Back in high school and later in college, my mother would tell me about the two daughters of a friend of hers and how I should a) meet them and b) ask one of them out on a date. This is mother speak for, ‘those girls are cute and they really need a nice boy instead of all the bad boys they’ve been seeing.’ The truck load of assumptions and pretty lies in that statement could fill a book. Needless to say, I never did meet either of these two girls until I was well out of college.
I think I should start by describing their mother for she is a complete piece of work. Stacy at one time was probably an HB8. Long auburn hair, always fit, even today in her 50’s. She was the consummate bait and switch dealer. While dating (and let me tell you, even today she’s a serial dater, or should I just say she still sleeps with a lot of men) she comes across as a super feminine air head. She does this to get guys to jump through hoops for her and to bow to her every wish, playing the ditsy damsel in distress. In reality she’s a steely opportunist, with a razor sharp mind and go for the jugular mentality when it come to her life and work. She’s not above stabbing anyone in the back if she thinks it’s to her advantage and she can get away with it. She dumped her husband when her daughters were 7 and 8 years old and hasn’t been able to find another guy ‘good enough’ to marry. She pretty much raised her two daughters herself and the three of them have a bunker mentality. An us versus the rest of the world viewpoint. She also keeps a short leash on her two daughters even though both are married now. It’s sort of a weird dependency cycle going on there.
I met the younger of the two daughters, Gwen about 7 years ago. She was only 23 or so years old at the time. She never had gone to college and had worked various service industry jobs since finishing high school. Gwen was a prematurely aging former HB7 who’d been raised like her older sister to get by on her looks. She had long strawberry blond hair, a decent face, and at one time a nice figure. She’d had a truck load of bad boys dump their load in her and had accidentally (on purpose?) gotten pregnant by one particularly bad, bad boy. He stuck around just long enough to see the kid born and then left her life permanently. She has no idea where he is and no desire to have him back. She liked it that way and so did her mother who Gwen leaned on heavily. Gwen never seemed to get her figure or her looks back after the pregnancy. Everything seems just a little bit loose and saggy after that. Doors also didn’t seem to open as easily for her either. She eventually found a nice solid beta who liked her daughter and married him.
The oldest of Stacy’s daughters was named Elise. Elise was a little over a year older than Gwen. I first met her when she was 25. She had long red hair that had a natural curliness. Like her mother, Elise was athletic, standing roughly 5′7″ tall, with B cup breasts and and nice round posterior. Elise was a solid 8-8.5 and totally out shown her sister in the looks department. Gwen looked positively plain next to Elise. Elise had been told she was beautiful all her life and she knew it opened doors for her. She counted on it, thrived on the male attention, and like her mother used it to get what she wanted.
The day I met Elise, she had come into the business where I work to interview for the bookkeeping position. A position for which she was wholly unqualified for. No experience in that kind of position and all her previous jobs were in the service industry. The owners of the company (all men in their 50’s, one alpha, one lesser alpha, and one lesser beta) hired her on the spot.
At the time the office was made up of just over 20 individuals with approximately 1/3 of them women. To say adding an HB8 into the mix of UB1s-UB4s is a volatile situation is an understatement. The UBs circled the wagons so to speak. All except the mother hen, she set out to get Elise under her wing and accepting of her dominance. The mother hen was the gossip and pot stirrer of the office. Like a spider she would pull her strings and manipulate to get what she wanted.
Over the next two years I got to know Elise fairly well for a co-worker. To be honest, I like all the other guys in the office lusted after her body. Her personality, not so much. Oh, she was bright and cheerful and fun to be around, and like any trixie, manipulative and aware of how her looks affected men. I was in LJBF territory from the start. She sized up all the guys in the office and came to one unconscious conclusion, beta.
Elise was also a consummate cock hopper. She liked a certain type of guy. Rugged, outdoorsy, into guns, and big trucks. This is where the mother hen hatched a plan. Her son was a couple of years younger than Elise, but fit the bill. Mother Hen didn’t push her son on Elise, instead she’d have him stop by to drop something or other off. Elise was intrigued. At the right moment, when Elise was between bad boys, the mother hen let her son know that Elise was single. That was all it took for Matt to get her number and ask her out. Shortly thereafter they were a couple.
Everything was going along fine until another Alpha set his sights on Elise. In many respects the new alpha, Eric, was a carbon copy of Mother Hen’s son (MHs for short). Both drove big pickup trucks, had guns, etc., but there was one difference. MHs worked for an agricultural conglomerate and owned his own farm. Eric worked for his parents multi-state construction company, but he was starting law school. Which to Elise meant status and more money.
The writing was on the wall for MHs. Elise and MHs went on a trip to visit her best friend. Things did not go well. MHs playful alpha behavior was no longer acceptable. Elise was already seeing Eric, but not telling MHs that she had another man on the hook. By the time they returned from the trip, MHs was given the boot. Eric was now the target.
Elise was now approaching 28 and I think she was aware on some level that her looks were not quite what they used to be. She needed the ring and she needed it quick. Eric and Elise were engaged after dating only 3 months. Two of those month she was still seeing MHs. Elise converted to Catholicism and joined Eric’s parish. The wedding was a year later. Elise likes to claim that their first child was conceived on their honeymoon, but her mother spilled the beans. She was 5 weeks pregnant at the wedding. So much for obeying their Catholic faith.
Elise and Eric moved to the town where Eric went to law school. While he was in law school they had their second child and by the time he graduated their third was on the way. She stays at home with the kids now that he’s passed the bar and is working for a law firm. She gets to spend his money. He get’s to provide.
