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Day 18- phone sex/sexting feat. Ari Levinson

Another Kinktober 2022 entry in the books lol. I'll get this damn thing finished one day, yet. This is Ari x Peyton from my Laid Bare series, which is also going to be updated fairly soon. Enjoy my lovelies!

Warnings: language, use of a sex toy, mutual masturbation.

It’s such a rare thing to have a completely empty house (with the exception of the cat) and have it be so damn quiet, that when my iPad starts lights up and starts chiming with a new FaceTime call, I literally let out what can only be called a squeak and accidentally slop some wine on my blanket and almost knock over the plate of pizza I’d been munching on. Since Lucy and her whole class, not to mention my hot history teacher boyfriend who’s acting as one of the chaperones, are all in DC for the big end of year field trip. They’ll be back in two days, but still, I’ve missed the faces that have been permanent fixtures at home.

I click “accept” and Ari’s handsome face greets me on the screen. “Hey, sweetheart. I’m not interrupting anything am I?” I let out a snort. “Well, unless you count me binging on pizza and wine while watching stand up comedy on Netflix ‘interrupting anything’, then absolutely not. And you know if you were, you’re my favorite kind of interruption.”

I can see that Ari’s in bed, just like me, lounging back on a mountain of pillows. And the bastard is shirtless. “God, I’m exhausted. These damn kids are running us ragged.” he laughs. “Please tell me my little spawn is behaving herself. And also tell me that the kids aren’t playing musical hotel rooms. My heart couldn’t handle it.”

“Lucy’s fine. It’s not like she isn’t already one of the best behaved kids I’ve ever seen or anything. She’s been eating dinner with me every night.” That makes me grin, knowing that Ari and Lucy get along so damn well. Despite her initial mortification and wariness about her mom and her teacher dating, she’s actually become super attached to Ari, and he’s just as crazy about her too. The fact that it secretly drives Ransom up the wall is just the icing on the cake.

“Well it’s not like you guys don’t eat dinner together here every single night.” I tell him. “I know, but it’s different here. She has the option to sit with her friends and eat and hang out, and she decides to come sit with me. It’s sweet.”

I’m trying to pay attention, but the sight of Ari’s bare chest is incredibly distracting. That light dusting of hair, those muscular pecs, his Star of David chain hanging down……”Hey, my eyes are up here.” he jokes. My eyes snap up to the screen and I blush a little bit at being caught. “Don’t act like you didn’t know what you were doing when you decided to call me half naked. This is totally on you.” A thought occurs to me and the words are out of my mouth before my brain can stop them, or even slow them down for that matter. “So, what’s on the bottom half?”

A truly evil smirk appears on his face. “Not a whole lot, actually. You know I like to sleep naked.” I grab a pillow and press it to my face, groaning loudly. I swear to God, since we’ve started having sex, this man has truly ruined me. I never used to be this horny little deviant until he came along. And now if I don’t have sex at least once every other day, I’m nearly foaming at the mouth. It’s embarrassing. Truly.

“Stop. My dick can only get so hard.” I whine. He throws a hand over his chest, laughing his ass off. “Go in the nightstand drawer on my side. I got you a present before I left.” I put my glass of wine on the side table and crawl over the bed to Ari’s side and open the drawer, pulling out the box and reading the front. “You legitimately got me a vibrator that you can control from your phone when you knew you were only going to be gone a week?”

“Well, I figured that one of these nights we could play. And I think you’re just the right amount of needy tonight. What do you say, sweetheart? You wanna give it a whirl?”

Excitement starts bubbling in my belly, and I set the ipad down so I can shimmy out of my leggings and pull my tank top over my head, letting my breasts free. I pick up the box and open it, taking the toy out and inspecting it. It’s a dark purple color with gold embellishments, and looks surprisingly elegant for a sex toy. It’s almost a V shape, with one end that goes inside and vibrates to hit the Gspot, and then the other end fits over the clit to deliver a sucking sensation. I pick up the ipad and look at Ari.

“I’ve never done this before…..so please don’t laugh at me if I end up being completely ridiculous and bad at this.”

“Sweetheart, just relax. Have I ever steered you wrong in the time that we’ve been together?” I roll my eyes, knowing he’s right. “I promised you that I’d introduce you to things and teach you and help you experiment, and this is just another part of that. I’m right here with you, and I’m going to guide you through it, okay?”

“Grab my pillows and I want you to lay with your head at the foot of the bed. Go ahead and prop the ipad up against your pillows so I can get a good view of that perfect little pussy of yours while I’m making you go crazy.” I reach over and grab my airpods and connect them so I can make sure that I can hear all the downright sinful things that Ari likes to bombard me with when we’re together and not have to try and hear him over the sound of the toy.

I lay back on the pillows and get comfortable, enjoying the feeling of the soft down comforter under my naked body and the ceiling fan over the bed making goosebumps prickle across my skin. “How do you feel, sweetheart?” Hearing his sultry voice right in my ear is almost as good as him being right next to me. “Good. Excited.” I breathe out. I run my hands over my skin, ghosting over my tummy and chest, then cupping and squeezing my breasts, tugging on my nipples with a groan. “That’s it, baby. God, I fucking love your tits. Can’t wait to get my mouth on them again, and my hands. I just want to throw you on the bed and worship you until you don’t even know your name anymore.”

In no time at all, I’m drenched and ready. “Go ahead and take the toy and put it inside you. You might have to adjust it a little bit until it feels comfortable. Let me know when you’re all set, okay?” I nod and grab the toy and swipe the part that goes inside me over my dripping lips, coating it in my arousal before slipping it inside. “Oh fuck” I gasp. It’s just large enough for me to feel it, and the ridged head is settling right against my Gspot. I can’t even imagine what it’s going to feel like once Ari starts fucking around with the vibrations. I adjust the front part of the toy so that it’s settled right over my clit. I blow out a breath. “Okay, I’m ready.” I tell Ari.

I watch him pick up his phone and press a few buttons, then I feel a soft sucking sensation on my clit. “Oooh!” I squeak. “How’s it feel?” “Uh-Good. Kind of weird, but good.” He presses another button and the vibration starts deep inside me, making a loud moan tear from my throat. “Holy fuck.” I gasp. “Good girl. There ya go.” he purrs, and goddamn it if that doesn’t make my blood run even hotter.

“God, you’re so fucking beautiful, my girl. So damn good for me. I love that you’ve trusted me enough to teach you what your body is capable of and how good you can feel. You’ve blossomed for me just like a flower opening up. Watching you feel so good gets me so hard, you know that?” I open my eyes and watch as he switches to the back camera so I can see him just like he’s seeing me. His cock is long and thick, standing tall and proud, almost hitting his damn belly button. He takes a few drops of lube from the table next to him and wraps his hand around his length, letting out a hiss as his hand passes over his sensitive head. With his other hand, he adjusts the level on the toy inside me, just a bit, but enough to elicit another deep moan from my throat.

I’m wet enough and the toy has enough suction so that it’ll stay inside of me without me having to hold it, so my hands go back to my breasts and I pinch my nipples harshly, groaning at the feeling. It makes me wish I had grabbed the nipple clamps that Ari had introduced me to. God, that was a fun night.

“Fuck, I can’t wait to get your cock back inside me.” I groan out. As good as this damn toy is making me feel, there’s nothing like the hot throb of him inside me and feeling his thick, warm body pressed against mine, his chest hair rubbing over my nipples making them ache deliciously, his tongue sweeping into my mouth and stealing the very breath from my body. Fuck, I’m so in love with this man. “Is that right? And how do you want my cock inside you?” he groans out. His hand works a little faster over his length, precum dribbling from the tip. His balls tighten and draw up, getting ready to release streams of seed.

“I want-ah!” my abdominal muscles clench hard as Ari ratchets up the intensity again. “Fuck…..I want to ride you. I want your hands on my hips, gripping me so tight I know you’re going to mark me. I want to see you coming apart underneath me, and you fucking up into me so hard I can’t do anything but just take it.”

“Fuck, Peyton, baby, I’m close. Tell me you’re close. I want to see your face when you come for me.” All I can do is nod as I feel myself about to fly over the edge. The camera view changes and I see his beautiful face on the screen. His breath is coming in heavy pants, and I can see the muscles in his arm rippling as he strokes. With a quick tap to increase the suction on my clit, I fall apart, my pussy clenching hard against the vibrator, coating it in my slick. I hear a loud groan and look just in time to see ropes of white streak up Ari’s chest.

I grab the toy and practically yank it out of me when the intensity becomes too much on my overstimulated clit. I pant, trying to catch my breath. “Fuuuuuuck.” I groan into the duvet. I fling my arm out and make contact with the ipad and drag it to me. “Are you still alive over there?” I ask. He chuckles and nods. “Barely, it feels like. My god, I love technology.” he mutters.

“Tell you what, I think when you guys get back, I think I’m gonna send Lucy to someone’s house for a sleepover. Because I honestly don’t think either one of us is going to be quiet when I get my hands on you again.”

“I think that’s the best idea you’ve had today.” he laughs. We stay quiet for a few moments, just staring at each other over the facetime connection and smiling like goofballs. “I love you” he says softly, making me hide part of my face in the covers. I still can’t get used to hearing that from him.

“I love you too.”

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Laid Bare Chapter 2

Pairing: High school history teacher Ari Levinson x single mom OC Peyton Whitmore. Lucy’s Dad (special surprise guest) x Peyton Whitmore (previous) (Written in first person)

Warnings: 18+ because it’s me. Mentions of strip clubs/gentleman’s club and working in one, language, angst (again, it’s me, and I’m a drama slut), fluff, mentions of teen pregnancy, future smut, slow burn. I’m just trying to cover all my bases here, but I’ll add more specific warnings for each chapter going forward.

Warnings for this chapter: language, mentions of drug laced baked goods. That’s it I think for this one. We finally get to meet Lucy’s dad at the end.....

I own nothing but my original characters, Peyton Whitmore and Lucy Whitmore. This is an 18+ story, as stated above. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Please don’t repost my stories and pass them off as your own. It’s a shitty thing to do.

Summary: Peyton Whitmore, a single mom of a 16 year old daughter, takes a job moonlighting at the exclusive gentleman’s club, Club Onyx, to help with the expenses that come with raising a teenager. The money is coming in, there’s more breathing room in the budget, and things are good. Then she meets her daughter’s new high school history teacher and all bets are off.

As always, shout out to my rockstar beta, @what-is-your-plan-today. Without you, I’d never get any writing done.

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Pairing: High school history teacher Ari Levinson x single mom OC Peyton Whitmore. (Written in first person)

Prologue

Chapter One

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Laid Bare Chapter One

Pairing: High school history teacher Ari Levinson x single mom OC Peyton Whitmore. (Written in first person)

Warnings for this chapter: Language, angry mama bear, bullying, girl on girl violence.

Special thanks to my beta readers @what-is-your-plan-today and @spectre-posts. Love you both!

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Blue Christmas- Eleven (Healing)

Pairing: Chris Evans/OC Kelly

Summary: After almost three years of marriage, everyone would tell you that Chris and his wife Kelly are the most stable, solid couple they know. But behind closed doors, things are tense as they keep trying for a baby, to no avail. When a secret threatens to shake their solid marriage to it’s core, will they be able to pick up the pieces?

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Warnings for this chapter: Heavy, heavy angst. Language. Mentions of adultery. Mentions of miscarriage. Pregnancy. Allusions to abortion but nothing is stated outright.

This beast is clocking in at just over 6.7k words. Probably the single longest chapter I've ever written. The tag list for this story was getting out of control, and more than half the people on it had no interaction with the story at all, so I discontinued it. I'm tagging my nearest and dearest though. I may, MAY, create a google form for a new tag list. We'll see.

January 8th (Six days post accident)

The pain meds they give people in the hospital following surgery pack a wallop, especially when given through an IV. They make me have crazy dreams, turn my attention span paper thin, and have the added bonus of turning my brain/mouth filter virtually non-existent.

I’m trying to pay attention to the conversation that Chris is trying to have with me. I really am. To be fair, he knew when he got here an hour ago that I had just gotten another dose.

“What about this one?”

Chris turns the iPad towards me so I can see yet another picture and resume’ of a home health nurse. It was an idea that he was originally against, but both Lisa and Andi, my main nurse, had both suggested that maybe having someone come in for a few hours a day a couple times a week would be a good thing. As much as he wants to do everything he possibly can for you, he also knows he’s only one person. After not hearing a response, and thinking maybe I had dozed off into a narcotic induced nap, he looks up to see me using my good hand to fiddle with the end of the braid that the nurse had put my hair into earlier after the shower that I’d finally been allowed to have after days of bed baths.

Showers used to be glorious things. Water turned up to near scalding levels, music playing loud with me singing loudly (and badly) along, and nice shampoo and shower gel that smells amazing. This was not that. This was an entire process that took nearly an hour, starting with my casted leg and equally casted arm being wrapped in waterproof plastic and ending with me in tears because washing long hair takes two functional hands, and I only had one. There’s zero dignity in having another person give you a shower when you’re a grown woman who’s been showering and bathing by herself for many years now without issue. The nurse had been amazingly sweet and sympathetic and helped me with whatever I couldn’t do on my own (which was a lot), but the whole experience just left me feeling useless and depressed.

A soft touch to my hand brings me back to the present.

“Where’d you go?” he asks softly.

”My hair smells weird.”

He leans forward a bit so he can get a whiff of my hair. “It smells okay to me.”

“It’s not the same. It’s weird, clinical hospital shampoo. It doesn’t smell good like mine.” I lament. “I couldn’t even wash my own hair today. It’s too long, and I couldn’t do it with one hand. I can’t even-”

My voice starts to waver and I look down at my arm that’s laying useless in a sling across my chest. Even my fingers are so swollen and bruised that I couldn’t even put my rings on if I tried. My ring finger, which hasn’t been naked since Chris slipped my engagement ring on it some four and a half years ago, feels very bare and just wrong. Everything about the accident and my injuries keeps hitting me in different ways.

I look over at Chris and then down at the iPad that he’s still holding. “Hire whoever you want. I honestly don’t care, and it’s not like I have any choice in the matter.”

He sighs softly, knowing that this conversation was never going to go over well. He knows that I know that I’m going to need as much help as I can get when I finally get released to go home, but he also knows that being as stubborn and self sufficient as I am, my worst nightmare is having someone have to help me do something as simple as get out of fucking bed.

“This is the one thing that’s happened lately that you do get to choose. I want to get someone that you’re going to like and be comfortable with. I can’t imagine what this is like for you right now, and I’m just trying to make life as easy as it can get when you’re home.”

“I don’t know if I’m going to like someone from a goddamn resume’. As long as they can do the job without fucking me up more than I already am, great.” My back is starting to ache because of the position that I’m laying in, and when I go to slide further up the bed, I’m rewarded with a searing pain in my stomach from the movement pulling at my still healing splenectomy incisions.

“Fuck, honey-”

I fall back on the pillows, irritated as hell and over this damn conversation, and the words fly out of my mouth before I can even think about stopping them.

“Just pick someone! Maybe you’ll get lucky and you’ll get another girl who’s going to fall for the irresistible Chris Evans charm, who has no moral compass and no compunction about sleeping with married men. Then you can throw a shot into her too.”

I watch as his face falls, his hand pulling back from where it’s been resting on my arm and a lump the size of a golf ball forms in my throat. I didn’t mean to say that. I might as well just be wearing a name tag that says Hi, I’m: Here To Make Things Worse. I cover my mouth with my hand and glance up towards the ceiling, trying to blink the tears away before they can fully form.

“I’m…..I’m sorry. I didn’t mean….” I start, but the words don’t want to come out.

“It’s okay.” he tries to assure me.

“No, it’s not.” I look down at the fluffy blue blanket that Chris brought me from home and I play with the slightly frayed edge, ashamed and unable to look at the broken look on his face. “This is a bad idea.”

He pops a shoulder. “Could always hire a male nurse.” he says, raising his eyebrow.

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Laid Bare Chapter 2

Pairing: High school history teacher Ari Levinson x single mom OC Peyton Whitmore. Lucy’s Dad (special surprise guest) x Peyton Whitmore (previous) (Written in first person)

Warnings for this chapter: language, mentions of drug laced baked goods. That’s it I think for this one. We finally get to meet Lucy’s dad at the end.....

As always, shout out to my rockstar beta, @what-is-your-plan-today. Without you, I’d never get any writing done.

At 65 years old, June Mathison may be getting old, but she’s certainly not blind, and right now she’s thanking the good lord above for that fact. She smirks to herself as she grabs the coffee pot and heads over to where the new arrival has just sat down with his newspaper at the counter.

“You know, I’ve owned this bakery for 22 years and I think you’ve officially become our most loyal customer. And I have a feeling it’s not just the coffee and pie that has you coming back.” she says with a knowing grin as she pours him a cup.

“Come on now. Your pie is ridiculously good. Like, crazy good.” he leans in closer to June with a sly smile “Tell me the truth…..there’s crack in it, isn’t there? That’s what keeps the line wrapped around the building most mornings?”

She brings a hand to her ample bust and lets out an over dramatic gasp.

“I would never!” she breathes out, trying not to laugh. “Hold on a second. I know who you’re here for.”

She starts to head towards the back, but turns back after a few steps.

“Not crack, by the way. Meth.”

She smiles to herself as her guest almost chokes on his coffee from laughing so damn hard at the older woman’s bawdy humor.

“Hey, it looks like you have a visitor.”

“Oh yeah?”

I barely look up from the latest batch of the bakery’s famous Christmas cookies that I’m frosting and decorating. This is the fifth batch that I’ve baked and decorated since we opened at 6am, and I’ve got a system going, and I’ll be damned if I’m going to let anyone disrupt the flow. The cookies look perfect, and I look like I lost a fight with a bag of flour.

June raises her eyebrow and gives me a smirk that never means anything good.

“Yeah, Mr. Tall, dark and sexy sitting at the counter out there. Looks like he’s making that spot his second home.”

The second the words come out of her mouth, I squeeze the pastry bag a little too hard and white frosting shoots from the star tip and onto the counter. June bursts out laughing, holding one hand over her mouth, and one over her chest. I toss the bag on the stainless steel prep counter and run my hand down my face and look down at the cookie I just ruined.

“Lucy, you want a cookie?” I call.

“Is that a trick question?” she replies, walking over from the other counter where she’s been scooping cherry filling into danishes. She looks at the cookie that would be perfect except for the giant squirt of icing all over it, and over at June, who’s still laughing her ass off, and then to me.

“Did I miss something?”

“Your future step dad is sitting out there waiting to get some face time with your mom.”

“June! I swear to God, I will throw my apron down and quit right now if you don’t stop. You know he can probably hear you out there, right?!”

I grab a paper towel and wet it down, wiping down my face and chest really quickly to get rid of any stray flour or sugar or anything else that might have gotten on me while I was working.

“What?! Who?! Oh my god, does mom have a secret admirer?” Lucy gasps, running to the swinging door to peek out into the bakery to see who her boss and honorary aunt is talking about. She turns back towards us with her eyes narrowed.

“Oh God, mom, please tell me she’s not talking about Mr. Levinson!”

“I thought you liked him!” I tell her.

“Yeah, as my teacher! Not as your…..” she turns and pretends to retch “your boyfriend.”

I roll my eyes and head towards the door. “He’s not my boyfriend. He’s just a guy. He’s YOUR teacher.”

“Yeah, just a guy who’s drunk his body weight in coffee here over the last couple weeks and really likes the pastries. But I think what he’s really here for are your mom’s buns.” she says, nudging Lucy with her elbow. Lucy and I both facepalm at almost the same time, and it sets off June’s cackling once more.

“Gross.” Lucy mutters, walking back to finish her work.

I put my hand on the door, but turn back towards June at the last second, gesturing to myself. “Am I good? Face, hair?” She gives me a thumbs up and I take a breath, pushing the door open and hoping to God that Ari didn’t hear the ridiculous conversation that just took place.

“Be cool. Don’t be a spaz. Just breathe.” I whisper to myself.

I grab a rag from the sanitizer bucket and start wiping down the counter so I can give my hands something to do and to make it seem like I’m not just out here to talk to Ari instead of being in the back working on baking an assload of Christmas cookies.

“You know,” I say as I wipe the counter right in front of Ari, grinning when he picks up his coffee cup automatically so I can get under it. “This is your third visit this week. People are going to start to talk.” I tease, throwing him a wink.

I watch as he takes a long sip from the coffee cup that looks positively tiny in his big hand and I find myself thinking that no one should look that damn good drinking coffee on a Saturday morning when it’s ten degrees outside.

“So, let them talk. In fact, I think you should let me take you out to dinner, so that way we can give them something really good to talk about. Other than the fact that I’ve become addicted to the methamphetamines that June puts in the pie.” The twinkle of mischief in his eyes has my stomach somersaulting in a way I haven’t felt since I was dating Lucy’s dad.

“Damn it, she told you?!” I cry out in mock outrage.

I take a step back from the counter and stick my hands in the front pocket of the black and red polka dotted apron that I’m wearing.

“You’re relentless, you know that?”

“I prefer to think of it as goal orientated.”

“You’re Lucy’s teacher.” I tell him.

“I’m aware. It’s not like I want to take HER out to dinner. I mean, I guess she can tag along if she wants to….” he says with a grin.

I can’t stop myself from rolling my eyes at him.

“Ari…..I like you. I really do. But my life is….I hate to use the word ‘complicated’ but I can’t think of a better one. It’s been me and Lucy her entire life, and I’ve been perfectly okay with that. I’ve been too busy trying to keep her alive to really worry about dating or relationships or anything like that over the years. My last real ‘relationship’ was when I was 16 and that was with Lucy’s dad. I just…..I don’t know how to do this.”

He sits quietly in front of me, twisting his coffee cup back and forth in front of him for a few moments. “Can I see your phone?”

I pull it out of my apron pocket and unlock it quickly, handing it to him. I watch as he punches in his phone number and adds himself to my contacts.

“Listen, I know you’re busy and you’ve got a life. Trust me, I don’t want to get in the way of that.” He says, standing up and reaches into his wallet to retrieve some bills that he tosses on the counter. “So, I’ll leave the ball in your court. If you ever want to have a night off and get dinner with me, call me. If you’re having a crap day and you just want to vent to someone, call me. If you just want a friend….”

“Call you.” I say softly.

I watch as he pulls on his heavy winter jacket and something starts to ache a little at the thought of him leaving. As much of a surprise as it started out as, seeing Ari and engaging in all the banter and flirting has become the best part of my day when it happens. And I’m not quite sure what to do with that information.

“I’ll see you later, sweetheart. Save me a spot at the counter, yeah?”

I raise an eyebrow at him. “First you want me to go out to dinner with you, and now you want me to save you a piece of prime real estate at the hottest bakery in town? Asking a lot for one day, aren’t you?”

“Maybe, but I like my odds.”

By the time I get home that night at quarter to six, I’m so tired that I don’t even take notice of the rental car with the Massachusetts plates that’s parked on the street in front of the house. I park the car and grab my stuff before hauling ass to the front door to get out of the biting early December air.

I open the front door and step inside, shaking the snow off my coat and slipping my boots off. The house is nice and warm and I’m looking very forward to eating dinner and maybe curling up in front of a fire with some wine and all the crap on the DVR that I haven’t caught up with yet. As I walk into the living room, I hear the sound of laughter coming from the kitchen. Lucy’s laugh I could pick out in a heartbeat….the other one, however….well. I hang my head and make my way towards the kitchen like it’s a death march. I linger in the doorway for a minute, watching father and daughter sitting at the kitchen table, identical brunette heads bent and focusing on Lucy’s cell phone and watching videos on TikTok.

Lucy finally looks up and notices me. “Mom! Hey, you’re home!” she says with a slightly nervous tone.

“Hey hon. Don’t you remember me asking you not to summon demons when I’m not home?” I ask in a sweet voice.

The scoff that comes from her father makes me narrow my eyes at him.

“What are you doing here? You get lost on the way to the country club?”

“Funny. I had some business in the area, and I thought I would stop by and surprise you guys. Lucy said you were working late, so we ordered Chinese for dinner. It should be here any minute.”

Well, he might be an asshole who doesn’t call and just shows up unexpectedly, but at least he ordered dinner to make up for it. I leave them to their own devices while I go upstairs and shower really quickly, washing away the sweat and powdered sugar. After getting changed into sweats and a ratty Led Zeppelin T shirt that I’ve had for years, I head downstairs.

Sitting at the kitchen table, I make it my mission to do some real damage to the container of Chicken Lo Mein in front of me while Lucy and her dad sit and catch up with each other. He hasn’t been here to see us since April of this year, but he is pretty good about calling and FaceTiming her, along with the check I get once a month that gets deposited straight into the account that I have for her when she turns 18. Between that and the trust fund that was set up when she was born (and that she doesn’t know about) she can do whatever the hell strikes her fancy when she gets done with high school. I hope that she’ll decide to go to college and get to have the experiences that I didn’t have a chance to, but as long as she’s doing something that makes her happy, that’s all I want for her.

“So, winter break is coming up in about two weeks.”

I look up and turn my attention towards him. “Good job, you can read a calendar.”

“My parents just bought a place in Aspen and everyone is flying out there for Christmas. I wanted to see what you thought about Lucy coming out there with me for a week.”

“Really?! A whole week?”

Lucy’s excitement is reaching fever pitch and all I can do is sit there feeling like I got punched in the stomach. I blink slowly and try to focus on swallowing the bite of food in my mouth and not choking on it. I listen to our daughter chatter excitedly and I know she’s so stoked over the thought of spending an entire week with her dad that it probably didn’t even register yet that we wouldn’t be together for Christmas if she goes. And he knows damn well that I don’t have the heart to tell her no about spending time with him.

“Babe, why don’t you go take your plate in the living room and watch some TV while me and your dad talk it over?”

Once she loads up her plate with more food (seriously, I don’t even know where she puts it all. She’s like 100 pounds for God’s sake) and heads into the living room, I get up from the table and start getting the leftovers together while seething internally.

“Peyton-”

“Oh, shut up. I don’t want to hear it.” I snap. “We spend Christmas together every year. Me, her, and you, when and if you decide you’re not too busy to show up. And you just roll in here, out of the blue I might add, and offer to take her on this big, fancy Christmas vacation that I’ve never been able to take her on, and rob me of Christmas with my kid?”

“Our kid.” he corrects. “I’d like you to be there too, but we both know that you and my mother would end up trying to kill each other, just how you do every time you’re within 50 feet of each other.”

“Really? ‘Our kid’. You’re only a dad when it’s convenient for you. You think because you call every once in a while and show up a couple times a year and send a check every month, that makes you a dad. She adores you, and in her mind, whatever time you decide you want to spend on her is worth you not being there the rest of the time. And you completely manipulated the situation! You could have called me and discussed this with me, but instead you bring it up right in front of her with no heads up to me, and you get her all excited and fired up, and you know I can’t and won’t say no to her!”

I throw the containers in the fridge and slam the door. I’m so upset and frustrated at the situation while also dealing with the residual huge emotions I have whenever I’m around him, and I know that if I don’t make a quick escape, I’m going to start crying and that’s the last thing I want to do in front of him.

“I’m going to bed. Lucy’s going to want you to stay the night, so you can crash on the couch. Go ahead and book her plane ticket now, I guess. I’m not going to be the bitch who says no to her spending the week in Aspen learning how to snowboard with her dad. So, you win.”

Hours later, I’m still awake when I hear my bedroom door open. The bed dips a moment later and I find myself wishing I slept with a taser under my pillow. I lay on my side facing away from him and stay quiet, hoping he’ll just go away.

“I never meant to come here and piss you off. I know you probably don’t believe that, but it’s the truth. I don’t know how to be a good dad. God knows I didn’t have a shining example to live up to. But I’m trying to be better.” he says softly. “I really am sorry.”

I turn over and take a good long look at him before rolling back over on my side.

“Go be sorry somewhere else, Ransom. And get the fuck out of my bed.”

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Pairing: High school history teacher Ari Levinson x single mom OC Peyton Whitmore. (Written in first person)

You don’t have to do this. There’s got to be other options. Of course there are other options, but none that are going to pay this well…..at least not without severely wounding my pride. I remember when I thought babies were expensive.....turns out they have nothing on teenagers.

I sit in the almost empty parking lot of the club, drumming my fingers against the steering wheel almost obsessively and giving myself an embarrassingly long pep talk.

It’s not a strip club. It’s a gentleman’s club. It’s not dirty or skeevy, and the guys aren’t going to try and grab your tits or ass when you’re on stage. Heather has worked here for four years, and she’s never had anything bad happen. She would never send you to a place where you wouldn’t be safe. You’ve got this. You just need to get out of the fucking car.

Getting pregnant at sixteen hadn’t been part of the plan for anyone. The minute those two pink lines showed up on the pregnancy test, the future I thought I had mapped out for myself disappeared, and I had no idea what it would look like in the future. I was scared shitless, but the moment that Lucy was placed in my arms after a grueling eighteen hour labor, I knew without a single doubt in my mind that I would do whatever it took to give her the best life that I could.

It hadn’t been easy. There were times that I would just sit on the kitchen floor with a squalling infant, me crying right along with her. There were times I wanted to beg someone, anyone, to take this tiny, needy little creature I had spawned far, far away from me so I could just SLEEP. With her father swanning in and out of her life whenever the urge struck, it fell on me to make sure that all of her needs were met and she made it through life relatively normal with all of her limbs still firmly attached.

And now here I was, thirty two years old with my own sixteen year old kid. Lucy is everything a parent could really ask for. She’s smart and funny, sarcastic and quick witted like me, and athletic and sociable like her dad. Growing up with a teenage (not to mention single) mother had taught her early on to grow a thick skin, and it made her incredibly caring and compassionate, especially to her peers who weren’t considered part of “the norm”. She doesn’t ask for a lot and that’s why it makes me want to bust my ass to make sure that when there’s something that she does ask for, I can try my best to make it happen. And honestly, a 16 year old kid wanting to go to to her junior prom and wanting to play softball and do dance aren’t outrageous requests. They’re just expensive.

I’m so in my own head that the knock on my window sends my heart almost barreling out of my chest. The man standing outside of the car chuckles lightly and it takes me a moment to realize that he’s the owner, going from what Heather descried.

Sheepishly, I hit the button to roll down the window and almost cringe at how this is starting.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you. I’m Mark, the owner. Are you Peyton? Heather’s friend?” he asks, keeping a safe distance from the car.

I nod in affirmation

“I saw you sitting out here, and you looked a little nervous, so I thought I’d come introduce myself.”

I take a deep breath and turn off the ignition and grab my small duffel bag off the passenger seat before getting out of the car. I straighten up and shake his hand.

“I’m a little anxious. This is new territory for me, and I’m not quite sure how to handle it.” I admit.

“I’ll tell you what. How about we go inside, I give you a tour, you can tell me a bit about yourself, and I can answer any questions you have? No pressure, no expectations. Don’t think of it as an interview or audition, just think of it as checking the place out. We’ll go from there, okay?” Mark tells me.

Mark and I walk around the club, and I’m impressed by what I see. There’s a long bar running almost the entire length of the club with high backed black velvet cushioned stools cozied up to it. Scattered around the club are glass topped tables with black leather sofas and recliners. It all looks very decadent and fancy, like somewhere rich businessmen would come to enjoy a show instead of drunk frat boys. Even the bathrooms are fancy as hell.

“We cater to more high end clients here. Think more gentleman’s club, but men and women are both welcome. We have a chef and kitchen staff, we have a cigar lounge, we serve top shelf cocktails. We do have rooms in the back for private dances, but dances is as far as it goes, at least in the club. Once you’re outside the building, what you get up to is your business. We have a lot of rules, and we expect both the guests and the employees to follow them. If anyone touches you without your express consent, they’ll be removed from the premises. Any sign of fighting, they’ll be removed. I don’t tolerate any drug use in my club. Heather has worked for me for a couple years, and she spoke very highly of you,”

“Can I be completely honest right now?” I ask Mark as I take in my surroundings.

“Please.”

“I have a daughter. She’s 16, and I’ve raised her pretty much on my own since she was born, which is when I was 16. I’m the assistant manager of a bakery where we live, and we live fairly comfortably, but....I’d like to be able to get her the things that I know she wants but won’t ask for because she knows they’re expensive. I know that other kids make fun of her because she walks to school because I don’t have the extra money for a good used car for her. She wants to go to prom, and I know that’s going to be a small fortune. She’s a good kid, and I want her to have the experiences that I didn’t get to have when I was her age.”

I exhale forcefully, a little embarrassed that I just kind of completely unloaded on this poor man.

“I get it. I have two kids myself, and they’re not cheap. And I grew up with a single mom, so I have nothing but respect for women who do it all on their own.”

By the time I’m in the back changing area, changing into the lingerie I bought for the audition, my nerves have faded a bit, and I think I might actually be able to do this without throwing up. I try to put my nerves out of my head and think about what Heather told me when I was on the phone with her this morning. “Hey, if it helps, just imagine that you’re stripping in front of Chris Evans. I don’t think anyone would be nervous doing that.”

By the time the song ends, I’m actually shocked at how loose my body feels and how I feel kind of....exhilarated. I didn’t think I would actually end up kind of having fun doing this.

“Sorry, I’m sure it’s really obvious that it’s my first time doing anything like this.” I say sheepishly when I walk off the stage after the song ends.

“I can almost guarantee that every dancer or server in a club like this was just like you their first time. It’s nothing to be ashamed of. You’ll get better with time and practice. It’s okay to be nervous at first, but I guarantee that after a few nights, once you get used to it, you’ll be just fine. I have room in the rotation for a few nights a week so if you want it, you’re in.”

I blow out a deep breath. Knowing that this isn’t just a normal, rowdy strip club actually helps my nerves a lot. Well, nobody ever got anywhere without taking risks.

“I’m in.” Mark gives me a bright smile.

“Welcome to Club Onyx.”

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