Mac's reformed behavior only lasted a few days. But what glorious days they were. He'd been quiet, done whatever tasks she gave him, and generally left her alone physically. Except for the shadowing. Unless she ordered for him to go do something he was attached to her like flies on shit.
At first she figured it was just his new form of rebellion, a new tactic to piss her off but she quickly realized he was just trying to learn the recipe. Every time she found him too close a "Get the fuck away from me!" and a threat to give him another dose of the care bear mix sent him back to his guard post only for him to sneak back time and time again.
When she'd headed outside that first day to a shady alcove not far from the cave's entrance to eat lunch, Mac had followed for a smoke break. A new rule enforced by her, no smoking in the cave. Another was no getting high on the job. As a result when she'd started eating Mac stole looks at her like one of those starving African children in the UNICEF commercials. Without the drugs running through his system he was actually forced to acknowledge his body's needs.
When she'd caught him looking the third time she growled as her pesky weakness for him kicked in. She shoved her turkey sandwich his way, leaving only her half eaten salad for herself. He ignored it all through her eating and an after lunch cigarette.
When she returned to the cave she noted he didn't come in for another five minutes. Just enough time to wolf down a turkey sandwich shamefully in private.
"Got mayonnaise on your face." she'd told him once he was back to being her shadow.
Mac had frantically wiped his hands all over his face as he walked away back to his post. There wasn't any, she just wanted him to know she knew. She packed him a separate lunch every day after that.
Outside of work they didn't interact. It was like once she dropped him off at la Mesa the magnet that attached him to her reversed and re-polarized onto whatever whore was closest to him. She'd gone in a couple times after going home to shower and get dressed up. She'd sit alone at a table and eat dinner or sit at the bar with Devon to have a few beers.
Mac's eyes never left her no matter what skank was attached to him that evening. A fact she couldn't ignore. She could practically feel his gaze. Especially when she was near his brother. A perplexing fact Devon had let slip while they drank one night.
"You're fucking with me right?" she'd assumed in disbelief, eyes momentarily slipping over to Mac just as he lined up the cue ball with his stick, looking up into her eyes before making a perfect shot.
"We've got different mothers but yeah, he's my half brother." Devon acknowledged reluctantly, throwing a smirk Mac's way before moving to tuck a strand of hair behind Kristy's ear.
She swatted him away and turned back to the bar, watching out of the corner of her eye as Mac dug for gold with his tongue down some hooker's throat.
"Well that sure explains a few things." she murmured to herself.
Kristy waved for Walter to come over.
"You got any more spawn running around here I should know about besides those two?" she asked, jerking her head in Devon and Mac's general direction.
Walter just laughed her question off and set another beer in front of her before shooting Devon a loaded look.
As the evening wore on she got plenty of dirt on Mac from his little brother. Everything from him not graduating to his desperate attempts at gaining their father's respect, to the events that happened that dreadful night in the cave. Along with the information, she gained a new hatred for Walter and yet another layer of sympathy for Mac.
Kristy shot down Devon's numerous offers to accompany her home but consented to one more beer before last call when he prodded. Just when she was tipping back the first sip of her brew Mac and his slut of the night passed on their way out. The bleach blond knocked into Kristy, causing her to spill beer down the front of her pristine red dress.
"Watch it whore." she snapped at the cheaply done up woman.
She didn't get physical at the floozy's retorted "Fuck you bitch." because the smirk on Mac's face made her half suspect he'd pushed her anyways. Poor thing was just a pawn in yet another attempt to get under her skin.
Which was why when she felt Devon's hand oh so helpfully dabbing all over her cleavage with a bar napkin she didn't stop him, in fact she leaned in to place a kiss on his cheek.
"Thanks Dev, you're such a sweetheart." she added loud enough for Mac to hear.
The look of jealousy and rage on Mac's face was well worth the groping she was allowing his skeevy brother to commit.
"Lets go!" Mac growled out, yanking the blond along out the front door.
She watched them leave. Same shit different night. The whore would drive him home. Kristy would pick him up in the morning. Nothing new, the same routine since the day he woke cuddled up to her.
He was beyond pissed, she'd won yet again. While she knew of her victory in this. She had no idea that every night when Mac was pounding into a different whore he was imagining it was her. She won every night without even trying. Usually he'd scoop up a brunette so it was easier but tonight all he could find was this pasty-haired cunt. He didn't bother to ask her name. It didn't matter. In his head it was Kristy.
She followed Mac into the back seat of her car, climbing in on top of him. Unzipping his jeans she reached inside to pull out his flaccid member.
"Yer not even hard babe. Maybe ya drank too much." she slurred, pathetically trying to massage him into attention.
"Shut tha' fuck up an suck it." he ordered, forcing her head down onto himself.
She complied, taking his still soft length into her mouth she sucked desperately, trying to get him going. He tried picturing Kristy sucking on him, imagining her scar tissue brushing against the sides of his cock when she hollowed out her cheeks. He twitched a bit at that, getting semi hard.
Mac looked down a few minutes later and that completely killed it. Straw colored hair and coverup smoothed skin made his cock deflate again. Gripping the whore's golden hair he yanked her off his dick and threw her backwards out the open car door. While he was tucking himself back away and viciously jerking his zipper back up she pulled herself up on his legs with a pout arranged on her overly done up face.
Mac punched the ceiling of her car repeatedly and screamed in fury. 'Can't even fuck now caus a that bitch.' The blond rubbed his leg, trying to soothe him, only causing him to kick her away. "Git tha' fuck offa me!" he snarled.
"Outta ma sight 'fore I bash yer ugly face in!" he threw in her direction when she tried grabbing onto his leg as he walked away.
She let go and began to cry while stumbling to climb into her car. With one last fuck you screeched at Mac she peeled out of the parking lot, kicking up gravel and dust in his direction.
Mac yelled out once more in frustration before slamming himself down on one of the picnic tables and lighting up a cigarette. Little did he know a figure in a tight red dress was concealed in the shadows of the bar's eaves. The only indication she was there being the glowing red hot of her smoke. She saw everything.
The click of her heels on the porch's wood made Mac look up in surprise. She walked right past him, headed to her suv without so much as a glance back his way.
Mac half wanted to punch himself right in his stubborn dick. As she walked away her ass had only been in his view but ten seconds before she hopped up into her car. And he was standing at attention, ready to fuck. With anger coursing through him he adjusted himself and started the three mile walk home.
He didn't even make it out the parking lot before she was pulling up next to him, unlocking the doors without a word. He stood there for a moment glaring at the shiny black door handle. He wanted to save his pride but he was just too drunk, tired, and horny. All he wanted to do was go home, rub one out if he could, and then pass out. He yanked the door open and slammed in shut behind him after climbing onto the still glass-covered seat.
The whole ride neither of them said anything. When she pulled to a stop in his yard he didn't get out right away as expected. He was still inside the confides of his mind, thinking. A whiff of her pomegranate scent pulled him out of it and sent another jolt right down to his cock.
A small growl left him as he lunged from the car, once again slamming the door behind him. Her laugh reached his red with embarrassment ears as he stomped his way up his steps, not bothering with the generator.