Daisy learns more about Scarlet

For a while, Daisy didn't say anything at all. Mr. Johnson didn't seem to be in the mood. She was a curious girl, though, and it didn't take long for her curiosity to get the best of her. "So..." she began, as if her next question could be anything but what it was. "Who was that?" Her voice was as quiet as a mouse's.

Mr. Johnson glared at her. "Some bitch," he said when he turned back to the road.

"I mean, obviously," she said, pretending to laugh. "She seems like... such a loser. But it seemed like maybe you knew her?" This didn't seem like a good idea, but he had dragged her out of bed at 1 AM to let a bunch of strangers watch her get fucked. And they weren't even getting off to it! She felt silly, like she'd been tricked into an evening she wasn't interested in. It was one thing to pick her up in the middle of the night for some risky fun, but this wasn't that.

"Yeah," Mr. Johnson said. "Yeah, I knew her. We used to fuck. She was basically the first Daisy. Back when I first started the company."

"Oh," Daisy said. It wasn't like she felt special when she got an email right before her lunch break telling her to 'stay late for a quick debrief,' but this took the cake.

"Don't get like that," he said. "She was a stripper. Fresh out of freshman year, real genius, but too broke to pay the bills. She danced at a couple events for the company. It was a real boys' club back in those days." *As if it isn't now,* Daisy thought. "We hooked up at one. Ward was roaring laughing when I came on her face at that one. Kept her number, kept paying her. We had our fun, but then she decided to get married." As he was talking, she noticed he was rubbing himself through his boxers. *That's one way to get back in his good books,* she thought. She reached over and pulled it out. As he drove and told his little tale of woe, she started to give him a handjob. His dick was as hard as ever. Daisy didn't think it was because of her.

"How long ago was that?" Who cared if he was thinking of other women while it was her hand tugging him off? She'd be the one entertaining him at the end of the night.

"Five years, I guess," he said.

Five years? Five fucking years ago Scarlet left him (no way that was her real name, right? Did he even know her real name?) and he was still mad about it? Daisy felt like she didn't even understand whose cock it was she was holding right now. That didn't stop her from leaning over and taking it into her mouth, though. He still hadn't cum yet, and he hated to go home with blue balls.