The Clicker: or Candice's Step-Dad had a Secret

"We're doing this for one reason, to support my Mom." Candice says, getting into the Prius riding shotgun, wearing a comfy pair of jeans and a thick sweater, her dark red hair pulled back into a pony tail. She's settling in for the long five hour trip from Chicago to Buck Creek, Indiana, the place she grew up, and hardly ever returns.

"I'm here to support you too." said her fiance Jeffrey, a mild-mannered polo wearing string bean of a man with a seven inch cock. "I know you hate going back there."

"I never understood what my Mom saw in him. I mean my Mom isn't the most enlightened person, but she's so much better than him. I'm glad I was finishing up High School when he moved in, and would be out of that whole backwards town soon."

"You don't have to talk about him." Jeffrey insisted.

But Candice found herself talking about him on most of the drive. The dreaded "him." Her step-dad Richard. Well, he had been her step dad, but wasn't anymore. He wasn't anything anymore, except dead, gone for good, and they were on their way to help her mom, Jackie, get his affairs in order.

She'd rarely talked about him to Jeffrey. "He was just a shitty person." She'd say, "There's nothing to talk about." But now that he was gone she felt compelled to explain what it was that made him so terrible.

"He was the type of guy who always had to be right. And was always looking to piss you off." She explained. "You'd come down in the morning and say 'Good morning' and he'd say 'Why is it good? Don't make a claim you can't back up,' and whenever you shrugged off his bullshit he'd say something like, 'Only the weak give up,' ugh, he was the worst."

Jeffrey drove and listened. He was a good listener and prided himself on being the nicest, sweetest fiance a girl could have. They met two years ago when his job as a community organizer and her job for Planned Parenthood brought them to the same fundraiser. They hit it off immediately. They both loved cooking, and hiking, and reading. They loved going to protests together. They supported local artist, especially those with strong feminist voices. The believed in the same things. They had the same values. They were in love.

Part of what they shared was a hatred of their youth. Although Jeffrey hated it because he was, what he called, a "horny little goblin," a real pervert who lusted after every girl he saw. He recalled it with guilt.

Candice hated it because Buck Creek was a backwards, spiteful, redneck town where she had few friends and fewer hobbies and then, of course, Richard showed up and only made things worse.

She shared all the stories:

The one time there was an Asian couple in the grocery store and he loudly said, 'I wish people would just learn how to talk English' and when she corrected him and said, 'speak English' he said 'I knew you'd agree with me!'"

The time her only friend Lizzie got a short hair cut and he started calling her Lezzie.

How he was constantly in debt, always gambling and blaming others for his losses.

The time he threatened to stab someone and got away with it because most of his friends were cops, who, of course, were also assholes.

How anytime anyone said something he disagreed with he'd say, "Back in the military, saying dumb shit gets you latrine duty." Even though he served for only 4 months before being dishonorably discharged.

Tales of his terrible behavior seemed to never end. Jeffrey was glad he'd never gotten to know him.

Eventually they arrived at their destination and Candice hugged her mom.

Jeffrey had never met Jackie before, and the pictures he'd seen didn't do justice to just how much alike she and her daughter looked. Jackie's hair was shorter, more common for a woman of her age, that age being late forties, and the smattering of freckles across her nose had faded with time while Candice's was still well pronounced, but they were both tall with pale skin, long necks and piercing hazel eyes.

She'd been crying and Jeffrey felt bad for her, even though he knew Candice would never shed a tear for the loss of her terrible step dad. "This might seem like a strange question right now but what would you like me to call you?" He asked. "Mom? or Jackie? or something else?"

"Ma' is fine." Jackie said, "That's what Candice calls me... when she's talking to me."

It wasn't that they weren't on speaking terms, it was just that Candice, so eager to leave her past behind, didn't call much.

But she was determined to make good. After all she was here now and ready to assist in any way possible.

"We need to go talk to the cemetery." Jackie said, "And then the funeral home." And Candice agreed to join her. So Ma' turned her attention to Jeffrey, "While we do that can you start cleaning out the garage? I'll show you the boxes that belonged to Richard. Honestly you can throw out everything. It's all junk. I just can't bare to look at it right now."

Jeffrey agreed as well. Everyone wanted to be helpful.

He was surprised at how nice the house was. From how Candice told it, he'd thought maybe she grew up in a trailer or a shack. But it was one of the nicest houses in town. Richard had run a landscaping company and, of course, always charged more to the people he didn't like. But the result was a good living for him and Candice's mom. Maybe that's what she saw in him.

It didn't matter. The ladies had left and it was up to him to start cleaning. Old bottles, old trinkets, cigar boxes, so many trucker's hats and wrap around sunglasses, even more things with stars and bars flags on them. And then... something curious... very curious.

A shoe box, and in it a cheaply made flyer that said "Come see the Magnificent Maniac, one night only at the Pine Tar Tavern" and what looked like a cape, and a small little device, small enough to fit into the palm of a hand with a little button on it that clicked when pressed. And even stranger, the little device had hearts painted on it. Not to sort of thing Richard the asshole would seemingly have among his possessions.

Jeffrey slipped it in his pocket to ask about later and then promptly forgot about it.

Candice and Ma' returned home. They had dinner, they had some cheap wine, they watched TV, they got ready for bed.

"You can both use your old room." Jackie said, "I don't care if you share a room, even though Richard would've never let you. I know you're engaged after all."

Also, they were 25 and 26 years old, not exactly untrustworthy teenagers anymore. Not that Candice had ever been an untrustworthy teenager. "Can you imagine me wanting to date anyone in this town?" She said. "I used to wish I was gay... because lesbians are more civilized obviously, but also because it would have been easier to find someone to date. But as much as I wished it... I'm not." Which is why a girl as pretty as Candice had been a late bloomer.

Of course, Jeffrey didn't care about such things. He just wanted to make sure Candice felt free to continue being a strong, independent woman.

And as he took of his pants for the night, he felt the object in his pocket and remembered that it was there.

He held it up for his fiancee to see, "I found this among your step-dad's things. What do you suppose it is? Looks like a garage door opener or something."

Candice looked at it curiously. "There's hearts painted on it. How strange. Maybe it's a pocket flash light. What happens when you push the button?"

Jeffrey pressed it and it made a loud clicking noise. But nothing interesting happened. His curiosity was unrewarded.

Candice suddenly moaned and rubbed her eyes. "Mmmmm, I don't feel so great. That casserole Ma's neighbor made wasn't very good. I probably shouldn't have eaten it."

Jeffrey frowned in sympathy, "It's been a weird day. Too much driving. Too much stress. A good night of sleep will help." He decided it was time to give up on the mystery of the little device. But gave it one last look and one last click for good measure.

He was so busy inspecting it, he didn't notice Candice drop to her knees next to him. Didn't notice her pull her shirt off so she was clad only in her white bra and comfy pants. Didn't notice until she spoke.

"Daddy..." She stared up at him with big wanton eyes, "I need my Dick Daddy to use me up, please." She pouted.

Jeffrey's entire body tensed. His heart felt like it stopped. What the fuck was happening? "Candice, what are you doing?"

"What I was made for." Candice answered, the tone of her voice sounding different than usual. It wasn't a normal voice, it was a bit lower, a bit softer, and melodic, suggesting a certain... well... stupidity.

"Is this some kind of joke?" Jeffrey asked, his stopped heart suddenly feeling like it was beating strongly. Blood was flowing throughout his body, inevitably some of it found its way between his legs. How could he help it, seeing Candice like this?

"Everyone knows I was made for one reason... to be used by my Dick Daddy." Candice opened her mouth wide, and laid out her tongue like a welcoming red carpet to her throat.

And as Jeffrey looked at her looking so very different from any way he'd ever seen her, the possibility dawned on him... was it the clicker? He quickly started putting pieces together. Was the clicker doing this to her? Was the Magnificent Maniac some sort of stage name for her step-dad... had he been a hypnotist? Had he done this to her?

It all seemed ludicrous... impossible. Then again how Candice was behaving also seemed impossible.

Jeffrey looked deep into her eyes, which were more shallow end empty than he'd ever seen them before. "Candice stop!" He didn't want to be stern with her. What right did he have to be stern with her? But he wanted her to know he was serious. If this was a joke, it had to end, partially because the whole thing was starting to tempt him with thoughts... goblin thoughts about taking advantage of this strange situation. "Act normal." He said.

"Yes sir." Candice said, her voice not returning to normal, "I guess I am acting strange. Very strange. I never wear this much clothes around my Dick Daddy." She stood up and pulled down her pants and underwear in one quick motion. Jeffrey gasped at the sudden sight of his fiancee's soft slit... not because he hadn't seen it before... it had always been a lovely pussy, pale flesh, pink lips, with a wisp of red hair on it, but because he was pretty sure he'd never seen it so soaking wet.

She pulled her bra off effortlessly, then plopped right back onto the floor, this time on her ass with her legs spread eagle, knees bent. "Is this more normal?" She asked.

Fuck! Jeffrey didn't know what to do. How could he fix this? He wasn't about to go call Ma' in to help. He couldn't get anyone to help. Doing something about what ever was happening was up to him. What should he do? What could he do? What if he did something he might regret? Would he get away with it?

He told himself not to have such thoughts.

But he couldn't help it. He knew he was still a little horny goblin at heart.