The Midnight City Social Hour

--Daisy pt2

Daisy asked Tommy about the dinner date. With his new secretary.

"Her responsibilities are more of a facility manager," Tommy said.

Daisy didn't believe him. When Tommy offered her one of the diaphanous pills, she put her foot over his eyes. "I will not let you drug me Thomas. Never again!"

"But I've never drugged you against your will. You've always asked me to feed you pills with my tongue. Remember how good you felt, last time? Your teeth were so clean and they tasted so smooth." Tommy took Daisy's foot in his hand and began to suck on her toes. Her big toe at first, then individually acknowledging the smaller toes.

She had a clean foot. Soap smooth and a fresh smell. That's how it usually worked, when Daisy was herself. She cleaned every part of herself for Tommy.

Her eyes looked glassy, as if she had burned a joint; her crying sounded makeshift and false. And her foot was stuck in Tommy's mouth. It took minimal resistance to keep her toes in his mouth, wiggling over his tongue and between his teeth. And when he licked the underside of her foot, she fidgeted. She was ticklish.

"Stop Tommy!" Daisy's leg jerked, though it was back and forth, tempting him to keep hold of her foot, to run his tongue over her leg, which was now arched over his shoulder. Daisy was naked underneath the blanket. "I know you hid all of my clothes. Where did you put them?"

Tommy couldn't answer her. The diaphanous pills were in his hand, as his lips moved from her ankle to the crease in her knee. "Should I swallow a pill, Daisy?"

The blanket, a soft white with a little bit of tan, made of duck feathers, was held to Daisy's mouth, her hands on either side. She looked afraid. She didn't say anything.

Tommy swallowed the first pill.

The second pill he fed to Daisy, between her legs, under the blanket.