking it was such a nice-looking town, quite forgetting that even railways yards look great in the golden dawn.

With her belly grumbling for food, Stella showered and went out for a meal. The chatty waitress called Pat asked was she passing through but Stella said no, she'd stay if she would find a job.

"What do you do?"

"I'm good at office work, word-processing and am especially good processing accounts and I enjoy working with people."

"So, you don't have formal qualifications?"

"No apart from finishing high school."

"Look, stay here for a while," Pat said. "I have a break in a quarter hour and will phone my sister who works in a law office. They could have something for you in admin."

"Thanks Pat. I'll look at doing anything to get myself settled here. It looks a fine town."

"It is. I work here morning and night and my day job is with the council. My boyfriend and I are working to get enough money to buy a house and then we'll marry. He's holding down two jobs as well."

"Don't bust a gut but I admire your determination Pat, it's great you have a plan."

"Thanks Stella, I must go; there are tables to clear."

Pat Bishop made the call and at 10:00, Stella was at the offices of Benson Law waiting at reception to ask for Shirley Bishop; all three receptionists were occupied.

A guy in his mid-forties in a snappy suit asked her, "May I help?"

"I'm here to see Shirley Bishop about the possibility of a job."

The guy's gray eyes looked at Stella speculatively and then ran down her neatly dressed body to her shoes.

"Shirley doesn't hire."

"I know. Her sister said if Shirley liked the look of me, she'll do her best to find me a position. I arrived in town last night and like the look of Michelle and think it's such a lovely name for a town."

"I like red shoes but you are too young to know why?"

"You have a sexual perversion about red shoes?"

The guy flushed and grinned. "You know about male perversions?"

"I read a lot."

"What else can you tell me about yourself?"

Stella smiled and said it was a bit too early in the morning to be picked up.

"Perhaps you can lead me to Shirley. That way you'll be making yourself useful and earn yourself a big smile of appreciation from me. I know this will sound rude but if you continue loitering like this the boss might rap your knuckles."

"Yeah, right. This way please young lady. Walk in front so I can study your ass."

"After you, sir."

The guy grinned and led her through three offices to Shirley who was PA to the financial controller.

"Oh hi, good morning Pavin."

"This young lady is looking for a position in our office. After you've finished with her please bring her to me."

"Yes certainly, Mr Benson."

Stella swallowed and said, "Oh god. But I said nothing I feel the need to apologize for."

"Of course, and you haven't." Pavin smiled. "I rather like your unafraid manner and the way you're so openly express yourself. Ah well, I'm off to satisfy my next perversion. Actually, it's an addiction called work."

The two women watched him walk off. As he reached the far door he turned and looked back to him. Shirley looked away and Stella waved and was surprised he waved back.

"Oh Stella, it's so lovely to meet you. Pat said you are an impressionable young girl and you certainly have made an impression on the boss."

"Is he the Benson of Benson Law?"

"Almost but that's his father who rarely comes into the office these days. I have some good news for you. There is a junior position available, being in charge of the photo-copying room. We scan every document that comes into the office to digitize it. I think you appear far too bright and engaging for that position but take it, it's a start."

"Thanks Shirley but tell me, why does Mr Benson want you to take me to him after you have finished with me?"

"It possibly has something to do with your body. You are very attractive and have a great body. But perhaps you are two decades too young."

"Perhaps he's taken to my intelligence? We did talk a bit."

"Mr Benson interested in a female's intelligence? Oh, give me a break, Stella."

They laughed.

"Look take the photo-copying job. Can you work photo-copiers and scanners?"

"Yes."

"Well come to our home for dinner tonight. I'll invited Pat and Rex. Dinner will be at 9:00 because they both work late."

Stella said that would be lovely.

"Do you mind taking me to Mr Benson before I sign on; my feeling he has something in mind for me."

Shirley looked concerned. "Look Stella, Pat said you are only about nineteen..."

"Eighteen."

"Ohmigod, that's even worse. Mr Benson has just broken his engagement with the mayor's daughter Pamela. She is heading the latest campaign to get the name of the town changed from Michelle to..."

"That is absolutely ridiculous. Michelle is a beautiful name for this small, compact city. It's a travesty that anyone would want to do that. I've already told Mr Benson that Michelle is a lovely name for this city."

"Ah, no wonder you have struck a chord with Pavin."

Stella grinned and said that was better than Pavin wishing to rub his erection on her red shoes.

Shirley gurgled in shock and led Stella to Pavin and said, "God Stella, may I suggest you to tone yourself down a bit. This is a law office."

They knocked and entered Pavin's office. He was on the phone and waved them to a seat and pointed to the coffee machine. Stella was at the machine before Shirley had decided what to do. Stella handed her coffee and placed one in front of Pavin who winked and returned to fix a coffee for herself.

She whispered to Shirley, "Is he married?"

"No, divorced."

"Does he have objectionable ways?"

"He's actually rather nice."

"This is the big test Shirley, given the chance would you go to bed with him?"

Shirley looked a little angry.

"You can't ask an older woman, a married woman, a question like that Stella and keep your voice down."

"Quit stalling and answer the question Shirley. This is just between you and me, I promise."

"Yes," Shirley whispered, adding, "Oh, god."

Pavin finished the call and thanked Stella for the coffee. "What job were you offered?"

"An assistant in the photo copying room."

"And you've turned it down otherwise you'd be in HR signing on."

"No, I'll take it if unless you present me with a better offer."

Pavin rubbed his chin. "And what makes you think I'll do that?"

"I saw the interest in your eyes when I answered you about my red shoes. And as we talked you became increasingly interested in me because I was quite unlike what you expected. You thought for someone who was twenty..."

"Nineteen or even eighteen."

"... I acted and spoke more like someone of thirty and you couldn't get out of your mind that I thought your interest in my red shoes was a perversion."

"Oh, god," Shirley sighed.

"It would ease Shirley's mind and perhaps mine as well if you substituted fetish for perversion."

"Yes of course. You have an apparently fetish for red shoes I believe."

"Yes, I do."

Shirley, would you please take this young lady to Mrs James and asked her to test her for the minimum skills required to be a PA. I have someone waiting ladies, so if you please..."

"Yes, but please allow me to clear the coffee cups," said Miss Efficiency. "By the way, I share your fetish."

"You meet the guy for five minutes and there's affinity between you - I can't believe it."

Stella smiled indulgently. "Shirley, I was called teacher's pet for most of my school years because of it. My father has an accountancy practice and is known as a tough asshole but his treatment of me is 'Yes darling' and I've always heard people say I'm older than my years. I think that's bullshit. It's about attitude. Who will I work with if I pass this aptitude test?"