Alternating Weekends

On the curb in front of her mother’s new boyfriend’s house, Mandy stood with her arms crossed, waiting for her father’s familiar station wagon to pull up. It had been two weeks since her parents’ divorce was settled in court and it was her first weekend to spend with her father. To say that she was not looking forward to it was an understatement. Mandy and her father had never really spent any time together. The only reason he had demanded any visitation rights was to piss off his ex-wife Alexandria.

Mandy did not much appreciate being a tool for her parents to sling mud at each other with; however, getting two whole days to spend out of the house that her mother had brought her to was a blessing. She did not hate Jason. He was nice enough to her, but he was far too young to be dating her mother. He had not realized she was married with a child when they had first began their relationship and was not too keen on letting her and her daughter move in when her husband found out and divorced her.

He had originally promised only a few days until she could get back on her feet. Days had already become weeks, but Alexandria was still sleeping in the guest room and not in Jason’s room. Mandy doubted their relationship was going to improve very much. He was just too much of a pushover to kick her out.

Mandy was still deep in thought when a car pulled to a stop on the street in front of her. She looked up from her phone and snapped the gum in her mouth in confusion. She did not recognize the Pontiac at all. Only when her father Miles rolled down the tinted window did she realize who it was but the confusion on her face only grew. “What did you do?” she asked.

“Don’t you like it?” he asked gleefully.

“I wasn’t sure you were even going to pick me up. I thought I’d have to take the bus,” she reminded him how late he was.

“No comment, eh?” He opened the door for her.

“What do you want me to say? Way to go, Dad? It’s amazing that the judge awarded you all of your joint savings since it was Mom that was cheating but you still have to pay child support for several more years. Maybe you should’ve tried harder to get custody.”

Miles smiled at her cautiously. He really did not want a little version of Alexandria around him to constantly remind him of her infidelity. The purpose of today was just to annoy his ex-wife as much as possible. He started by burning out the tires of his new Pontiac, making sure she could hear him, before they took off down the road. “You two are so childish,” Mandy scoffed.

Miles kept glancing at his daughter as they left the cul-de-sac and headed for the nearest non suburban road. She was wearing shorts and a jacket that was too big for her so she could keep her hands shoved into her pockets like all brooding teenagers. She had blonde hair like her mother and slightly tanned skin from running in track at school. She was snapping her gum loudly with her feet up on the dashboard of his new car. He very much hated the way she looked and acted.

Every few moments she would glare at him, trying to assess what he was thinking. He would smile every time, pretending that he was not loath to be there. “Did you buy a new house too?” Mandy asked as she saw the turn off to her old home passing by.

“We’ll go home later. First I thought we’d go shopping,” Miles explained.

Mandy squinted at him suspiciously. He had never once wanted to go shopping with her in his life. He always complained about her fashion sense or just plain about her lack of awareness in matters of money. She considered telling him to just turn the car around but a thought passed through her head first. If he was willing to spend money on a new car, maybe he would be a little more lax with her spending on this shopping trip.

When they reached the mall, Miles dropped her off at one of the store entrances before going to find a parking spot in the sea of surrounding cars. When he finally got inside, he found his daughter staring at the glass front of a hair salon. “Did you need a hair cut?” he asked.

She shook her head. She was staring at one of the posters of a hair model. Her shiny hair had been dyed an obviously unnatural color. Mandy’s eyes were sparkling. However, she knew that her dad would never let her do something as reckless as showing up to school with pink hair.

Miles was smirking to himself though. He could already imagine the look on Alexandria’s face when Mandy walked in the front door looking like a strawberry. He took his daughter’s hand and led her into the salon without a word of warning. “What’ll it be?” the hairdresser asked while taking Mandy’s hand from Miles and seating her in a chair alongside a wall length mirror.

Mandy glanced at Miles for assurance. He nodded. She sighed deeply before pointing at the poster. “I want hair like that,” she tried to sound confident as she spoke.

“The style or the color?” the hairdresser asked suspiciously.

“Both,” Mandy answered. This time it was the hairdresser who looked at Miles. He again nodded. Shrugging, she got to work right away.

Nearly two hours later, Mandy opened her eyes, after having gotten bored, to find a stranger staring at her in the mirror. Her normally blonde hair had been replaced with a shimmering pink. Depending on the angle it changed between deep hot pink and soft flowery pink. She grabbed it and squealed in delight. She had always wanted to alter her appearance in a unique way but she knew her parents would not approve. She was already beginning to like the benefits of her parents’ silent feud.

She sprang to her feet and ran over to the chair her father was sitting in. “How do I look?” she asked while leaning forward with her hands behind her back shyly. She had never asked him for his opinion of her appearance before.

He glanced down the front of her shirt at her bra for a moment before turning his attention to her oversized jacket. “Like you need new clothes,” he responded calmly.

Mandy’s eyes lit up as she realized she was going to have the opportunity to spend a lot of her father’s horded money today. He really wanted to piss off his ex-wife to no end.

Over the next few hours, the pair visited every single clothing store in the mall. Mandy picked out dozens expensive outfits, several of them quite revealing. Miles looked like he wanted to argue at first but quickly shut his mouth. He knew that if her choices were bothering him this much they would bother Alexandria even more.

After getting a meal at the food court, they headed to a slightly out of the way store at the far end of the mall. The banner overtop of the entrance showed several cliché designs that Miles would not put on a bumper sticker. Gritting his teeth he grabbed Mandy’s hand before she could enter. Getting a tattoo was where he drew the line.

“Come on, you’ve said yes to everything else so far. I’ll take back everything I said about you being uncool to my friends.”

“You said what to them?” Miles tried to recall the girls that used to stay over for sleepovers. He could tell that they were all popular, meaning his daughter was one of the cool kids. To think she had convinced them all that he was a lame parent was a little disheartening. However, his desire to get back at Alexandria did not come at the expense of a permanent trashy drawing on his daughter’s skin.

Mandy could see that she was not going to get through to him. “How about a compromise?” she suggested. He followed her pointed finger to a case full of different piercings.

“An earring?” he asked hopefully. She just laughed as she walked into the store. Twenty minutes later she had a brand new eyebrow piercing. It was a little painful but she was too excited to show it. Miles own eyebrow twitched as he wondered if he had gone too far. He knew that Alexandria would definitely be pissed but was it all going to be worth it for the cost of his daughter’s appearance?

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Finally, after half a day, they arrived back at the same old house Mandy had grown up in. “So, what are we going to do today?” she asked.

“What do you mean? We just spent all morning and afternoon together. I’m gonna grab a beer with Tom and watch the game,” Miles explained.

“We only get to see each other every other weekend. We’re supposed to fit enough time to make up for all the weekday afternoons you’re missing.”

“Do you hang out with your mom when you get back from school? This isn’t a holiday. This is a normal Saturday and I promised Tom we’d watch the game together. If you can’t stay alone, I’ll have him come over here. I don’t want to have to deal with his wife or kids either.” Miles went to go knock on his neighbor’s door. Mandy was once again reminded of one of the reasons she never hung out with Miles. His friends were more important to him than his family. At least now he was going to have Tom come over rather than disappearing every possible chance he got.

“This is new,” Tom was impressed by the invitation he received. “If your place is so empty, maybe we could invite the rest of the guys too,” he suggested. He stopped when he saw the new Pontiac in the driveway. Mandy took the initiative to take the two six packs of beer he was holding so he could stand and stare at it for a while.

He did a double take though when he saw her hair. “Is that Mandy?” he asked Miles. “What happened to her?”

“Her mother lets her do whatever she wants now,” Miles lied.

“That’s terrible. If Jackie or Peter dyed their hair I’d be livid. And those clothes too?” Tom titled his head as he watched Mandy’s skirt swaying. He could almost see underneath the hem. He was about to lean over more when Miles tapped his shoulder.

“I know she’s an eyeful but all I think of when I see her is Alex,” Miles explained. “Do you want to bark up that tree?”

Tom was caught off guard. Miles should have been telling him not to hit on his daughter at all, not that she was too much like her mom. “She doesn’t look a thing like Alex now,” Tom laughed.

“She still talks like her though,” Miles laughed too.

When Tom entered the kitchen, he found Mandy already taking several snack foods out and setting them on the counter. “I didn’t realize you were looking forward to the game this much,” he teased her.

“You’re the one that interrupted my weekend with Miles,” she reminded him. Calling her father by his name was a habit she started only recently and only with people that were on a first name basis with him already. Miles did not seem to mind at all.

“Sorry, I didn’t know that was today. Miles and I have had a lot more time to hang out recently so I just got used to him being free. I’ll go back if you’d rather be alone with him.”

“Right, like I’d even be here if it wasn’t court ordered,” she scoffed.

“Hey now, I may be a biased party but your dad is pretty cool to hang out with. It’s your mother that was hard to get along with.”

“And by extension me,” Mandy retorted.

“Tom doesn’t think so,” Miles answered. “He wants to know if you are single.”

Mandy looked down at her attire and blushed. She did not really like the idea of getting hit on by a middle aged man but it still made her feel attractive. “Actually, you’re right up Miles’s alley,” Tom countered. “The girls he looks at on screen all match you.”

“I mean, she does look like my wife,” Miles explained.

“You mean the tan skin and the glossy lips with bony hips and everything?” Tom asked. “You always say that if you were ten years younger you’d be at spring break picking up a slut with a long tongue and nothing in her skull to get in the way.”

“A dumb bimbo,” Mandy toned down his definition slightly.

“Now that I’m single again, maybe I will,” Miles responded jokingly.

“Would you really date a girl just like me?” Mandy asked. She was curious if she really was her father’s type.

“If I were your classmate in school I would definitely try to take that for a ride, but you’re not going to go to school looking like that, are you? You’re just asking for all the eager boys to follow you around drooling. At least make them work for it.”

“This isn’t the type of girl anyone builds a lasting relationship with,” Mandy admitted. She always wanted to dress like this but she knew it was not what society expected. If she ever got a boyfriend, she planned to change her appearance to his preference.

“You hear that, Miles? Your daughter’s a whore,” Tom laughed while taking out his phone to take a picture. She posed with her tongue sticking out, trying to look a little like the spring break bimbo he had described.

“What do you need that for?” Miles was a little perturbed.

“Something to show Jackie when she gets older; a warning of what not to become,” he answered.

“You think I’ve failed as a parent,” Miles was getting more and more concerned.

“Hey, I wouldn’t let Melinda dress my daughter up like a prostitute, but I understand how unreasonable Alex can be. Just keep an eye on her. You could spend some of your money on a shotgun and be one of those helicopter dads.”

Miles frowned as he sat down on the couch and turned on the TV. Tom sat on the opposite end. Mandy brought all of the snacks and beer from the kitchen one by one before sitting on the armrest on her father’s side. She did not want to be stuck between two grown men.

“Just like a cocktail waitress,” Tom teased her as he watched her ass sway each time she returned to the kitchen. When she sat on the armrest he glanced at her knees and tried to see under her skirt again. She saw him and turned her legs away but still smiled slightly.

Several times during the game, Mandy returned to the kitchen to get more food and beer. Every time, Tom watched her butt like he was hypnotized. Getting a little full of the attention, Mandy took off her blazer and tied her blouse so that her midriff was showing, just like a hooters waitress. She also took her time walking in front of the TV, shaking her hips as much as she could.

Finally, Miles grabbed her by the arm and pulled her down between them. He shoved a beer in her hand and told her to stop disrupting the game. Shrugging she took a sip, only to have it froth up in her mouth and spew out her nose. She coughed for a long time as Tom rubbed her back. Miles ignored her for the screen though.

After she had calmed down and stopped coughing, Tom gave her his half drunken beer that was less fizzy. She tasted it and wrinkled her nose in disgust. Miles lifted the bottom of it and flipped it up so she had to gulp the rest down quickly. When it was empty, she let out a squeak of a burp and a slight hiccup.

Tom had already gotten himself another beer. Mandy stared at the coffee table for a while, a little dazed and dizzy from drinking so fast and coughing so much. She picked up her previous bottle and took another sip. Again she cringed at the taste. After taking a deep breath to psych herself up, she downed it in as few gulps as possible.

After repeating the process four times, she leaned over onto Miles’s shoulder, nearly passed out. He shoved her off while continuing to focus on the screen. She instead flopped onto Tom’s lap. “You okay?” he asked while sweeping her hair out of her eyes.

“I’m sorry,” she apologized in a slur while looking up at him with dizzy eyes. She looked down again and realized where her head was and started to laugh.

“Right-right.” He ruffled her hair. “Normally I take a girl on date before she gets that close to my dick,” he teased her.

“Isn’t this a date? I’m your waitress and you’re dating Miles,” she retorted.

“Cheeky bitch,” Tom took a little offence. He shoved her head down between his legs, making her dizzier as the blood rushed to her head. When she looked up at him again her face was red. She did not seem to comprehend much. She repositioned herself so she was completely on the couch, laying her head in Tom’s lap and nearly kicking Miles. He pushed her feet off again, causing her to slip and bump her chin against Tom’s knee.

He picked her up and set her on his lap so she would not get near Miles again. She giggled as she felt his pants touching her practically bare ass under her skirt. With nothing stopping him, Tom finally lifted the cloth from behind and got a good view of what he had been trying to see all evening. She was wearing a thong that was digging so far into her ass it was impossible to tell she had any underwear at all from the back.

After glancing at Miles to make sure he was not paying attention, Tom used one hand to pull her butt cheeks apart until he could see her thong. When Mandy gasped, he covered her mouth with his free hand. Her face felt extremely warm from all the blood rushing to it.

After moving her thong aside so he could get a good look at her anus, Tom made a decision. Even if Mile got mad at him later he could pretend to have been too drunk and play it off as a joke. He wetted his fingers on his tongue and pushed two of them against her anus at the same time.

She squealed into his hand as loudly as she could, but he quickly covered her nostrils to keep her even quieter. She was not able to retrieve enough breath to squeal again. She tried to stand up in order to lift herself off his lap but he just moved his legs to push her feet apart and keep her from getting up.

At the same time he pushed his fingers further into her butt. She arched her back and clenched her abdomen muscles but could not lift herself enough to escape. All Miles had to do was look to his left and he would see his daughter writhing on top of Tom but he was too focused on the game.

At the same time Tom finally worked his fingers all the way into Mandy’s butt, she collapsed due to lack of air and passed out. He finally let go of her mouth and nose. Rather than gasping she just breathed rapidly, her chest heaving like an inflating balloon.

Tom moved his hand over her chest and felt her heartbeat for a while and even gave one of her breasts a quick squeeze before continuing down to her crotch. There he pulled her thong completely away and felt her slightly wet cunt. Smirking he took a beer bottle from the table and pressed the tip against the outside folds. It took some work to get it inside the hole. He had to place his knees under her back and lift her bottom half into the air to tip the beer bottle up but soon the whole thing had emptied into her cunt.

Tom made up his mind what he was going to do as he held her above him.