Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Lo & Behold by Diola Dragontail Chapter 9: The Bus Stop Cat felt a pang of guilt as she shoved the twenty into her pocket. She hadn't been entirely truthful with her father. She didn't really mind lying to her mother, but it never sat well when she did it to her father. It was true, she was going to the mall alright, but she wasn't planning on meeting Brandy or Jane. She hadn't even talked to them this morning. She had no idea what they might be up to and she really wasn't thinking of it much. She had more pressing matters to deal with and since they all stemmed out of her father, lying to him didn't seem quite as bad. This morning with her father, what they did. Having his cock in her mouth, the look on his face as she was suckling on it. Feeling him cum in her mouth and on her face. All of it left an ache in her, crying out for action. That's what she was in search of dealing with. As she walked down the street away from her house, she went over her thoughts of the morning. She had thought about staying home, going back to her father for more. But she quickly dismissed that idea. What the hell was she going to do? Walk up to him and beg him to fuck her? That wasn't her style. She liked being in control. And she be damned if she was going to beg for anything. With her mother home, all of that was probably not even a possibility anyway. She wasn't even entirely sure her mother knew what was going on. She wasn't planning on being the one to tell her either. So with Dad out of the question, the only dick left in the house was Ben's. It was hard to admit to herself that she had seriously considered this too. He'd be easy to control, not too much of a challenge there, that was already a negative. She also didn't really feel the need to play teacher this morning either. Double negative, two strikes against Ben. Besides, all things considered, he was still her brother. Fucking with Dad was fun and all, but Ben was another matter entirely. Years and years of calling each other names had left a distaste to the idea. Three strikes, Ben's out. She shrugged as she reached the bus stop and glanced at her watch. The bus should be along soon enough and she might just manage to get a little fun in before it got here. She hopped onto the bus stop bench, but she didn't sit in it. Instead she hopped up onto it and planted her butt on the top of the back rest, placing her feet firmly on the seating level. She had picked her clothes intentionally for this, the most important piece being her short black skirt. It was almost see through, in just the right light anyway. It was a detail she was sure of, because she'd used it to her advantage on many occasions. To this she complimented her legs with black stockings. She liked the way they felt on her skin, but she didn't wear them often. They were like her sign that she was intentionally out for no good. Underneath her leather jacket she had a rather plain white t-shirt. Which would have seemed out of place to this ensemble, except for the fact that it was two sizes too small for her. Tight against her skin and hugging every last curve. She watched the cars as the passed by on the street, but also watched the streetlight out of the corner of her eye. Gree. Green. Green. Green. Then it finally clicked and the yellow light came on. She glanced down the street to see what was coming her way. No sign of the bus, so she looked the oncoming cars over. Who might make a suitable target? Another glance at the light and she saw it was red, just like she expected. She frowned as the cars slowed to a stop. There weren't many on the road at this hour, and none of these fit what she was looking for. The light cycled again and off the cars went. She just continued to wait, growing more and more impatient with each passing second. As the light started to change again, she smiled to herself. Still no bus, but she spotted a car coming that was just what she was waiting for. The most important bit was the non-local license plate. Her eyes glanced over the car now, a shiney bright blue sports car. Looked freshly washed too. This was just sounding better and better. She secretly hoped her luck would hold out. She narrowed her eyes as the car approached, trying to make out the occupants. No one in the front pasaanger seat, just a guy behind the steering wheel. Good. She couldn't see him yet, but by the look of the car, it was probably s guy with something to prove. Probably Mr. Mid-Life Crisis or Mr. Wannabe Lawyer. She gave them all names, she'd have to wait until she got a look at him to give him his. As the car slowed, she found the right name for him. Mr. Toupee. He wasn't bad looking, probably a stone's throw away from an office retirement party. Probably spends most of his week days in a cubicle. He really needs to do something about the bad rug though. As she studied him, Mr. Toupee's head slowly turned to look at her. Almost like he was flirting with her, the expression on his face was the typical "Hey, look at me" sort that she expected. She just smiled back at him, returning the flirt. The immediate reply she gave him didn't seem to surprise him at all, as if he didn't expect her to have any other reaction. She knew she was about to change that. She shifted her feet on the bench, drawing his eyes down her body as she spreadher legs. Her skirt pulled tight, the top hem of her stockings coming into view. Pale skin slowly being revealed. His eyes locked on her body as the expression drained from his face, a look of surprise dawning quickly on him. "Yeah, smart ass." Cat thought to herself as she smirked. "You like that don't you. You dirty old man... Trolling the bus stop for teenage girls." She kept moving her legs apart, she didn't want to be too obvious. She didn't want everyone to be able to see what she was doing. This was a private show. Just for Mr. Toupee and herself. She stopped when her knees were just about a foot apart. Just enough to let him see her thin, dark bush. And maybe just the slightest hint of something more. She hadn't worn panties, of course. Mr. Toupee just continued to stare. She could tell that he wanted to look away, that he knew this was trouble. That she was trouble. All his perceived superiority that he had been trying to ooze out, all gone. With just a flick of her legs. The sound of a car horn blaring jarred the both of them out of the moment. The light had turned green and the car behind Mr. Toupee was wondering what the delay was. Mr. Toupee jolted back into reality, his car lurching forward a couple of feet with a high-pitched screech. A couple of more feet and he was driving normally. Cat closed her legs and smiled to herself. It didn't fulfill her, but it was still quite enjoyable. She reached for her coat pocket and pulled out a clove cigarette and her lighter. She lit up the smoke and exhaled happily as she watched the light change and the cars cycle by. The next few sets of cars got by her without incident and she didn't expect Mr. Toupee to come back around. He was probably too scared that the cops were waiting somewhere to jump out and nab him. She was about half way through the cigarette when she spotted the black town car slowly crusing down the street. She didn't really feel the need to do more, but this provided more temptation than she could possibly withstand. A local license plate, not her usual choice, but then she recognized the car. She knew who owned it and she knew they lived just a couple of blocks away from her own home. She wasn't totally sure of their real names, but she knew them all the same. And she knew where they were on there way to church this morning. The old retired couple were supposed to be the perfect, God fearing pair. But Cat knew a secret about them. Cat knew what Mr. God Fearer really liked. She knew she had to play this one differently, a little more carefully. She took another puff from her cigarette and turned her head to look down the street. Away from the town car as it stopped. She imagined herself looking the atypical, disaffected youth. Totally unaware and uncaring about their presence. In reality, she watched the passenger's out of the corner of her eye. She watched as the older lady glanced at her for a second. Then said something to her husband. She could see the older man still looking. Just like she knew he would. And that's when she gave him something to look at. It wasn't a lot. It was just a shift of her hips. A quick glance. Letting his imagination carry the glimpse into a full blown image. In the midst of this, she heard the groan of the approaching bus. Giving her a chance to shift again. Another glimpse and this time the chance to look directly into the town car. The older lady still staring ahead. The older man still staring at her. His eyes glancing up, meeting Cat's eyes for a second. The deep red blush hitting his wrinkly pale cheeks just before he turned away. She tossed the cigarette away with a smirk. Hopping back onto her feet as the bus slowed to a stop. She walked forward, straight towards the town car. She could see the nervous old man clutching the steering wheel tighter. His hands shaking, probably praying with all his might that the light would change. At the very last second, Cat turned and headed towards the door of the bus. "I'll let you off with a warning this time, the old man." She thought to herself with a bigger smirk. "I'll probably let you off next time too, but one day I'm going to get you off personally."