The Passion Agency (3 page)

Brea came home. She did her usual of not saying much
to the people there and went right to the fridge to search out a
snack. Chris came into the kitchen and playfully bumped into her on
his way by to get a glass from the cupboard.

For the first time in weeks that Chris could recall,
he saw skinny little Brea smile. He invited her out back to chill
and share a bong. They did and after she got high, he put a lip
lock on her. She reciprocated.

Before long they were in her bedroom and the former
pro jock was peeling off Brea’s clothes. They made love a couple
times. Each time, they separated a few minutes after and went about
their way. There was little discussion beyond clarifying that they
wouldn’t be letting this get out to anyone.

Brea loved the feeling of his large muscular frame
cradling her and putting her into different positions. He loved
that it passed the time for a few hours and she was so young and
tight.

It was indulgence in their carnal pleasures and
nothing more.

As strong-willed as Brea could appear, her clothes
would come off for him almost instantly every time she got home
from school. They’d go on and off for a couple hours, then part. No
cuddling or tender kissing in between. Not that the the love making
was distant or hurtful. On the contrary. She loved it really slow
from him and he loved that she loved it.

“He is so attentive when we’re doing it,” she told a
surprised but not indignant Lacey one day when they were smoking.
“I feel like I am the most important thing in the world. It is
totally addicting.”

“Are you sure your mom won’t find out?” Lacey
asked.

“No, but I am not worried about it,” Brea said with
no indication she was worried about it. “I don’t think they are in
love. My mom doesn’t seem like she cares to be much of a lover
anymore. She’s gotten all frumpy. Put on weight everywhere. She
comes home all dog tired and doesn’t seem like she cares to fuck
anymore.”

Brea was not above rationalizations for behavior
which by most measures was wrong, not to mention completely
self-indulgent. But this was her self-centered side. Her heart was
never in much of anything for herself, so forget it ever being in
anything for others.

Donna’s passionate nature didn’t run to her daughter
except in one distinct area. Chris could attest to the
similarities.

“The daughter isn’t near as good a lay,” he told one
of his buddies who still worked for the Lakers. “But she’ll do
whatever I ask and looks pretty hot naked.”

Right before the whole sordid thing came to light, it
was clear Brea was struggling with the emotional aspect of
everything that was happening.

She talked with another friend she knew from high
school whom she was not as tight with. She said she thought she
might have been falling in love with her liaison partner. The
obvious carelessness of sharing that sort of information with
someone she didn’t fully trust or know, indicated that Breat was a
confused young woman.

When the girl began to blab it to another friend or
two, things got up the chain fast. It was a sordid live triangle.
Here was a “sort of” celebrity, a student, and that student’s mom
who was well-known and well-liked.

A a woman who worked for the City who had a neice at
Brea's school,circulated things to the degree it made it’s way over
to Donna one day. That’s just how things worked with sex, secrets,
and well-known people.

None of what she heard surprised Donna.

Her ego was bruised. But the normal parental type
response when you have a man staying in your house preying on a
young girl barely of age, would be some level of concern for your
daughter. Maybe also some rage for being cheated on.

Donna wasn’t even too sure she was interested in
putting a stop to it.

But She did want to see them squirm and feel the
ultimate embarrassment. After all, she was working three jobs
keeping food on the table. They were contributing nothing and
fooling around behind her back. She had to do something and make
them feel some pain.

If doing things like this indicated someone who was
not engaged in the normal duties and responsibilities of being a
good parent, Donna didn’t care. She never pretended to be one.

Her plan was hatched.

Chapter 3--Dream On Dream On

With the day off already arranged, Donna was betting
that Chris and Breat having sex was a pretty regular
occurrence.

The funny thing is she wanted to ask how her blabbing
co-worker how long the affair had been going on., but thought that
it would make it look like she wasn’t properly outraged.

News getting around that she didn’t seem upset would
just invite more gossip.

Donna was hurt, but there wasn’t any deep animosity.
It bothered her mostly that these were two freeloaders being highly
disrespectful to her and her hard work.

She worked really hard doing things she totally
hated. People had better respect the time that went into that
discomfort and the grit it took to not totally give up.

She spent the morning the day before piecing together
the contingencies. She needed to guarantee that Chris the couch
potato was gone for a significant amount of time during the
morning. She was flying blind a little bit on where these trysts
were taking place, but she assumed it was in Brea’s room because a
woman could always tell if if there was funny business going on in
her bedroom. She scrolled through her memory bank and nothing stood
out. So it had to be Brea’s room.

She had a friend who worked in the city call and
invite Chris to a mixer at ESPN Zone downtown near Staples Center
where the Lakers play and dropped a couple big names who would also
be attending. Chris, in his perpetual laziness, always thought
there was huge value in being at places where other much more
accomplished famous people were. Even though he was years removed
from an NBA career, he was still hitting the parties and
get-togethers and still reaping nothing from it.

Maybe it was the lack of action on the follow-up.
When an opportunity presented itself but it seemed a little too
much like work, he would just blow it off. Better to keeping
smoking down, nailing one of his many willing women, and dreaming
about hitting it big away from the game.

Donna’s friend agreed to set up Chris and get him
downtown for the morning because she had been two-timed by him as
well. Something she shared with Donna as she gleefully agreed to
help out.

He returned home to Donna’s place (he hadn’t had his
own apartment or house for two years) at about noon seething that
he had been duped. He needed to chill and hopefully Brea would be
coming in around two from school. He went out back on the patio,
took a seat in a small wobbly unbalanced iron chair, and got high
on some fresh stuff he’d picked up Northwest of USC in a little
neighborhood he hung out in off the Santa Monica freeway.

He heard a bump from the direction of Brea’s room but
was too tired out to get up and check.

He decided to have a sandwich and maybe a grab a nap
before his little lover returned from school.

He often sat and contemplated the idea of getting
caught by Donna. He felt like he could talk her into letting him
stay no matter what. His level of respect for her and her authority
was beyond low.

He went in and flipped on the TV, setting it to Fox
Sports LA, and turned the sound down.

The cat wouldn’t leave him alone as he tried to grab
some quick recharging shut-eye.

“Weird,” Chris said to himself. “Damn thing always
hides out in one of the bedrooms.”

His stoned state meant he wasn’t moving fast enough
mentally to put this oddity together with the strange loud bump
noise he’d heard from the direction of Brea’s room earlier. He
calmly nodded off with the window’s open on a sweet, slightly
breezy Southern California day in September.

Brea came walking in about her usual time and put her
books on the kitchen table loud enough to hopefully get some
physical acknowledgement from Chris she was home.

She’d spent the day fending off a couple more
advances from “little boys” (as she referred to them) from her
school. Her interest in boys was never lower. After all, she looked
forward only to the physical pleasures and emotional high of making
love with Chris everyday soon after she walked in the door.

She finally spoke up when she noticed Chris wasn’t
even acting like she was there.

“I want that big crank of yours,” she said. “Mommy
has had a long day.”

Donna could overhear all of it and she started to
seeth because it was the very phrase she would utter after a hard
day’s work.

“Little bitch is mocking me even,” she thought.

Then she started to smile knowing what was about to
come would make it all the more sweet.

Within a few minutes she could hear Chris moan and
say “Oh yeah…” over and over.

Then after a few more minutes, footsteps coming
towards Brea’s room. From her vantage point, she could see only one
set of bare feet: They belonged to Chris. Then right away there was
a deep and fairly loud recoil of Brea’s twin sized mattress.

“You been eating more girl?” Chris teased her. “You
seem heavier.”

Bread giggled but said nothing.

Chris’ voice tone became more serious.

“You still on the pill right?” Donna saw Chris’ feet
launch to his tip toes as he was clearly leaning forward onto the
bed.

Donna rolled over slightly to get a better angle and
grabbed both of Chris’ feet.

He jumped forward onto the bed and out of being
inside Brea.

“What the fuck?!” he yelled.

Donna popped up from under the bed with a smirk on
her face and came almost instantaneously to her feet.

“I want you all to know, the gravy train of free is
over,” she said in a clear unemotional tone that was all business.
“I am going to need some rent or I’ll have Carl get busy with
eviction papers. You better start coming up with ideas.”

She turned and walked away feeling as empowered as
she ever had in her life. She had just given her supposed boyfriend
and her daughter the shock of their lives. They lay there totally
naked, both physically and mentally, on her daughter’s bed.

“By all means,” Donna said walking through threshold
and turning right. “Finish what you had going. Don’t mind me.”

Chapter 4-- The Streets of Gold

“You did what?!” her co-worker who had given Donna
the tip couldn’t believe her ears.

There was something about what Donna did that seemed
to open her world. It made her almost sociopathic in her lack of
concern for social norms and what other’s thought.

That wasn’t why she hid under her daughter’s bed and
surprised her and her lover who also happened to be Donna's current
boyfriend. She didn’t seek much in the way of results beyond making
sure those two knew it was time to pay up or move out. She also
wanted to shock them a little. Hopefully at the very least, they
would remember it.

Actually that afternoon after she walked out the door
and left Brea and Chris behind, she hopped in the car and went for
a drive west out towards the beach. There was this thing that went
off inside her. A realization. She knew that if she could look at
what she had just seen, keep her composure enough to do what she
did, she might have had more courage and power than she previously
knew.

When her mom drove off, Brea laid back on her bed but
didn’t put her clothes on. She didn’t pay it much mind herself
either. The surprise really took her for a ride, but in an odd way
it normalized the relationship with her mom.

Brea had always been about avoiding conflict. If
anything would have instigated conflict between mother and
daughter, getting caught like that would have been it.

Instead Donna sent the clear message, intended or
not, that she was not going to let the relationship fall into
something filled with hate, regret, and general discomfort.

Donna served notice that even though discomfort would
be part of their interactions for quite some time, the relationship
would carry on and carry on under the terms of Donna’s
choosing.

To Donna’s coworker, this all seemed odd but she
wasn’t going to pass judgment. She wasn’t going to do that to
Donna’s face anyway. Now was time for fact-finding for some future
gossip.

“You held it together girl,” the co-worker said. “I
am super impressed.”

Donna wasn’t totally impressed after the fact. She
had the big picture in mind and when she let that rule her behavior
in the moment, it kept her composure for her. Automatically.

“I don’t know,” Donna said acting like it didn’t feel
like any big deal. “I was just really relaxed. I don’t hate my
daughter. She’s just a kid. Besides so is Chris clearly. They
deserve each other. She’ll get sick of him and dump him when she
becomes a woman. He won’t dump her because he’s isn’t with her.
He’s with whomever he can grab onto with minimal effort. It was me,
now it’s Brea.”