Cinderella's Daddies

After five more minutes of mindless vacuuming, I head to the supply closet and ease open the door. I step inside and close the door after me.The only light in the room comes from the crack at the bottom of the door, but I can smell Joel’s cologne so I know he’s already here.“Hey,” he says, embracing me in the darkness.I long to feel myself pushed up against the wall and fucked, but he merely holds me for a moment. I hug him back and accept his brief kiss. I hope he brought a condom, because even though he’s promised we’re exclusive, I’m not ready to trust him enough to fuck without protection.Been there, done that. Got the t-shirt from the STD testing clinic to prove it.My eyes adjust to the dim lighting. We’re surrounded by shelving units bearing cleaning supplies. I’m no stranger to this room—I frequently have to come in here to get my job done.Joel steps away, unfastens his pants, and pulls out his cock. I reach for him, eager to feel him inside of me, even though his track r

The maid appears in my mind’s eye, luscious, perfect. Sinfully sweet. I shake the image away. I don’t know where I went wrong with Joel, but I’m not like him. I’m not going to take advantage of someone who works under my protection.I try to lose myself in a pet project for a local charity, providing paid internships and occupational training to people in underserved communities. I swear out loud when I realize I’ve read the same draft of a press release four times without comprehending any of it.It’s that maid. I can’t get her out of my head. There’s something about her, and it’s not merely that I think she can do better than my asshole son.I know it’s terrible to think of him that way, but when it comes to women, he’s never seemed to treat them quite right. I hope someday that’ll change. It might be time for me to have a word with him. Again.A text appears on my phone, from Sebastian. If we don’t go to Vice, how are you going to find a date for the gala?“I don’t need a date,” I

I look away from them, not wanting to make them self-conscious or worried about attracting attention. My focus comes to rest on a familiar face. “They aren’t the only ones. That looks like Joel, over there.”“We’re getting too old for this place if we’re running into my kid,” King says, his smile disappearing.“He’s cozy with his date.”King’s head snaps up and he looks for Joel. “Where are they?”“Right over by the bar,” I say. “Making out.”“The fuck?” His eyes widen.“What is it?” I ask. Joel’s kissing the redhead, but not doing anything else I think King would object to.“That’s not his girlfriend,” King says. “I saw him with someone at work. What a little prick. I can’t believe I raised that kid.”“That’s because you didn’t,” I say. “His mother got her claws into him and turned him against you early on.”“It wasn’t that bad,” he grumbles.It was, but if he wants to tell himself a different story about it, that’s fine with me, I guess.“Well, maybe it’s just casual with the other

“But, Jimi Hendrix?” I ask.“Yeah.” She grins, and I nearly groan. There’s a deep dimple in her left cheek and it’s so girlish and cute, it nearly kills me. She adds, “Little Wing.”“One of my favorites of his,” I say.“Mine, too.”When she reaches to turn on the vacuum cleaner, I say, “Just a second. What’s your name?”“Ella Marchand.”“I’m Kingston Tyler,” I say. “It’s nice to meet you, Ella Marchand.”“It’s nice to meet you, too,” she says. Even though the lighting is dim, I can see the faint blush on her cheeks.The vacuum hums to life, and she gets back to work.Even though I wish I could keep talking to her, I shut my mouth like a good CEO and move back to my desk. I try to look at my computer, and not at her.Ella. She’s gorgeous.I stare blankly at my monitor, like the sick fuck I am, and think about what it might be like to lift the hem of Ella’s uniform a little higher. I wonder what kind of panties she’s wearing under it. Something sexy and grown-up? Or something younger? T

EllaThirteen days until the gala. I need a dress, shoes.I have fifty dollars in emergency cash, and yeah, I’m going to do the stupid thing and spend it.It’ll be worth it, to see Joel’s face when he picks me up and I walk out looking glamorous.How weird is it that my boyfriend has never seen me dressed in anything other than my work uniform? Very weird. It’s why I wear lacy bras and panties to work every day, since I started dating him. If he’s going to lift up my dress, I want him to see something nice. Sure, the underwear is cheap and itchy, but I endure it because knowing that I’m sexy beneath my uniform is pretty much the only advantage I have.Thirteen days until the gala, and two hours before my shift at the pub. I throw on a sweatshirt to help combat the chilly San Esteban January, then head downstairs. Time to go shopping.Mrs. Dali, a woman who lives one floor down from me, is coming up the stairs as I come down, lugging a giant canvas bag of groceries. Her silver hair, st