Ruth stops by the table and takes everyone’s food order. Dakota pipes up and orders pineapple juice for all the guys at the table. John laughed. The CG guys and James didn’t understand the joke. The ladies closest to them quietly explained.
We went back to our discussion about overnight workers.
The CG guys start shaking their heads saying, “That’s not right,” in a serious tone.
“No, no it’s not right, but that’s the way it is in the restaurant world. Heck, anywhere that there are minimum wage jobs you’ll find people working hard, crappy jobs to make ends meet,” I say.
“So, the answer is to raise the minimum wage then,” John says.
“I don’t know. Let’s think about that for a moment. Let’s say that the California legislature raises the minimum wage by $3.00 effective next July. What do you think that accomplishes? Those making more than minimum wage won’t get a raise, only the people who are below what will be the new minimum. In addition, companies who usually have 7 employees on duty during the high-volume times will not replace employees as they leave forcing the staff that stays to work short-handed. Instead of having the 7 employees on the clock, they will most likely have only 5. Who here wants to do the work of two extra people for no additional money?” I ask the table.
“Then what’s the answer?” Allison asks.
“I don’t really know. I do understand that those under minimum wage will benefit immediately. However, small business and those employees get hit hard financially. Therefore, I always want our brands to hire substantially above what is the normal wage for any job we offer. Here’s a good example. What do you guys think the going wage is for an armed security guard. Someone who had to get drug tested, pass a deep background check, take and pass a firearm test and pass a physical? Anyone. Anyone have a guess,” I ask.
“$25.00,” Diane says
“No way, that’s too low. I say $40.00,” Belinda says.
“Um, maybe $30.00,” James says.
“How about $50.00,” Amy offers.
“Nope, none of you are right,” I say.
I point to the CG guys. “Care to answer, I know you gentlemen know,” I say.
“About $11-12.00 per hour,” JP says.
“No fucking way,” John says.
“Then why do they do it, David?” Allison asks.
“Everyone is different. Some have children and can’t afford daycare. Some have a family member that needs 24-hour medical care. Some don’t have the schooling nor employment background to qualify for a better position. Some have been forced into bankruptcy which is being used more and more to sidestep hiring people. The list of reasons goes on and on,” I tell everyone.
I point to the two CG guys and ask, “What’s the starting pay for entering the Coast Guard?”
“I think they just raised it to $20,000 annually,” Derrick says.
“Just raised it? What the fuck?” John asked completely floored.
“Well, they do have the on-ship living, but that doesn’t help if you have a spouse and/or child. Someone take their cell phone out and go to their calculator,” I direct.
Dakota has her phone ready.
“Put in 20,000 and divide it by 52. What do you get?” I ask.
“$384.62,” she says.
“Now take that number and divide it by 40, the number of hours in a civilian work week,” I direct.
“$9.62,” She says.
The whole table is stunned.
“Derrick, does the Coast Guard have 40-hour work weeks?” I ask.
“No, not usually. It’s closer to 50-60 hours. More if you’re in a high alert area, say off the coast of Somalia,” He says to the table.
“Dakota, go back to that $384.62 and let’s divide it by 50 hours a week,” I say.
“$7.69,” Dakota says in a low voice.
There was a stunned silence. No one knew quite what to say.
“Look, everyone, I didn’t mean for this to turn into a downer. I just wanted to demonstrate that you don’t know what other people are living. Your smile, your extra couple dollar tip, your assistance, hell even just saying Thank You will mean something very special to someone. It might just change their day. You never ever know,” I tell everyone.
Just as I say that Ruth begins to deliver the food. For the first few minutes of everyone eating, the table was silent.
At some point, the table begins to sound more like it should. Various small conversations all around me. I just smile thinking to myself ‘thank goodness’ as everyone got past my downer conversation.
I put my arm around Dakota telling her how sexy she looks. “You must be delirious. I’m a wreck,” She says to me smiling. I just lean in and kiss her.
I ask the table if they have enjoyed the concert and the after-party so far. Everyone agrees that they are enjoying the events. I assure them that no one must go home, and the party will continue when we return to the Commune.
I see everyone smiling.
As Ruth came over to the table to start collecting empty dishes, everyone and I do mean everyone said in unison,” THANK YOU RUTH!” She smiled a big smile.
Picking up the bill, I handed it to John. “Here, use your new card and pay the bill. Leave Ruth a $100 tip,” I tell him. He smiles taking the bill from me and walks over to the cash register to pay. I knew he needed permission to use the card the first time. I looked at Jennifer who was smiling from ear to ear.
When he returned, he handed me the receipt. I just folded it up and put it in my pocket thanking him for taking care of that for me.
We all got up. Jennifer, Amy, and Belinda began stacking the dishes and assembling the glassware to make it easier for Ruth to clean the table after we leave. This made me proud of our group. My downer chat had an immediate effect.
I herded us back out to the cars.
CHAPTER 2
When we arrived back at the Commune, I noticed the clock on the dash telling me it was 4:54am. I thought to myself, where did the time go?
I saw clothes coming back off before we even got inside. Heck, Dakota was nearly naked before she even unlocked the door.
Diane came over to me asking for some play time with me…. just me. I took her by the hand and walked her to my bedroom.
Once inside, she hugged me tightly. I reached around her and hugged back. Our lips met in an erotic kiss. I picked her up and laid her on the bed. She began undressing quickly as did I standing at the edge of the bed.
When I was completely naked, I climbed into bed with her putting my arms around her, pulling her tight, kissing her. She responded in kind.
“I told James that I wrote you a letter. He didn’t say a word. I’m worried that he’s mad at me,” She says as we lay there in an embrace.
“Did he ask for the ring back? Did he show signs of anger? Did he make you feel as if you were no longer THE most important person in his life? If the answers are NO to all of these, then you’re overthinking it. Stop tormenting yourself. John has no filter from his brain to his mouth. One of the things that I really like about his is that you always know where you stand with him,” I tell her in a heartfelt manner.
“Oh, Daddy, how did I ever get so lucky to have you in my life? You are so easy to talk to,” She tells me.
I kiss her passionately. I pull her tightly to my body. As we part the kiss, I begin to kiss her neck which elicits a soft moan from her.
“Daddy make love to me…. please,” She pleads.
I begin kissing down from her neck to her small but pert chest. I lick the boobs. I suck the nipples. I even playfully bite them. She squealed a bit when I bit the nipples.
In the distance, I faintly hear the twins arguing about whose turn it is to get fucked by John. I just smile and keep my attention to my lover in my bed.
I work my way down her flat stomach to her delicious womanhood. I gently push myself between her legs and position my face over her beautifully shaved pussy. I lean in and take a deep inhale of her wonderful musky scent before I begin my oral assault on her.
My tongue first begins to lick on her clit. This generates a low guttural moan from her. I lick her lips, parting them with my tongue. I lick from the top of the slit all the way down to her taint.
Almost immediately, she begins producing copious amounts of woman juice, which I suck into my mouth readily.
She begins moaning louder as I continue my oral assault.
I begin to piston my tongue in and out of her woman folds. She is now writhing trying desperately to thrust her hips into my face so my tongue may find its way deeper into her. I begin to suck on her clit which had the desired effect causing her to reach her first large and very loud orgasm,
“OH FUCK DADDY…. YOU’RE MAKING …. MEEEEEEE CUUUUUUMMMMMMM,” she says in an orgasmic manner.
She adds on, “Daddy, I am fucking in love with you,” in a bit lower voice.
I get up on my knees and move my pelvis towards her. I place my hard cock at the entrance to her sex. I reach down and gently guide myself into her. Taking long deep strokes, I push in and out of her.
I could feel her womanhood grasp me and try to milk me for everything I might have. I let myself fall forward continuing to slowly move my manhood in and out of her.
She reaches a second orgasm, “OH FUCK ME, DADDY. YOU ALWAYS MAKE ME FEEL SO DAMN GOOD. I FUCKING LOVE YOU, DADDY,” she says in her orgasmic state of mind.
I whisper in her ear, “I fucking love you to my darling,” in a low heartfelt tone.
She kisses me hard.
Our bodies stay intertwined with me continually thrusting myself in and out of her, long and slow.
After several minutes, she announces another orgasm, “Daddy, how do you keep making me cum so hard?”
“It’s because we love each other,” I whisper in her ear. She smiles before she kisses me hard again.
I know that my own orgasm isn’t too far away. Diane reaches her third orgasm. This time she just mumbles some incoherent words at me.
As I feel that all to familiar twinge in my balls, I begin to thrust into her and hold it deep into her for seconds at a time. She moans one long moan as I hold myself in deep.
I thrust into her one last time as I feel my balls tighten up and I begin to orgasm. “Diane, darling, Daddy loves you so, so much,” I say to her looking her directly in her eyes.
I shoot rope after rope into her. She responds with yet another orgasm, “I love you so much Daddy,” she says through several gasps of breath.
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