“Are we washing or playing?” she teased.
“I can’t help it,” I groaned. “I love your sleek body.”
I backed her against the shower wall and directed, “Put your hands on my shoulders.” I nudged a finger into Daria’s tight pussy, and she clamped down on it. “Relax,” I whispered.
With more kisses and caresses from my free hand, she did gradually relax. A second finger joined the first inside her. I felt around to locate her g-spot, then curled my fingers against it.
“Ah!” she sharply gasped. Her hands squeezed my shoulders.
“Relax and enjoy it.” My fingers in her pussy slowly made the come-hither motion, firmly pressing her g-spot.
She shuddered.
The pad of my thumb rested on her needy clit. Daria jerked and yelped, “Ellie! Ellie!” and finally yelled, “Ellie!” She yanked my head to hers for an urgent kiss while she orgasmed. Her legs failed and I had to catch her to prevent her from falling.
“You cum super easily, little sister,” I praised. “I’m going to have so much fun with you.”
I reluctantly dressed and went to the office.
“Five reporters have already called this morning,” Crystal informed me when I arrived at the office.
“When are they going to give up?”
She shrugged. “Until you talk to someone, they all hope they can get the exclusive.”
“Yeah no,” I replied. “No interviews. I have nothing to say.”
“No problem. I’ll continue to fend them off.”
The ongoing crap with the reporters was a good reason to sell. If I let Walkville go to auction, I could go back to being anonymous Ellie.
“What time is my meeting with parks and recreation?” I asked.
“Ten o’clock,” my well-organized assistant answered.
I met with Patricia, the head of our parks and recreation department, at the rec center on the east side of town. “In the winter our programs move indoors,” she explained. “After school and in the evenings this place is booked solid with volleyball, basketball, gymnastics and swimming.”
“Great,” I said.
“It is, but it’s also overcrowded. We’d like to put a second rec center on the west side, but our requests have been shot down for the last three years.”
“Why?”
“It’s expensive. $22 million to construct and ongoing costs to staff it,” Patricia told me.
I knew we had a lot of money in reserve, but I wasn’t going to commit to anything. “What’s the process for getting a project like that approved?”
“We submit a proposal to Jack Warner and he schedules a presentation to the board of directors.”
“And now the board of directors is just me,” I stated.
“Yes, ma’am.”
I sighed. “Well, submit your proposal again. I’ll discuss it with Jack and I want to see your full presentation. But I’m not promising anything. Frankly, I’ll probably be more cautious than the old board because I’m fucking terrified I’ll screw up the whole town’s finances.”
“I don’t envy the burden you’ve taken on, Ms Wallace,” Patricia said. “Oh, our non-motorized Christmas parade is tonight. Are you coming?”
“What is it? A Christmas parade but with no trucks to pull floats?”
She nodded. “Exactly. It’s fun.”
“Sounds good. I’ll be there.”
Back at the office, I told Jack Warner to expect parks and rec to submit another proposal for a new rec center. “Why hasn’t it been built yet?” I asked.
“The board was very cautious spending money. And there are several large potential projects competing for attention,” he explained.
“Well, how do I decide what to do?”
“Tomorrow I’ll go over the long-term budget with you, and I’ll give you a quick overview of potential new projects. Just enough so you can start thinking about them. In the coming months you’ll get more details on each. Then you can decide which you like the most. The other managers and I will make sure you don’t spend us into financial trouble. Don’t worry.”
“There’s got to be someone better to make these decisions.”
“No, Ms Wallace. This is your main duty, and I’m sure you can handle it. Seriously, there will be so many meetings and discussions about big projects that you’ll become very well informed,” Jack tried to reassure me.
“Jack, I don’t want this much responsibility. It’s suffocating,” I whined.
“You’ll be fine.”
It didn’t feel like I’d be fine, so I took the rest of the day off.
It was a sunny and warm-ish day for December, so that afternoon Daria and I went for a ride on bicycles I found in my grandparents’ storage locker. She was excited to show me around town.
Walkville was only three miles across, so it was quick and easy to get anywhere on a bike. We rode around the outer edge, where there were parks, sports fields, factories, warehouses, an amphitheater and other things that needed a large plot of land. The Tennessee River formed one edge of the town and it was lined with luxury apartments like mine, parks and a marina.
Four trolley lines divided the town in a tic tac toe pattern. Everyone lived within a half-mile of a trolley. Apartment buildings were located around trolley stops and single-family homes filled a lot of the remaining area.
Restaurants, shops, offices, a movie theater and the concert hall clustered in the center of town.
We pedaled slowly, taking it all in. As always, many other people were walking or biking too. Kids played in the middle of streets.
We parked the bikes at an ice cream shop and bought chocolate cones. “So, what do you think of your town, your highness?” Daria asked with a playful grin.
I stuck my tongue out at her. “It’s cool,” I answered. “So different from the suburb where I grew up, which really sucked in comparison.”
“What was that like?”
“A typical American subdivision,” I explained. “As a kid I couldn’t get to anything on foot or by bike because the neighborhood was surrounded by big, dangerous roads. Mom had to drive me everywhere.”
“Our trailer is out in the middle of nowhere,” Daria said with a sigh. “I wish I grew up in Walkville. Kids here are lucky.”
That evening, Daria accompanied me to the annual non-motorized Christmas Parade that the Parks and Rec director had mentioned. A large crowd lined the street.
The Wallace High School marching band kicked off the parade, and were followed by a couple hundred people in costumes riding lighted and decorated bikes. There were several floats pulled or pushed by people, and a few had singers or bands on them. I thought it might be fun to play in a band on a float. Groups on foot included dance troupes, Boy Scouts, Girl Scouts, gymnasts and martial artists.
The finale of the parade was worth the wait. The University of Tennessee’s huge marching band led the way, playing “Here Comes Santa Claus.” So loud! I think the buildings shook. The band was followed by Santa’s sleigh pulled by nine men in reindeer costumes. The “Rudolf” reindeer in front had a light-up red nose.
Santa rode in the sleigh and yelled, “Ho ho ho! Merry Christmas!” Kids scrambled for the candy he threw to the crowd.