Only You, Daddy

It was official. Meghan Sage Ross had never been more bored her entire life. This had been by far the most boring twenty minutes of her existence, the proof of the pudding was in the eating as most said- or better yet, the flakes of crumbled tortilla chips perching carelessly on her thighs, chest and some shamelessly decorating the corner of her lips. Yup, it had been an uneasy existence for her, slumping back on the velvet backrest of the couch, basically just as tossed as the scattered cushions. No she wasn't a pretty sight; droopy eyes, pouted lips, crossed legs; and the woman on the end of the line unfortunately, was unbothered and carried on to add more uneasiness to her existence. If only her personal trainer: Kierra, knew that word after word of the details of her ever changing diet plan and exercise regime was quickly getting spilled out of her ears as soon as her words grazed her eardrums, and that at the moment she could only hold the information with the proficiency a sieve has in holding water- then maybe, just maybe Kierra would have ended the call and hopped right back on her elliptical trainer. Then charged her parents extra later when she has to repeat everything to her. "Life sucks." Meghan thought to herself as her eyes went to the open novel she'd been forced to abandon. Life did suck. Those two words were an anthem to Meghan, a daily one she doused her soul with. Kierra Alchamay was in her element, the ability to speak so eloquently and passionately about tinier waists and tighter glutes was what kept her employed after all, she could go on and on and on and on… for the whole day if given the opportunity and, unfortunately, due to her obligations as her client, Meghan had planned on not making her aware that she had not been listening, on purpose for that matter. The plan was simple and required effort even a sloth could afford; just hum along and pretend to be attentive until the call is over. "Ya di ya da ya da, Wednesday is leg day and the day after we will do a bit of High Intensity Interval Training, some yoga and weight training and then you have two days of rest in a week so we don't overwork those muscles… bleh blah bluhh blahh blahh.." Just sigh every now and then because she is expecting your displeasure to be present and hum along. She reminded herself just as she almost zoned out. Those sexy, panty- dampening brutes who occupied her mind with ever delicious thoughts and imagery were calling for her so fiercely….. but she was not as much of a sinner or a lost cause to fantasise about her book daddies in a moment like this. Meghan sighed, trying to keep that puff of air she emitted jadedly inconspicuous. “Any minute now a call will come in and she step back and give me a break.” That was a usual occurrence. Some merciful soul always spared her a few minutes away from Kierra’s torture and this time she had every intention of not picking up when she calls again. Twenty five painful minutes in and Meghan's strategy was working out well for her, until an unspeakably hideous question charged from Kierra's mouth and reared its repulsive heads.