Chloe and Helen's Shopping Trip

This is a side chapter, the real continuation will continue on from the last chapter. After that ending though I simply had to write this chapter. lol

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Chloe could barely remember ever being happier in her whole life. Holding her hand to her right was her big strong handsome Daddy. Holding her hand to her left her loving Auntie Helen. They were all going shopping together. The actual shopping she could take or leave, but being together with people she loved so dearly and who loved her back was the very best thing in the world…besides sex of course. She’d been trying to get these two together for some time now. Her Daddy enjoyed spending money and giving gifts and Auntie Helen enjoyed shopping, it seemed a perfect match. Chloe herself was proud as punch to be a sugar baby, and always overjoyed to put out for him, but she wasn’t very good at the money part. She never knew what to do with all of her Daddy’s generosity. That’s where she felt Helen could help. Her aunt was happy to shop, her Daddy was happy to buy, and she was happy that they would be happy. It could be such a wonderful arrangement.

She had sprung this meeting on both of them. She hadn’t exactly lied to either of them, simply telling them both that she wanted to go shopping, but she conveniently skipped the part that the other would be there. She had them all meet up at a corner not far from her apartment. Both tried to beg off once they realized what was happening but a sad and pouting Chloe could be VERY convincing when she wanted to be.

Hand in hand in hand like they were any onlooker would assume they were two parents with their adult daughter, even though the truth was far weirder. It felt that way a little bit to Chloe too. Having grown up without a Dad she was absolutely soaking up this little slice of family fantasy while she could get it. She even made sure they walked by her work, secretly hoping one her coworkers might be outside to see her. She was just so HAPPY and as far as she knew they all were having a great time. Chloe walked along between them blissfully unaware of the unbearably awkward tension between the two that flanked her.

“Oooo!” Chloe peeps as she spots a little boutique shop just up ahead. “Auntie Helen, wasn’t that the place that had that Gucci bag you were looking at? Ha! Sounds like gooch. That was the place, wasn’t it?”

“Uh, no.” Helen mutters, getting more embarrassed with each attempt by her niece to get this man to buy her something. “No dear.”

While not judgmental of Chloe’s arrangement, and only too happy to spend the questionable profits during previous trips with her niece, she was terribly embarrassed to have the guy actually right here with them. As far as she was concerned she made a good living and was not keen on accepting charity from some rich guy she didn’t know, and she certainly wasn’t about to try to “earn” it in the same way that Chloe did.

“No, I’m sure it is!” Chloe grins up at her man. “Five big ones! Five grandareeno! Ha ha! Can you believe they make purses that expensive Daddy?”

“Hrm.” He grunts feeling every bit as uncomfortable as Helen. While he had met her mother a few times at Peg’s insistence, he and Chloe’s arrangement had always been, and was always meant to be, one on one only. Private meetings and secret rendezvous when, where and how he wanted them. He couldn’t have his involvement with this strange young woman getting out after all. Her aunt’s unexpected presence was neither welcome nor pleasant.

“Anyway, can I get it Daddy? Can I get it for Auntie Helen?” She bats her big brown eyes through her thick round spectacles. “Pleeeease?”

“Chloe dear!” Helen exclaims. “No. I can't accept…”

“Shush.” Chloe says to her aunt. “He doesn’t mind. Do you Daddy?”

The man stewed with guilt and humiliation hearing his side piece talk like this in front of someone else. “Nope, don’t mind. Just get the damn thing if you want.” He would have said anything to put an end this ****. If he had to buy his way out of it, so be it. Both his cheeks and Helen’s were blushing pink at this whole excruciating experience. Chloe was over the moon.

“Yay!” Chloe cheers ebulliently. “Come on Auntie Helen!” She runs ahead pulling her **** auntie behind her.

Following slowly in their wake the big man grumbles vague curses under his breath, wondering why he puts up with shit like this for this nerdy and weird and quite plain looking woman.

They were barely through the fancy brass door when Chloe breaks from Helen and runs straight to the deep brown leather handbag that her aunt had previously fawned over with no actual expectation of buying. “Here it is!” She picks it up and holds up over her head to show her aunt. “Woo hoo! They still got it.”

Every salesperson in the store drops what they are doing to converge on the over exuberant young woman gripping one of the most expensive items in the store with all the care one might with a burlap sack. “Excuse me Miss!” The nearest saleswoman, an immaculately dressed woman in her 50’s, reaches up and pries the purse from Chloe’s hand. “Please don’t manhandle the merchandise.”

“But…I wanna buy it.” Chloe grins and tries to grab it back, but the woman pulls it away.

With obvious disdain the woman looks Chloe up and down, noting the inexpensive haircut, non-designer glasses, and drab common off the rack clothes. Derision dripping from her words like only a middle aged woman could master she says. “You…want to buy this? I think you have the wrong store dearie. The Salvation Army is a few blocks North.”

“I know that.” Chloe laughs and holds her arms out. “I got this shirt there last week. Only three bucks! Not bad, huh?”

“Indeed.” The woman’s brow raises. She doesn’t even try to hide her contemptuous smirk. “It certainly suits you. Now if you’ll kindly leave, that would be great.”

Chloe tilts her head and scrunches her nose. She hadn’t picked up a whiff of the woman’s arrogance but she knew something was off. As polite as she could be she holds out her hands an asks. “Can I have the purse please Ma’am?”

“No.” The woman says directly. “You don’t belong here girl.”

Helen’s hackles rise at the woman’s open contempt of her niece. Hurrying forward she gently pulls Chloe away from the salesperson, staring cold daggers back at the woman. The woman is momentarily taken aback but after a quick perusal sees that Helen, while smartly dressed, was clearly out of her price range shopping here as well. These two were nothing but common window shoppers in her eyes. She scoffs then places the bag back on it’s little stand and shifts her body to interpose herself between the handsy browsers and the valuable object. There are a few snickers and whispered comments around the store from the other customers and service folk, most at Chloe’s expense.

“But…but I wanna…I wanna buy it.” Chloe pleads. “It’s a present.”

Helen, seething with rage at this slight on one her family but not wanting to cause a scene, puts her arm around Chloe and turns back toward the door with her head held high. “You know, I don’t think I want it after all Chloe. Not from here anyway. Let’s go sweetie.”

Chloe was perplexed, though this was not unusual for her. “Wait.” She looks to her lover who was just now approaching. “Is it the money? My Daddy’s gonna pay if that’s what you’re worried about.”

When the woman’s eyes settle on the man walking up and, seeing his styled hair, his tailored clothes, and his luxury brand watch and shoes, her demeanor begins to shift. With just a note of nervous doubt entering her tone she says. “You’re her father?”

“No.” Chloe chirps proudly as she bounds into his side to hug him tight. “He’s my Daddy!”

Attempting to salvage the situation the woman's thin lips curl into a false smile. Picking the purse back up from the stand she pretends nothing had happened and says in a practiced too friendly tone. “Madam has impeccable taste. This handbag is…”

“Madam is not interested.” Helen says firmly with a glare that could peel paint. “I don’t want anything from you.” Her glare pans around the room to those who had just moments ago snickered at her niece, they quickly avert their gaze and pretend not have been looking. “I don’t like the atmosphere in here. It’s…too stuffy.”

“I-indeed.” The woman stammers. “This is my fault. We got off on the wrong foot.” She says, more to the sharp dressed man than to Helen. “You see, being downtown like we are, we get so many window shoppers…”

“Just stop.” Daddy chuckles and looks at the saleswoman. “You blew it…” He glances down at her name tag. “…Mary. This is the worst customer service I’ve ever seen. You can be sure I’ll be filing a complaint.”

“S-sir, please, it was a simple misunderstanding.” Mary looks around for support. The other well to do customers, seeing one of their own berate the service person, soon shift their snide comments her direction, aghast that she would treat a customer so poorly. After all, she was just the help.

Helen storming forward in the lead with a very confused Chloe and her Daddy just behind her the three leave the shop.

“Why’d we go?” Chloe asks when they stop at a bench a little ways away. “I wanted to buy it.”

Helen is pacing back and forth with pent up anger. “The nerve! Salvation Army!?” She makes a snooty voice and shakes her head in a bad impression of Mary. “It suits you.” Before she growls and grabs her fat cock through her dress. “See if this suits ya ya dumb bitch!”

“It does suit me though. You can almost see my titties through it.” Chloe says as she looks down at her shirt and pulls it tight against her body. “What’s wrong with it?”

“Nothing baby girl.” Chloe’s Daddy pulls her close and kisses her head. Whispering for just her ears he adds. “I like your aunt.”

Chloe beams up at her Daddy. “You do!? Oh good!”

Stepping over to Helen Chloe tries to settle her upset aunt. “Hey, it’s okay Auntie. Sorry about the purse but the day is young. We can go buy something else. Hey, what about…” Just then a text message comes through on Chloe’s phone. “Ooop, hold on a sec.” Chloe rarely got texts so she never hesitated check them as soon as they came in. When she brings up the screen her eyes nearly pop from their sockets. She stands gawping for a few seconds transfixed on the screen.

Helen looks to her niece. “What is it?”

“WE GOTTA GO!”

“Huh?”

Moving to her aunt so that kept the screen shielded from her Daddy she shows Helen her phone. “Jesse wishes…” Helen starts to read before her eyes bulge and she sways on her feet, nearly swooning at what she saw. “Wha-what? How? Who? But…my b-baby boy?” Muttering, almost babbling, she says. “W-we…g-gotta go.”

“The shopping trip is over?” The man asks.

“We gotta go!” Helen says again more vehemently. “It was a pleasure meeting you and everything, but…we gotta go.” And with that, in long fast strides, Helen is walking at top speed back toward where she’d parked.

“Drive safe!” He calls out after her.

Chloe stuffs the phone into her pocket and takes two steps after her aunt…before pausing and rushing back into her Daddy’s arms. She pulls his head down and smothers him in kisses. “Thank you!”

He laughs and kisses her back. “For what? I didn’t even buy anything.”

She just gives him a knowing look and grins. “I love you Daddy.”

“Love you too baby girl.” He says. “Have fun.”

Chloe is off like a shot, catching up with her aunt at a full sprint. The pair look at each other with wild desire burning in both of their eyes, link arm in arm, and hurry for the vehicle.