Comfort in perceived truth

On the couch Bailey laid down on her side, her legs curled up and her head rested on August’s lap. Bailey’s heels sat on the floor in front of the couch while she did his best to get comfortable and distract herself from the day with tik tok videos featuring different pets. A genuine smile crossed the feminized man’s lips as she tried to lose herself in the role as the video played out on the phone’s screen, showing a black and white kitten hopping up onto a white ducks back as it was sitting down, before the duck stood up, wagged its little duck tail and started to waddle off with its new passenger. Between the video, being back home in safety, feeling the comforting presence of August as Bailey laid her head on his lap and the familiar scent that she had smelled when it lingered on the man’s jacket, all of it combined to help Bailey feel much more at peace. August stroking his hand through Bailey’s hair did a lot more to help Bailey release the tension in her body than he would willingly admit. All of it was a drastic contrast to how she felt on the car ride back to the apartment.

Bailey had been looking at himself in the mirror on the visor when it was pulled down. He had already repaired his makeup, but wiping it away and redoing it helped distract him from what had happened. The act of hiding away any blemishes on his skin, contouring to change the shape of his face ever so slightly, using the makeup had become something akin to meditation. Getting it just right allowing him to look his best made him feel proud. His mind helpfully telling him that is what it meant to be a good girl. Still her muscles were taut and every shake of the car made the act of doing her makeup that much more difficult. Her mind kept jumping back to what Brannon had said, and what she had done under that desk. Uncapping her lipstick and turning its base to cause the lipstick to rise brought a mental flash of a hard dick being thrust into her face. ‘I’m just an intern and like it is normal for girls to do things like that with their bosses and I totally like giving head… yeah and like I even told Candi how healthy it is to drink cum… I’m Bailey Ann Best and everyone knows I like to give head, so… so… it was a good thing, yeah, yeah totally. I’m just a girl.’ Bailey had told herself, repeating it more than once on the short trip from the office back to the apartment complex.

He wanted to create some mental distance, the idea of crawling up into a ball and crying… crying as he curled up in that ball in the shower like he had done before felt like it would be so easy to do. That wasn’t something Bailey Ann Best would do. She wasn’t going to cry and cry because she tasted a little cum, no. Before, Aunt Megan had told him it would all be alright, and since then it had. He was supposed to babysit for Leah… for a dress wearing Liam in a few days. Things had gotten better there and… and… things weren’t really bad now. Bailey liked sucking dick, she had done it before just to thank a boy for giving her a ride home from school.

Closing her eyes Bailey tried to enjoy the feeling of August’s hand through her hair, feeling like she was being pet and comforted. She considered calling Aunt Megan, the older woman had been there for her before, holding her. The thought was interrupted by her boyfriend’s voice as his hand vanished.

August wasn’t really sure what was going on, just that the girl he had fallen head over heels for had a bad day, one bad enough that Derrick Connor’s had sent her home. He didn’t think Bailey had it in her to manipulate her relationship with the man in order to go home because she was having womanly problems and if she was having cramps like his sister complained about sometimes he figured she would go talk to her mother. The girl was close enough with her mom to still call her mommy after all. His day felt like one of the worst of his life with what he had to agree to with the lawyer that was assigned to him, but mentally hearing Bailey say mommy when referring to her beautiful mom brought a smile to his face. It was a very childish thing to still be doing, but it was a piece of innocents that he loved about her. Sitting there stroking her hair with her head in his lap felt like a calm moment in a storm, his life was falling apart and he wasn’t sure how to tell anyone, but still he could be here for Bailey, she didn’t need him to dump his problems on her. A very different problem was starting to arise as she shifted her head in his lap and thoughts of her calling her mom, mommy changed to thoughts of them together and calling him daddy sprang to mind. He had never thought about that being something he wanted someone to say, but his finally in a position to relax and his eyes finding their way to look at her chest as she breathed before he forcefully snapped them away as having a growing effect. “How are you feeling?”

Hearing the voice Bailey opened her eyes and shifted on the couch so the back of her head was on his lap so that she could look up to him. ‘Auggy like, totally cares too much, he is sooo sweet. I totally need to find him a real girlfriend that will appreciate him.’ She thought before arguing with herself, how she did appreciate Auggy, but she could never feel for him the way he deserved. ‘I should at least make sure he knows I appreciate him.’

Rolling again, this time to face the man she was using as a pillow, Bailey grabbed him around the waist as she rolled to face him so she could give him a hug. “I’m feeling…” Bailey’s words drifted off as she felt something pressing into her cheek through his pants. As Bailey had shifted to give August a hug, the feminized man had scooted up more, making it so his head was no longer resting on his leg, but over his crotch. The feeling of a semi hard dick, through the dress pants or not wasn’t something Bailey would miss. Sitting up quickly Bailey tumbled to the floor as he started to scramble after touching the man’s dick.

“Bailey, are you okay!?” August reached out to try and catch the girl as she fell to the floor in what looked like a sudden, but purposeful motion

Feeling embarrassed from spazzing out and ending up with his ass on the floor, Bailey looked at the bulge in the pants of the man that now sat above him. Feeling the male member touching his cheek crashed the mental escape Bailey had been building, his long eyelash covered eyes went wide and jaw hung slack as terror struck him, somehow in his attempt to create distance had ended up sitting between the open legs of yet another man who had a hard on. “Peaches, you're like, hard.”

The corners of August’s mouth turned up as a smile he couldn’t control came to his face. Memories of what Bailey had done before, had even done when he was sitting on this couch before came to mind and he realized why the girl had moved so quickly. He had felt embarrassed at his body’s reaction to the situation, but seeing his girlfriend looking at him with wide eyes and an open mouth looking excited had those doubts start to fade away. “Yeah, I mean, I can’t help myself, has a mind of its own at times.” He said

Swallowing hard Bailey looked over to the front door to the apartment, then turned his head the other way over to his bedroom. From his position on the ground he couldn’t see the hallway, no one else was around, the only sound Bailey could hear was heartbeat, his own heavy breathing as panic started to set in and the hum of the air conditioner.

Seeing Bailey double checking the door to see it locked, her breathing coming in more rapid, shallow breaths as she got turned on at the idea of the two of them having fun in the middle of the afternoon made August think back to that first time she had wrapped her hands around his member, out in public, in a movie theater. The thought only encouraged his own arousal, but when he saw her start to shake a fraction of an inch one way and then the other in rapid motion it made him think that despite both of them being very turned on, that Bailey was worried they would be interrupted. “Hey, if you want to do this later when we know no one is going to come around, that is okay. I mean…” He started to say before wanting to backpedal, already beating himself up mentally, not wanting to make her think he didn’t want her attentions and very much wanting to feel her warm, wet mouth wrapped around his dick once again. “I really want a blow job, now or really anytime.” He laughed nervously, feeling like he was talking himself out of a good time.

“What!?” Bailey’s green eyes snapped back to the younger man who sat over him. His own thoughts and fears had been rushing in his mind like a flash flood hitting an unprepared town and had no idea what Auggy had said, but was still very much aware of what lurked under the bulge in his pants. “I’m sorry, I like… I can’t…” Bailey scooted back half a foot till his back hit the coffee table that was in front of the couch. He felt like he needed to run away, the safety of the apartment now feeling gone. The last time he felt cornered, Derrick had been there and after… Then jus little over an hour ago the bearded man had been there and Bailey hated himself for feeling like he needed saving, while another part of his brain told him that to be a good girl he needed to be obedient, needed to smile, never to argue or complain. He had been told by Miss April to never say no to her brother. ‘I’m like a good girl, happy and proud.’

The smile came back to Bailey’s face with a practiced ease, the panic in him didn’t go away, but there was comfort in just doing what one was told. ‘I’m a good girl, happy and proud. Auggy has been like really sweet and it is just another blow job. Right?’ A small titter of a laugh came to Bailey’s lips as nervous energy came bubbling up, all his time with his best friend having just as much effect conditioning him as what others have made him do.

Bailey moving away from him, apologizing to him and saying that she couldn’t made the smile on August’s face slip away, not because he wasn’t about to get a blow job, but her reaction made him worry that something was wrong. Her friendly smile and her flirty laugh eased his worry. His girlfriend had been going through something today that she didn’t want to talk about and he was fine with giving her the space, but considering how his own hormones got the better of him he could understand her initial desire to fool around before whatever was bothering her came back to the forefront of her mind. “Hey, you know there is nothing to be sorry about, maybe we can just cuddle on the couch and watch some tv. Unless you want to talk about what is going on.”

“No, no, no… can we just watch some tv please? Sugar that sounds good.” Getting back to his bare feet, Bailey sat down on the couch next to his pretend boyfriend, feeling like he had done something wrong with denying him and then felt worse when he almost jumped at the dark haired man’s touch when he felt his arm wrap around him. His real relief when the arm around him didn’t move, just held him in place while he sat there looking at the tv, not really paying attention to what Auggy put on as Bailey closed his eyes and took a few comforting inhales of the scent that always lingered around Auggy.

Holding his girlfriend close, August picked up the remote and turned the tv to one of those channels that showed home remodeling, changing houses to open concepts and adding shiplap accent walls and the like on almost every episode. The shows really weren’t something he liked to watch, but he knew every time he went to his sisters place this was on her tv nine out of ten times and took a gamble that Bailey would like it too. They hadn’t even gotten halfway through an episode before he noticed the blonde girl’s breathing had changed, the first indication that she had fallen asleep cuddling up close to him. ‘This…’ August pressed his lips together tightly. ‘Moments like this I think I will miss the most.’ August felt like he could cry, he wouldn’t of course, it was his job to be the rock. His own mother called him as much almost anytime she went off on a rant, venting her frustration. Telling him how she was glad her little boy could be her rock, and as a full blooded Italian, ranting was a frequent activity. His father was long gone, he was the man of the house, he was the man in the boyfriend, it wasn’t his job to make the people he cared about worry and fret, it was his job to help them bare the weight. Still, he couldn’t help feeling like he was at the breaking point and he had no one to blame, but himself. He hadn’t kept proper track of the documents and there were far reaching repercussions for his failure.

The buzzing of the phone as it danced around the couch cushion where it had been left when Bailey had dropped to the floor brought him out of his introspection. He wished he could leave Bailey sleeping. ‘My sleeping beauty.’ He thought before giving her a gentle shake. “Bailey, your phone.”

“Hmmm?” Bailey blinked his eyes a few times, he hadn’t remembered going to sleep, but figured after all the stress and tension from the day the moment of real relaxation had caused him to just crash. “Oh! Yeah!” Bailey said after grasping what Auggy had said, reaching over to his phone that he still had the phone case that Mommy had given him. A glance at the screen made him smile seeing it was that very person who was calling him.

“Hi Mommy!” Bailey said as he sat up, now no longer in August’s grasp, but still sitting close enough that their legs touched.

On the other end of the phone Amanda shot up to her feet soon as Bailey answered her phone. April and Derrick just left her office and in her worry she didn’t initially take notice of the chipper voice that greeted her when she called. “Bailey, are you okay honey!?”

The question was a quick reminder to Bailey of what had happened, why she was calling. He didn’t want her to find out, but he also couldn’t put it past Brannon to have talked about the interaction in his office. The creepy man felt like the type that needed to brag about his conquests… ‘Conquest, I’m like a conquest…’ Biting his bottom lip, the skirt wearing man about to answer before remembering his company. “Im… can you like hold for just a sec.” Bailey didn’t wait for a response before pressing the phone to his chest. “Im umm like going to go in the other room, be right back.”

Holding up one hand, August shook his head. “I need to head out anyways, need to prepare things for tonight, and change. Someone, who will remain nameless, as cute as she is, drooled all over me when she took a nap. “ Leaning forward he gave his girlfriend a quick kiss on her soft lips before standing up, ready to head out the door.

“Umm, like, bye.” Bailey said, his phone had been halfway back to the side of his head when he told Auggy that he was going in the other room. He didn’t want to talk about what happened in front of Auggy, he didn’t want to talk about it at all and really didn’t want mommy to know about it, but still. The idea of being left alone right now made him want to reach out and make the taller man sit back down, but he couldn’t do that. Bailey had a difficult phone call to take.

“Bye?” Amanda asked, not sure if Bailey was talking to her.

“Oh umm, no like Auggy was just leaving. He brought me home and like… how are you?” Bailey asked, slipping his feet back into his white hidden platform heels and moved over to the door to lock it behind Auggy as he left.

“How am I? Bailey I…” Amanda let out a sigh, halting the pacing she had started when Bailey told her to hold on. “Honey, I am fine, what I am is worried about you. I heard about what happened and that you went home with August.”

“Oh, umm, like, heard about that huh?” Bailey could imagine the beautiful blonde grabbing onto Derrick, and making a disgusted face. Saying how she is going to go with him because no real man would put a dick in his mouth and that thought led to Bailey thinking about how Miss April could tell her about what happened if he didn’t do what she wanted and how he had told Auggy no. ‘Ghah! I should have like totally sucked Auggy off! Please, please, please Auggy don’t tell her I didn’t do what you asked!’

“I did honey, I heard about it when I found out about George being escorted out of the building.” She wasn’t naive about what happened in the company, how it was a boys club and anyone important enough or earned enough were mostly ignored or at worst protected for things people should be brought up on charges for. She wanted to help change things, but she had her own ass slapped or pinched and been propositioned more than enough after felt to be part of the problem. Even at the manager training one man had put his hand on her knee when asking her out for a drink and she hadn’t reported it, let alone told anyone. It made her think back to when she was younger, prettier and had someone touch her breast, rubbing her just with his hand when she had worn a lower cut top and how She had gone right to human resources and had been asked several times if she wanted to proceed with her complaint. In the end she had been moved to the mail room for three months, with the excuse that they were separating her from the man in order to maintain a professional environment. They said they wrote him up, but in the end she wasn’t really sure, only knowing that they gave her a verbal warning about how she dressed and leading people on. It hadn’t been the last time she reported people for things they did, but to grow within the company she had learned how to play ball. She had grown in the company to overseer an entire department, two departments really with accounts payable and receivable for the branch, but her raises had suffered over the years, with statements about her not being a team player. Guilt wracked her that giving in to the system had caused this to come about.

“Mr. Brannon was like taken from the building?” Bailey asked, making sure he heard the woman he loved right.

“From what I understand he was physically thrown from the building after what he did, Derrick got security to take him away, letting him know he was fired and when he resisted.” She took in a deep breath, she had wanted to leave Derrick’s name off her lips after he told her how Bailey didn’t want him telling her. She felt lucky to have the man in her life, that both her and Bailey could trust and didn’t want Bailey to resent him for sharing what happened with her. “You know how George can be stubborn and when he refused to leave, things got physical.”

“Wait… waitwaitwait! Did like Mr. Brannon get thrown from the building because of what I did?! He like got fired because I gave him a blow job?!” All the fear that he had inside of him was instantly forgotten upon hearing the wonderful news. His goal waking up today was to get evidence so that Miss April could get him to at a minimum back off and at best fired. Being **** to give a blow job to a man made for the day being terrible, but giving a blow job so that the man that was threatening both himself and people he cared about to be fired and even better to be tossed onto the ground. That was a trade Bailey would take any day of the week.

“He…” Amanda started. Derrick had mentioned what Bailey had on her chin when she came to him in complete disarray. That had made her mad, angry in a very primal way, hear Bailey confirm what happened would have stoked that fire, but the way she sounded so happy gave her pause. As horrible as things could be here at the world’s largest corporation, she knew many girls used all of their assets and ability to get ahead. She didn’t think less of them, just wished it wasn’t something that they would even have to think about doing in order to succeed and really hoped Bailey didn’t think she had to as well. “Bailey, honey, I’m going to ask you something and I need you to tell me the truth.”

“Umm okay.” The smile on Bailey’s face slid away as he bit his bottom lip, the taste of his lipstick lingered in his mouth as he ruined his perfect makeup, as his mind jumped from thing to think about what she was about to ask.

“Did George **** or congole you to… you know. Or did you do it because… did you do it so you would get something from him?” No part of her mind thought about Bailey’s past and who he was, she only thought of the things she knew some girls did to get what they wanted and the girls that were taken advantage of because of things others wanted.

“Mr. Brannon… he really got thrown from the building? Like thrown on the ground?”

Turning her head Amanda put her free hand on the warm glass that acted as her rear wall to her office as she looked out on the city. “He did.” She wanted to press on, to remind Bailey she didn’t answer the question, but she was so full of emotions herself she didn’t feel confident letting any of that out without exploding.

While he had been told security had taken him from the building, Bailey pictured Derrick Connors taking off his jacket, asking someone near to hold it as he rolled up his shirt sleeves to show off his well muscled forearms before picking up the skinny, balding man and tossing him clear of the building, throwing him from the top of the small stone stairs in an impossible distance to land on the street at the front roundabout where people were dropped off. “He umm…” Bailey hesitated. “He said… “ Bailey again stopped, thinking back to not just that morning, the cock in his mouth, tasting, swallowing his cum, but to also those afternoons where he sat in his lap has he droned on and on about him or work and the time he had been spanked. Tears came to Bailey’s eyes and even as he tried to blink them away, more came. “He said I had to, because like, like… he calls me Little Best and made me pretend to be you when I had to… he said when he was in charge you would be fired. I’m sorry… I’m sorry… I like, aha, aha…” Tears started to fall down Bailey’s cheeks. The emotions that he had been repressing all coming to the surface in a rush. Not just from reliving what happened but also realizing he had openly told her what he had done and what that could mean.

“Bailey, Bailey, you do not have anything to be sorry about, this is not your fault.” She could tell Bailey was crying and it made her want to cry with her, to hold her and tell her it was all okay, that she would protect her. It also made her want to find the man and beat the hell out of him.

“No, I’m like… I just wanted to be your superhero, I wanted to protect you… I love you so much! I just want to be a good girl and I hate that I would do it again!”

“You are a hero honey, I love you too and you are more than a good girl, you are the best daughter I could ask for.” Amanda turned some of her anger inward, knowing that she should have dealt with her subordinate George Brannon because things got to this point, wishing she had the courage to do what had to be done.

For Bailey, hearing someone he loved tell him he was a good girl brought a bit of joy to his heart to cut through some of the sorrow. He had worked so hard to be a good girl, happy and proud. He wanted to be her superhero and hearing her love for him allowed him to take control of his tears. “Of… course I’m like the best. It is easy with you in my life Mommy.” The bad things didn’t instantly disappear, but the positivity allowed him to smile, at least a little at the multiple use of the word best. Candi was always quick to make a joke using the word in relation to his last name.

“Okay, you stay put honey. I am going to finish something up and then I am going to come home, we will order dinner in. Maybe order you one of those bison burgers you love so much and we can curl up in my room under the covers as we watch a movie and eat rocky road ice cream.”

Sitting down back on the couch, with his shoes still on Bailey pulled his legs up so he could press his legs to his chest in a tight personal hug. The burger, the cuddling under the covers and his favorite ice cream sounded like a great way to spend time, and all of it that much better when spent with the woman he loved, he couldn’t though. He had plans, plans he had to keep, he had defied Miss April enough by telling Auggy no, he didn’t dare cancel for tonight and Auggy didn’t deserve that. Hiding from Auggy was what got today spiral so much out of control to begin with. “Umm, I would love that it sounds like… sugar, Mommy you have no idea how good that sounds. Can we like do that tomorrow night? I’m supposed to have dinner with Auggy tonight and meet his mom.”

“Are you sure honey? I’m sure August would understand if you needed to reschedule.” She knew some women couldn’t stand the touch of a man after they were sexually abused. April had told her about the dinner to meet her mother tonight. Bailey going to do that alone gave her idea of how serious her girl was with August, but at least at first blush it felt crazy to still want to go out and do anything after what had happened. At second blush though she thought about how the normalcy, about pushing herself to go out and do something she wanted to do instead of commiserating sounded healthy. Staying in and being angry was the normal for Bailey, he had hardly let her help him when his parents passed, really only going out to have a drink, or many drinks with his friend. Now she had Bailey wanting to not let things get in the way of her new life, but not just that, she was openly sharing how she felt. It made Amanda shake her head and smile at just how much better Bailey was now that she could live the life she wanted.

“I’m totally sure, I just like, need to put myself together and pick out my outfit for tonight.” Wiping away some of his tears on his cheeks Bailey squeezed his eyes tight. He really didn’t want to go out, but tonight he had to go over and show Auggy’s mom just how clingy and airheaded he could be so that she would make Auggy break up with him. All according to Miss April’s plan and then he could be free. No more Mr. Brannon and no more Auggy… and later this week he would get to meet Leah for the first time to see with his own eyes that there was no more Liam.

“Hmm, how about I head home and help you pick out something nice for tonight? How does that sound?” Amanda asked, still wanting to get home as soon as she could to hold Bailey in her arms and apologize for what had happened and just be there for her, for anything she needed today, tomorrow or any day in the future. The last thing she needed to do here before she left though was have a conversation with the manager in the building's IT department. She wanted them to go over George Brannon’s computer with a fine toothed comb so that she could make sure the man’s career was dead and buried. She couldn’t get away with physically lashing out, that wasn’t the way of the world, but she was sure that slime ball had something, most likely multiple things on his computer that she could wield as a weapon against him.