No Parking — A Hit and Run Story
By The Ethical Hypnotist
Chapter Two: The Family Vasquez
Zoey was sitting in her jammies on the couch as he unbolted the door to the training room, typing away at her laptop and drinking coffee. “Morning Nicky!” She rose to kiss him, a little peck on the lips. “How was class?”
Dom wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her close. “Sometimes my teacher’s a real beast.”
“Be nice, Nicky—Margot’s our friend.” Zoey wrapped her arms around Dominick’s neck, giving him her best bedroom eyes. “But you must be so hot and sweaty after your workout. How about we clean up?”
Dominick nodded, kissed his wife deeply. “Should we get Lola?”
Zoey shook her head playfully. “Lola’s working. Besides, she’s got a slave to take care of her. So do you, actually. I’m the only one in the house without somebody to boss around. So march your ass into the shower!”
“Of course, mistress.”
Zoey moaned, hot water pouring down her naked body, back against the wall, hands buried in Dominick’s black hair as he knelt before her, lapping at her sex. The huge bathroom filled with steam as he worked, his wife panting and babbling, legs shaking.
“OhfuckOhgodJustlikethatOhnickyOhgod..”
She bit down on a fist as she came, muffling her cries. Zoey’s legs gave way and she slid down the wet tile, into Dom’s arms. He held her while she came back to reality.
“Did I please you, mistress?”
Zoey wrinkled her nose at Dom and tweaked one of his nipples, making him jump. “Shut up and lay back, dummy. We’re gonna run out of hot water.” He complied and she wrapped her lips around his throbbing cock.
Lola Russell-Vasquez was on a Zoom call when Zoey and Dom entered the office. Violet Watts, her assistant / sex slave sat beside her, the pair running an all-hands meeting of happy.freak employees. The webcam was framed to show Lola to the waist, huge naked breasts dominating the screen.
Zoey and Dom took a seat while Lola wrapped things up. “Thank you all for coming—we’ll see you at The Ballard for happy hour tonight!” Business settled, she stood and embraced them both.
“Morning Beanpole, morning Master. What’re you two up to today?”
They chatted for a minute—Dominick had to work on his webcomic, while Zoey had a shift at the dog shelter. Lola’s day was packed with meetings—the business life of a tech CEO.
“I’ve got an investor meeting this afternoon at the office—we’ll meet at the bar afterwards.” She took Dominick’s hand. “I’m afraid I’ll only be able to fuck you twice before I go, Master.”
Violet tapped at her tablet, bound arms briefly released. “We’ve got you scheduled for 11 and 2, Mr Vasquez.”
Zoey rolled her eyes, smiling. “You’re strong Nicky—you’ll struggle through somehow.”
Lola used her free hand to pinch Zoey’s butt. “Hey, you’re the one who’s leaving to wash dogs. I’d fuck you too if you stuck around. I’m a loyal wife and a loyal slave.”
Dom put his hands up for peace. “Where’s Dave? I need to touch base before I get to work.”
Lola nodded towards the door. “In his nerd nest I assume.” She made sarcastic air quotes. “We gave him a nice desk up here, but he said my “naked body” and “huge jiggling tits” were “distracting.”—guy needs to loosen up.”
Dave Ashcroft was indeed in his basement lab, or ‘makerspace,’ as he called it. It was filled with every hobbyist fabrication machine known to man and walls of neatly organized junk. As Dominick entered, Dave was soldering something into a circuit board while his six monitors buzzed with information.
“Aren’t you working?” Dom leaned over the desk and observed Dave’s handiwork. “What’s this?”
Dave waved his soldering iron dismissively. “I’m the CTO—I don’t do actual work anymore. And this is the step motor control for my ping-pong ball random number generator.”
“Ok, if you say so. Any CHECKSUM activity overnight?”
Dave spun his chair around, pushed a few keys. “Nothing unusual. No one has changed the world with eldritch magic. You know I’d tell you if someone did. What’s up?”
Dom shrugged, worry on his face. “It feels like something is coming, like there’s a storm on the horizon. I dunno, maybe I’m just paranoid. That piece of shit Hahn was right—the idea of people twisting the past for their own selfish wishes scares me.”
Dave turned back around, looked Dominick hard in the eyes. “Let me ask you a question, Nick. How many times have you had sex this month?”
The question took him aback. He considered. “...Are we talking calendar month, or the last 30 days?”
“Yeah, that’s what I thought. Nick, you’ve got millions of dollars, a giant house and two hot wives ready to fuck around the clock. You’ve got everything a man could want and you got it without hurting anyone.”
“Fucking relax.” Dave got up and slapped him on the shoulder. “Enjoy your sexy porno fantasy life. If trouble comes, we’ll be ready.”
Dominick sighed. “Yeah, you’re right. I’m getting bent out of shape. It’s nothing. Thanks man.”
The rest of the day was uneventful, by Vasquez standards. Dom finished two Mr Hedgehog strips, pausing for sex with Lola, a light lunch, and more sex with Lola. They kissed goodbye and Dom did some chores. He was making dinner when Zoey came home. Dominick, Zoey and Dave ate burgers and tots, then left for the company party.
The whole family spent the evening drinking and singing karaoke with the happy.freak team. By midnight they were three sheets to the wind, singing in the back of an Uber as they rolled home. The kissing and groping began within five minutes.
Dave, in the front, gave an apologetic shrug to the driver. “Yeah… they’re gonna do that. I’ll pay for any stains.”
Dave unlocked the front door when they arrived, and the rest of the family charged in, half mad with lust.
“Night Dave.”
“Thanks Dave!”
“Good night Mr. Ashcroft.”
“See ya Dave—glad I didn’t blow your brains out in New York!”
Dave accepted their thanks, went down to his makerspace, and turned the volume all the way up on his noise-canceling headphones as the moans began.