Dominic Strauss Short Story

Life for Dominic Strauss was rather comfortable though he was aware
that most people would look at his little set up and run as far as
they could back to ‘civilization’. Those sort were just a bunch of
bitches who couldn’t survive five minutes without some sad little
creature comforts, coffee that cost five dollars for a cup or
restaurants that charged you an arm and a leg for something that no
normal person should be able to pronounce. There was something pure
about living out where Dominic did, at least he thought so. The cabin
was nothing fancy but it was comfortable enough for him, it had power,
running water, there was a roof over his head and no one else for
miles around him. In the summer he would fish and year round he
hunted, this

place was a paradise. He didn’t even need a job in order
to sustain this life, not really, just a lovely little government
double dip of welfare and military medical retirement pension gave him
plenty of money and when he needed more he would just sell some of the
moonshine that he distilled.

Hell that shit was selling really well these days and it had become
difficult for him to keep up with the demand anymore, the man who
owned the liquor store in town who bought the stuff told him that
‘hipsters’ would drive out from the cities to buy it at a premium. A
bunch of fools who apparently spent a lot of time and effort to make
sure they looked as quirky as possible were willing to spend a lot of
money on some good old white lightning because they thought it was
more authentic. It had only started in the last year or so but the
extra money that was coming in was a welcome treat, Dominic had
finally decided to catch up with the times and get a computer along
with an internet hookup. Nothing fancy of course, he hadn’t let some
teenager at Walmart upsell him to the highest end model, just
something he understood to be reliable and effective.

Until he had owned one Dominic had laughed at the thought that he
needed a computer but he had found there were some things to like
about having one. At first he had just screwed around with it, played
some solitaire with it, watched some porn, discovered youtube

and
spent hours laughing at stupid shit there. One day, on a whim, he had
chosen to search for the name of his favorite little niece, expecting
to maybe find a picture or two that the girl had posted on some social
media bullshit… instead he had found her little hobby.

His little
Leah, whose summer visit he was so looking forward to this year,
apparently liked to dress up in different outfits and show herself off
for the camera. It even seemed that she had a small little following,
no doubt guys who would love to pin her down and strip away those
outfits that looked so good on her. A fake account hadn’t been hard to
make and soon Dominic was following her, spending hours examining her
pictures and reading the comments she left. The girl had even been
kind enough to put up a few videos where she demonstrated how she made
her outfits and explained what she used. Those had been of particular
interest to the forty six year old man, in fact they had inspired him
a little bit.

And so Dominic had passed the time waiting for the upcoming visit,
preparing for the day when she would arrive and he would be able to
entertain himself in a far more interesting and even productive way.
Over the course of months he bought quite a few little things through
the internet (so much more useful then he had initially thought) and
had them delivered to a PO Box in town, building up a little

stockpile
as he prepped.

Finally the day came when she was due to arrive, a bus would be
dropping her off in town and Dominic would be picking her up from the
stop. He had awoken that morning, as he always did, with a hell of a
hard on, but that day he didn’t bother doing anything about it. Rising
slowly, a gulp from a bottle of clear liquor taking the edge off the
ache in his back, Dominic went about getting ready, prepping the room
his niece would be staying in when she wasn’t sleeping at the foot of
his bed. He didn’t bother to shower, it had been a few days but he
didn’t smell too bad, instead just getting dressed right away, the
same white t-shirt he had worn the day before and some well-worn
jeans.

Another pull from his liquor bottle along with bacon and eggs made up
his breakfast before Dominic settled into his favorite seat, a
battered recliner, and watched some fishing shows on the tv. No reason
for him to rush just yet, he had a little time and if Leah had to wait
at the bus stop for a little bit then it was no big deal. Eventually
he did rise, haven fallen asleep for perhaps an hour while sitting in
his recliner, Dominic climbed into his battered
truck
and started the long drive down the winding and mostly unpaved road.

Though he was running a little late Dominic didn’t go straight to the
bus stop, instead stopping by his PO box to pick up one last package.
For the last few months, in addition to some interesting little things
he thought might be fun to have around when Leah arrived, Dominic had
been receiving a variety of packages full of the things that his niece
would use in crafting her little outfits, planning on having her dress
up for his pleasure whenever the urge struck.

Finally, nearly an hour late, Dominic pulled up to the bus stop,
smiling to himself when he saw Leah there and reaching over to open up
the truck door for her. “Get your pretty little ass on in here.” He
greeted her, voice gruff, he was not a man used to asking politely.
“You know I don’t like spending too much time down here in town.”
Already there was a dangerous glimmer in his eyes, lust and something
darker could be seen if you looked close. Leah was finally sixteen and
as he looked at her Dominic felt it was long past time that she got a
lesson on what her proper place was in the world.