The Dirty Virgin

By: Cassandra Dee



And I saw the way she flirted with him, the way she always happened to trip and fall into his arms when he was around, the way she made herself available in the most obvious manner. And Drake was a man, he noticed too. He liked her curves, the way her ass was round and juicy, and pretty soon they were getting it on on a regular basis despite the fact that Lorena scrubbed his bathrooms.

“Mom, where were you?” I’d ask from the dining table after Mom had another late night. “Was it the Markham Estate again?”

I was almost afraid to ask. Before Lorena signed up with this housekeeping service we’d been living paycheck to paycheck, with no benefits, no security, nothing except the cash my mom brought home each week. So I was afraid that her illicit encounters with the boss were going to bring our newfound financial security down with a crash.

And Lorena nodded.

“I was with Drake Markham,” she exclaimed, fanning herself. “He’s so handsome isn’t he?” she giggled. “Now excuse me, I’ve got to change,” she pranced off, not even bothering to hide the fact that her uniform was askew, her hair a mess, no doubt from the hot session she’d just had.

But I only shook my head, not knowing what to say. Don’t sleep with the boss? If the housekeeping service finds out, they’re going to fire your ass in a second and we’ll be living out of the car again? But these words had been said a thousand times before, so I just put my head down, turned back to my homework and kept my mouth shut.

But Lorena struck gold, literally. One morning when I got up, I found my mom making pancakes in the kitchen of our trailer.

“Honey,” she said, “Come take a seat, I made your favorite blueberry flapjacks!”

And I stumbled sleepily to the low bench, plopping myself down on the cheap velour. When had Lorena ever been up before noon? Usually she only took afternoon jobs because her late nights with Mr. Markham were so frequent now that morning bookings were impossible. So to find her puttering around in an apron, happily humming at the crack of dawn was a change.

“Mom, what’s going on?” I asked blearily, rubbing my eyes. “Why are you up?”

“Oh honey, I wanted to take care of you, make sure you had a nutritious breakfast before heading to school,” she admonished fondly from the griddle. “Besides isn’t blueberry your favorite? Here, and I got your favorite whipped butter too,” she said, plunking down a plastic tub of the good stuff in front of me.

But that was when I saw the ring on her hand. A shiny gold band adorned her ring finger, with a big diamond poking off of it.

“Mom,” I gasped, my voice trailing off. “What is that?”

“What is what?” she asked sweetly, pretending that she didn’t know, looking at me quizzically. But I wasn’t playing games.

“You know!” I said, staring at her hand. “Where is that from? Who gave it to you?”

“Oh honey,” my mom giggled. “It’s from Mr. Markham, who else? The man that I work for at Markham Estates, you know, the one I’ve been seeing.”

I was taken aback. I wasn’t aware that my mom was “seeing” someone, I’d thought it was fly-by-night sex at best, billionaire magnates don’t date their cleaning ladies. So I shook my head slowly at the Cinderella fantasy.

“No seriously Mom, where did you get that?” I asked, my brows lowered. Stealing from clients is a crime. Not many cleaning ladies do it because the risk is too high, losing a steady job isn’t something most of us can afford. So I was worried, really worried, that my mom was off her rocker and had put our livelihood in jeopardy by swiping the client’s stuff.

But my mom was in a good mood and wasn’t going to entertain my grilling.

“Honey, Drake Markham asked me to marry him last night and I said yes!” she trilled. “Aren’t you excited for me?”

I shook my head resignedly.

“Mom, this isn’t a joke,” I reprimanded. “Where … did … you … get that ring?” I finished in a huff.

But my mom just pooh-poohed at me.

“Cleo, you’re always stuck in the mud,” she said. “Drake Markham gave it to me, didn’t I tell you already? We’re getting married,” she repeated, and with that, laughed and started dancing around the kitchen, the trailer bouncing on its wheels from her excitement.

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