Is It Casual Now?

Is it casual now?

With apologies to Chapell Roan

Copyright © Catcher78 all rights reserved.

Author's Notes: This is a story about being second class in a relationship and embarrassing your lover. Some kind of shame. There is no under age sex here at all.

I was living with my boyfriend in my condo that my Grammy left me, when she passed. I was only fourteen when that happened.

I was attending Seattle Central Community College culinary arts program, and working as a prep cook at the White Swan restaurant at a marina, on South Lake Union.

My name is Tedi Moss, my birth name was Tedi Benedict, but my mom dumped my dad for this rich, creepy techie, when I was a toddler and techie fuck adopted me.

I'd only recently got to see my dad, because the restraining order was lifted when I was eighteen.

The techie fuck, (adopted dad) had pushed a bunch of child porn on my dad's laptop, while mom was cheating on dad, that way she got custody and he could adopt me. He was/is a total perv, he had cameras in my room so he could watch me.

It's not like I ever did anything.

My mom loved my boyfriend, or at least she gushed about him whenever he came by to get me, his dad worked for Google over in Fremont, right next to Facebook.

She had a tubal ligation after I was born, so she could fuck around on first dad, then techie fuck and spend his money. She had slut friends and she'd chortle on the phone that techie fuck, didn't make her sign a prenuptial agreement.

All the power went out at the marina, because they cut a line working on the South Lake Union Transit train. I rode my bike from my condo to work, I could also break it down, to fit into my old Isuzu Trooper's trunk. Dad gave it to me. He fixes them and resells them.

Mom's BMW M5 sedan, that techie fuck bought her for $130,000, was parked blocking my Trooper, I broke my bike down and put it in the trunk. My condo is above a convenience store on East Lynn Street. There were old houseboats, tethered to the shore across the street. I unlocked my door and the house reeked of weed.

I have asthma, so that's a hard no go for me. Plus, it was impossible to get rid of the stink. Dave was my boyfriend, our sex life had dwindled a bit, fucking was non-existent and had been for a couple of months. I thought he was fucking one of my girlfriends from Holy Names. She was almost as hot as me. But it was not her.

"You like mommies big tiddies? Fuck me big boy, mommy loves your big horse cock. Davie boy would much rather fuck a woman than a girl wouldn't he? Fuck mommy's cunt fill it up baby, you know Mommy loves you."

Now that was fucking off the charts weird, 'Mommy loves you' techie fuck will love being cucked by an eighteen-year-old. Stopped the recording on my smart phone and sent the video in two pieces, to mom's phone, techie fuck's phone, dad's phone, my mom's parents and Davie's mom.

I had two pitchers for the in the fridge water purifier, that were full of water and right when Davie looked like he was going to nut, I poured both pitchers on them both.

They had the temerity to get mad at me and I started filming them again, she said, "Turn that off Tedi before you get in trouble."

David was more succinct. "You fucking bitch."

I said. "Wait, wait guys. I think the reaction to the first video, should tell us if America's funniest home videos, will want a follow up."

Rising to my six foot height, six foot four in my red open toed pumps, I screamed,

"Get the fuck out of my house and never, ever come back."

"You are one sick bitch, dad was right. Techie fuck is going to fuck you up, Purdy women's prison, will be where you end up. 'You love mommy' David, you get that at home too, she'll be so jealous, does she have fake tits too?"

They quickly left. I locked the front door, called Dad and asked him if he'd seen it yet.

He was quiet, I could hear it playing on his smart phone. He said, "fuck, I'm sorry Tedi."

"Daddy I need to change out the locks to the condo and the Trooper. What do I do?"

"I'll be over in a couple of hours. I know a guy."

"Thanks daddy." He would always say, I know a guy and he would bring him by, or he'd fix it himself. He completely redid the plumbing and electrical, sanded and refinished the wide plank fir floors, put in a range top and a convection oven. I live above a convenience old grocery store called Pete's Supermarket. I owned the building and there were two condos. I lived in the top floor, two thousand square feet, there was a fire place and three bedrooms. There was a thirty-five-year-old woman Olivia, with a little girl named Alina, widowed actually, who I'd baby sit for on my nights off.

That's when I knew, that David and me were drifting into the friend zone. I would never, ever let Olivia know how I felt, but the first time I saw her, I was too shy to look at her, I blushed and my heart pounded. Alina and I drew pictures and watched Disney movies. I made her toasted cheese sammies and homemade tomato soup.

Alina would stay overnight, because Olivia would come home and get totally wrecked by whomever she was with. One guy, two guys, a guy and a woman, two woman.

She had red hair, heart shaped lips, one double chin, huge tits, her ass and legs were a bit on the big side, she was funny, loving and I was so deeply in love with her.

Speaking of friend zone, I was double parked. Alina would fall asleep and I'd put her down in my bed, close the door l had a little baby cam so I could hear her, speaking of my heart being stolen, I so wanted to be Alina's mom. I was reading her favorite book to her, 'Are You My Mama?' for the tenth time, making the noises for the cat, the dog, cow and the 'Snort' and when she buried her head against my neck and she said, "I love you Tedi, you're like my mama too."

I slowly rocked her as my face was awash in tears.

I knew this was coming, but hoped against hope, that there would be a miracle for me. One night Olivia invited me down for dessert and there was this huge hulking man named Jackson, who was nice, funny and kind, he had a huge dick. You could see it outlined on his trouser.

I hated his guts, I had just watched this Netflix Show called, 'I'm Not Alright With All Of This' and the main character could fuck people up, just by thinking about them, I squinched my eyes hoping a hole would open in his femoral artery and he'd quietly bleed out, I didn't want his head to blow up.

But it didn't, they were going to get married and she wanted me to be her maid of honor.

I did my best and they got married, he had a mansion near Sand Point, north of University Village, and nearby Children's Orthopedic Hospital.

I was done with culinary school and a line chef. I hardly ever saw Olivia or Alina anymore. I was totally out now, not that anyone cared, except Dad, who told me to find a nice girl.

Mostly I'd go to the Wild Rose and hook up, I was looking to meet the "one" and the Wild Rose mostly was about dykes and submissives. I just wanted someone to love and that club was mostly older chicks, wanting to cheat on their wives, or husbands.

I was on eHarmony and Match, and there were so many beautiful women. I started watching Netflix's Queer Ultimatum show and was absolutely flabbergasted, so much heartbreak and love, both. There was this girl with ginormous tits, she was so sweet and her partner fucked this woman who was a complete, bullshit skank, at least in my heart. Titsy seemed to be getting back with her partner, (who was this gorgeous Hawaiian girl and a totally shy sweetie who the skank seduced) and they were falling in love again. Meanwhile the skanks original partner, who presented masculine, but was totally sensuous, fell in love with this older Latina. There was this beautiful, black ebony girl, very masculine but so sweet and who was devastated that his Latina partner, had fallen for the skank's original partner. I cannot imagine being on that show and having my heart broken, again. But still, it was riveting to watch, I'd fuck my pillow when Titsy and her sweetie's segments were on. I liked both of them, but I was enthralled by Titsy. Sigh.

Mom was on Fansly and OnlyFans both, mostly with boys. What a total sleaze, Techie fuck had divorced her and got away with most of his fortune intact, citing infidelity.

It'd been almost a year since I'd seen or talked to Alina and Olivia. I broke down and got some therapy, it was good for me, I ghosted the dating apps, not responding to inquiries.

My therapist was a straight, older married woman, with four kids and six grandchildren. About half way through the year, after an intense dialog about mom fucking my boyfriend and Olivia getting married, is where I lost it, because I was still grieving the loss of Olivia and Alina and how I blamed myself for that loss. I stated that Olivia had fucked so many men and women, and was probably cheating on Jackson, I mean, it was probably just the money and not me. Right?

I realized that she loved only herself and her pocket book, I didn't need another sleazy cunt in my life, although I did yearn to be Alina's mom.

My therapist, Mrs. Robinson, (she assured me she had nothing to do with the movie) had me do this affirmation about myself, I came up with, I was a good line chef, who liked kids and I stalled out, then shrugged my shoulders.

She said, "I see this stunningly beautiful young woman, who with a phone call I could connect to Ford Models and within three months, you'd be walking the line in Paris, and New York."

I could not breathe for the sound of my heart pounding. She opened a drawer, pulled out what looked like a scrap book and she sat next to me, there she was in a photo with Jerry Hall, at a Chanel show and another where Bianca Jagger, was sitting on her lap kissing her, cupping her face.

"Are you bi-sexual?" I asked, my eyes wide open, like my soul had been goosed.

"I was not married, so I had several girl friends and hook ups. Being around so many beautiful women, and so many of them are predatory."

She walked back to her desk and started dialing her phone. "Christine, hey it's Franny Robinson, yes I've got another grandkid... yes it's a girl. It's so much fun. Say I've got someone for you, her name is Tedi Benedict, she's twenty-three, six foot one I'd guess, long neck, stunningly beautiful, red hair, one hundred and twenty five pounds, if that."

She looked at me and I whispered, "one twenty."

"I've sent you girls before and they've all made you money, right?"

She continued, "She's lesbian, no partners. She might be the most beautiful woman alive right now, picture Zendaya, with red hair."

"A-Cup, incredible legs and her ass and back, she'll be your number one if you don't screw her up, or marry her. Yes I know you're married, I know about all the rest, you little slut," she said that last bit cackling.

"Friday in LA? Sure I can do that."

"You're it now sweetie, I mean it. You will be in Paris, and New York, in three months. Look at me damn it, now! For three months you're a fucking nun. Understand me? Get yourself off. Once you're in Paris, and New York, you'll be a fucking movie star."

I said, "No way!"

"I hooked up with all kinds of rich movie stars, supposedly straight, English, French and American. Don't ask who, it helped that I can touch my nose with my tongue."

The weeks in Los Angles, I was a nun and I would not look in the eye of any of the makeup artists, or the Ford women who were thirty to fifty or so and all so fucking hot, but I learned the strut and the fuck me look, in five inch heels, stilettos, or pumps.

Franny was right, I was in Paris and working for Christian Dior, Chanel, Jean Paul Gualtier, Gucci and Versace. Ford was now owned by this Brazilian business magnate, Decio Restelli-Ribeiro, I met him in Paris. I've sort of started to pick up French, but his main language is Portuguese, so I just smiled. Finally, he switched to English, "Did you understand what I said?"

I said, "No I did not, I'm just a poor girl from Seattle, this is all kind of a dream."

He threw his head back and laughed, "I like you. No drugs, okay, are we clear?"

I said, "Never, ever, I was a chef when you found me."

"What kind of chef?"

"I was a line chef in a one star restaurant, primarily seafood. Have you ever been to Seattle?"

He nodded yes, "Gates Foundation."

"White Swan on South Lake Union."

He asked. "What can you do with a fish?"

He was a foodie, so I said, "I can break down a fifty-pound Halibut in ten minutes, bigger fish than that, they have worms and lice. I buy from Pacific Fish, at four in the morning, last day at work, we had Copper River Sockeye and two white King Salmon, from the Elwa River. They were lined up around the block, filets for the Sockeye and I steaked out the white Kings. Geoducks, Olympia oysters and Quilcenes too. We even had abalone."

He stared at me and asked, "Dover sole?"

I said, "of course but why?"

He burst out loud with a guffaw.

"Okay, something different."

"Smelt of course, salt and olive oil, or deep fried. They are our anchovies. Then mackerel which are my favorite."

He got close, I was six foot six in heels and he looked up at me. "Do you have a place to live here?"

I shook my head no.

"I'll take care of that for you, can't have you living in a whore house. You're way too important and are making too much money for us. Did you give us a bank, for depositing your pay in?"

I said, "Boeing Employees Credit Union, they take care of Dad and me."

He said. "Okay for now. Do you know how much money you make now?"

"Well, so far we bill you to the four houses, one hundred thousand dollars a day. Now after three months, you have half a million dollars in your account."

I felt the lights go dim and I didn't hear anything. I woke to this horrible smell in my nose, my heart was pounding, then he was carrying me and I was on the couch, there was a doctor speaking accented English.

"I'm going to pull you up a bit and I give you some water through a straw, okay?"

It was cool on my throat. Then he said. "Please take some Pomme, err, apple juice, your blood sugar levels are way too low."

Then Mr. Ribeiro said. "When was the last time you ate anything?"

"I had some toast and grapes, umm Monday."

He said. "You're perfect, you must eat every day."

"Oh no, these girls are so beautiful and I'm fat."

"Listen to me little girl. I'm not going to lose you, you're going to do this for a long time and have a wonderful life. You will eat a normal amount of food every day, you will have a cook with you and someone to ease you into this life. Okay?"

I whispered. "Thank you, I've been trying my hardest for you. Just like Frannie told me to do."

I was put into a lovely apartment, in the fifth arrondissement, I had a Stairmaster and an incredible French lady, who made bistro food and was in her mid-thirties, married, but was French. So I became her side piece, she fucked me senseless and taught me French, of course, I fell so hard for her. I told her I loved her and she shushed me, but I did, hopelessly, then her husband who was a soldier, who had been fighting somewhere came back, she became pregnant and that was over. Déjà vu all over again.

I had done nothing wrong and knew it, it still hurt bad. I got another cook, this time she was a grandmother and so kind.

I was doing a show in London, and stuck my tongue out at this very big time movie star, who is married to an American, they have two girls. After the show I got two dozen red roses from her, with a card to meet her at her home in Walthamstow, in East London, she was very submissive, I ate her ass and pulled on her nipples, while I was doing it she collapsed on her face, quivering with an orgasm, then I banged her. He was finishing some shoot and she said, her husband had been a pill since her and Ryan Gosling did 'The fall guy.' She let slip that Gosling had an enormous 'prick', supposedly Blake Lively chased after her hubby, after her fling. I stopped after she came again and asked. "Does your husband have a small penis?"

"Oh God no, I'm a bit of a size queen, it's just the scene and I had not been fucked in forever, he was there and against me, then he was in me, we fucked like rabbits, our bodies fit perfectly, it's edited of course but it's in the movie."

Then I asked. "Why this, with me?"

She said. "My husband has not fucked me in a year and you're so gorgeous, literally the most beautiful woman alive."

She started crying, so I hugged her and shushed her, then we tribbed, our cunts all mashed together.

So that became a regular thing and I fell hard for her, miracle upon miracle she loved me too. I still did shows and I'd come and go. They were not going to get a divorce and their girls loved me. We went to see Chappell Roan, in Leeds, and her first song was:

'My friends call me a loser

Cause I'm still hanging around

I've heard so many rumors

That I'm just a girl that you bang on your couch

I thought you thought of me better

Someone you couldn't lose

You said, "We're not together"

So now when we kiss, I have anger issues

You said, "Baby, no attachment"

But we're

Knee deep in the passenger seat, and you're eating me out

Is it casual now?

Two weeks, and your mom invites me to her house on Long Beach

Is it casual now?

I know what you tell your friends

It's casual, if it's casual now

Then, baby, get me off again

If it's casual, it's casual now

Dumb love, I love being stupid

Dream of us in a year

Maybe we'd have an apartment

And you'd show me off to your friends at the pier

I know, "Baby, no attachment"

But we're

Knee deep in the passenger seat, and you're eating me out

Is it casual now?

Two weeks, and your mom invites me to her house on Long Beach

Is it casual now?

I know what you tell your friends

It's casual, if it's casual now

Then, baby, get me off again

If it's casual

It's hard being casual

When my favorite bra lives in your dresser

And it's hard being casual

When I'm on the phone talking down your sister

And I try to be the chill girl

That holds her tongue and gives you space

I try to be the chill girl

But honestly, I'm not

Knee deep in the passenger seat, and you're eating me out

Two weeks, and your mom invites me to her Long Beach house

I know what you tell your friends

Baby, get me off again

I fucked you in the bathroom when we went to dinner

Your parents at the table, you wonder why I'm bitter

Bragging to your friends, I get off when you hit it

I hate to tell the truth, but I'm sorry, dude, you didn't

I hate that I let this drag on so long, now I hate myself

Hate that I let this drag on so long, you can go to hell

End is it casual now.