Converted: Bring the Family, part 13

They parked in front of the diner in the deserted gas station’s parking lot. Sophie staggered out, and lit another cigarette.
“Shitty place,” she said.
“You’ve got to vomit here, not do a glamour photoshoot,” Sharon laughed.
Sophie smirked.
They were hastening to the diner, Sharon swaying on her high heels and Sophie barefoot, when the older woman gasped, stopped, bent double and started breathing heavily.
Sharon supported her. “Hold on!”
Sophie kept gasping for about a minute, squeezing her thighs together. Then she straightened up, shaking her dark bronze mane, and gave her daughter a mischievous grin.
“And so now we know that in your darkest fantasies,” she said, “I take it up my ass regularly.”
Sharon’s eyes goggled. “Sounds like fun.”
Her mother gave her a peg on the cheek. “Oooh, luv, everything’s widening and toning up back there. Looks like my back door’s been used a lot.” Then she grimaced and gulped. “A toilet!”
They went in, a tired-looking waitress staring at the leather girl and the barefoot woman hastening towards the ladies.
Once inside, Sophie made a beeline for one of the stalls, bent down, holding her hair out of the way, and with a heave and a retch, started throwing up in fits.
Sharon stood behind her. “Nobody else had such a reaction,” she said.
Sophie straightened up and spat a final glob of phlegm in the toilet. “I’ll have to get rid of all the shit your father fed me through theses years,” she said, cleaning her lips with the back of her wrist. “Now get me a pair of scissors.”
Sharon smirked. “What?”
“Get me a fucking pair of scissors!”
Then Sophie turned, and started puking again.
By the time Sharon got hold of the waitress and convinced her to hand her a big pair of scissors, Sophie had finished her business with the toilet, and was standing in front of the last stall, whose door was closed and carried a sign reading “Janitor's Closet”.
She just extended her hand and Sharon placed the scissors on her palm.
“Get the fuck out, now,” Sophie said. Sharon grinned evilly and left as she opened the scissors, and used one of the blades to crack the lock of the private closet.


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Sophie emerged from the ladies half an hour later.
She had cut her hair in short, irregular bangs. The dark regrowth gave her a two-tone look, black roots fading to dark blonde. She was wearing her blouse tied below her breasts, leaving her belly exposed, and she had found a pair of dirty jeans in the closet, that fit snugly on her wide hips. Whether they had been ripped on the kneed from the start, or if she’s had a go at them with the scissors, Sharon could not say. She had a red bandanna around her neck, and was still barefoot.
She sat in front of Sharon. There was a growing darkness about her, a hungry look and a feverish light in her eyes. She tapped her long nails on the tabletop.
She took a cigarette from Sharon’s packet and gestured for her to lit it up.
"You fine?"
Sophie blew a cloud of smoke. “Shit, luv, I think I should hate you for what you did to me, but I can’t.”
The waitress came to fill their cups with coffee and gave a weird look at Sophie. Sophie smirked at her.
“Nice ass,” she said as the waitress retreated.
“Mom!”
“Call me Sophie.”
The blonde sipped the coffee and grimaced. “I’ll go ask the babe for some sugar. You wait me here.”
Sharon stared as Sophie walked to the waitress, like a cat on the prowl. She came real close, invading the waitress’ space with her body. She talked, softly. The waitress nodded, and glanced at the table where Sharon sat. Then she half turned, a to grab the sugar dispenser from the counter, but Sophie forced her to turn back, a hand on her arm.
Sharon wet her lips, staring.
Sophie kept talking, kept coming closer, pinning the waitress between the counter and her impudent tits. She caressed the waitress’s cheek, and brushed a strand of hair behind her ear.
The girl once again glanced at Sharon, and then stared back at Sophie’s face, and she blushed, and nodded.
They disappeared in the back, Sophie casting a last saucy glance at Sharon, that started laughing obscenely.

#

Sophie came back in about half an hour, with a wicked light in her eyes as she tied back her blouse.
“Had fun?” Sharon asked.
The blonde chuckled. “It was a good way to start the evening.”
From the door to the back, the waitress came out staggering, a silly grin on her face. She waved at Sophie, and giggled.
Sophie winked at her.
“Are you high?” Sharon asked.
Sophie shrugged. “We smoked some hash while we fucked.”
Sharon pouted. “And what about me?”
Sophie put her hand under Sharon’s chin and lifted her face. “You’ve got to drive, honey.”
They laughed as they walked back to the car.
“And now,” Sophie said, lighting up two cigarettes, “I need a change of habit.”