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  Table of Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Queenie

  The Real Soccer Moms of Beaver County

  HJ Bellus

  Magan Vernon

  Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  THE REAL SOCCER MOMS OF BEAVER COUNTY

  Copyright © 2016 by HJ Bellus.Small Town Girl Books, LLC. & Magan Vernon Beautifully Broken Books, LLC

  Edited by: Ultra Editing Company (Emma Mack)

  Proofreading by: Alissa Glenn PA

  Formatting: HJ Bellus & Magan Vernon

  hard work of HJ Bellus.

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to locales, events, business establishments, or actual persons—living or dead—is entirely coincidental.

  Dedication-

  To all of the sideline moms everywhere-

  We raise our BPA free flask to you.

  Chapter 1

  Queenie

  Wet Dreams Do Come True

  “What are you girls doing?”

  Blanche’s screeching voice invades my quite delicious dream. It was all of Brady’s tight ass that was in perfect view last night. Blanche continues hollering and stomping down the hallway, and that’s when reality hits me and I sit straight up in my bed. The glaring red numbers on my alarm clock is my first sign of my morning going to hell.

  It’s nine twenty-five and I was supposed to have the girls at the field fifteen minutes ago. Annie had been begging to have a sleepover with Sadie, and of course it would be the night I had a damn wet dream about Sadie’s uncle’s ass. Leaving the mess behind in the bed, I jump up quickly and grab new panties and my bedazzled jeggings, while jetting for the living room before Blanche busts my balls.

  As soon as I swing open the door to my bedroom, Blanche is there ready to bust through.

  “Morning, sexy babe.” I run my hands through my hair, which I’m sure it standing up on end.

  “Sleep in, much?” She taps her designer knee-high leather boots. Her highlights shine even in the dimly lit hallway, but I don’t dare compliment her on her hair in this moment.

  “Just showered and ready to roll.” I offer up a weak ass, totally busted smile.

  “Move.” Blanche pushes by me. “Where is he?”

  “Who?” I scratch my head completely confused.

  “They guy you were just banging.” Blanche throws open the door to my master bathroom and then my walk-in closet. “Seriously, Queenie?”

  “I wasn’t with a man. Just slept in a bit and then showered.”

  “Really.” She throws her hand on her hip. “Your hair is dry and day old glitter is still on your face.”

  “Blanche. Enough. I’m late and you’re just making us later.”

  She waltzes over to my bed, and I’m not sure whether it’s my panties she steps in first or the crime scene on the bed that finally puts all the puzzle pieces together.

  “Eeewwwww,” she squeals in an ear piercing shrill.

  “Your brother’s ass, okay? I blew my load in a wet dream remembering his tight ass from last night.” My hands now perched on my hips with my sassy attitude radiating from me.

  “God,” she huffs out and rolls her eyes. “You’re gross. I thought gay men weren’t pigs.”

  I laugh out loud at our inside joke and wrap her up in a tight hug. “You love me, Blanchey Boo.”

  “You better not have any of your damn baby batter left on you.”

  “My baby batter would make you shine, my darling, it’s full glitter.”

  “Go.” She pushes off me. “And get a damn shirt on and some shoes, we have to face hell bitch, Moira, and put up with Douchey Doug reffing.”

  Blanche marches out of the room, and I hustle to find the rest of my clothing. I worry about that girl and all the damn hatred she holds for people in this town, especially Moira and Doug. It’s not healthy for her or the baby. I’ve seen a sliver of happiness that Clancy has brought into her life and want that more than anything for my best friend.

  “Queenie told her she could, momma.”

  I hear Sadie’s sweet voice and then Blanche begin to blast back.

  “Ladies, ladies, ladies, what in the hell is going on in here?” I toss my hand over my head showing them all my sass is in full action.

  “Are you seriously letting Annie do full-on wing tips and blue eye shadow for the game?”

  Looking in the mirror, I stand my blond hair up on the ends. “Blanche, it’s her freedom to express herself. It’s the one thing as a parent that I’ll never deny her.”

  “Mom, can I do some eye shadow?” Sadie asks with a hopeful tone.

  “Denied. Completely denied, sister.” Blanche clutches to her lower belly and winces in pain for a second.

  “Bad fart, mom?” Sadie asks with a toothy grin covering her face.

  “Yeah,” Blanche only nods.

  “Girls, outside. Let’s go.” I wave them out and then wrap my arm around Blanche.

  “What’s going on?”

  “I don’t know. I never had these pains when pregnant with Sadie.”

  “When’s your next doctor appointment or first I mean?”

  “In two days.”

  “Blanche, you need to go in before that.”

  “Okay, Clancy,” she rolls her eyes at me and then waves to the girls to start walking to the soccer field. “I called the office and they said it was nothing to worry about.”

  “Better not be, sexy momma, I’m ready to be an auntie again.”

  “I’d be lost without you here, Queenie.” Blanche wraps her arm around my waist.

  It warms my heart to see Annie with Sadie. They both have their pink bags over their shoulders with their cleats clinking on the sidewalk. Annie isn’t the most competitive one, but has a heart of gold and deserves a best friend in this world other than me.

  “Shit,” I blurt out when we are only blocks away from the damn field.

  “You forgot the snacks, right?” Blanche pats my shoulder. “Clancy has us covered.”

  Now that my heart has completely sunk deep down into my butthole, I exhale a bit. Seeing Luna half a block ahead of us with her spring water and bag of organic fruit reminded me of my complete fuck up. Luna, the snack sergeant, would’ve had my golden balls on a platter.

  “And don’t worry, he’s buying Luna approved snacks.” Blanche answers my next question before I even have the chance to ask it.

  “I owe you two big time.”

  “You can watch Sadie for a bit after the game, so we can play a little horizontal mambo.”

  “Grrrooosss.” Just the thought of a vagina makes me physically ill. “I’d love to. I’ll take them out for ice cream.”

  “Oh, ice cream or sex. Mmmmm, I’m not sure which sounds better. Sex then ice cream…ahhh the life.”

  “Is Clancy’s unit big?”

  “A gorgeous and very healthy seven inches,” she brags.

  “Fuck, so one nut tango didn’t stunt the growth or anything,” I lick my bottom lip.

  “Settle down, tiger, I don’t want you to have a walking wet dream.”

  We both erupt into laughter, then realize we’ve caught up to Luna and Moira.

  Chapter 2

  Bitches Going Downtown

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��The smell of rotten fish just about made me gag,” Blanche yells, even though Moira is only a few feet away.

  Annie sticks her nose up in the air. “I don’t smell anything, Branche.”

  I give Blanche a swift elbow to the ribs, then nearly crumble to my knees remembering the baby. Silently I apologize to the egg that’s been fertilized, and to baby Jesus.

  “Sorry,” I whisper.

  “Funny, I only smell a washed up has been.” Moira turns leaving only the sound of her stilettos in her wake.

  “Could her dress be any shorter? God, she makes me want to puke,” Blanche says.

  Luna offers up a defeated, half-hearted smile. She’s tried her best to play peacemaker between these two just like I have.

  “Actually, it could be,” I point to Moira’s ass. “I’ve had to duck and tape several times in dresses way shorter.”

  “You what?”

  “I do drag.”

  “Holy shit, Queenie, you never told me that.”

  “I was a hot item back in Miami. It’s not so popular here in corn bred and fed Iowa. I go over to Dollywood and do shows.”

  “Ewww, Dollywood.”

  “I know I feel like a traitor sometimes, but they’re way more liberal-ish-y.”

  “Q,” Annie’s voice grabs my attention. “I need my shoe tried.”

  I’ve never had the heart to correct her on her speech like the therapist has trained me in.

  “Coming, sugar pop.”

  I bend over and tie her one shoe and then tighten the other one just for good measure.

  “Seriously, a nine year old who can’t tie her own shoe?”

  Shading the sun from my eyes, I look up to see Cybill Richey and her friend, Amy, the biggest bitch-ass whores from way back when I tried local beauty school.

  “Ashually, I’m eight.” Annie puts her hands on hips and gives them some attitude. I give the girl a mental high-five for sticking up for herself. It’s something we’ve had to work on since her dad died.

  “Mind your own business, ladies.” I don’t make eye contact making sure both of her laces are tight.

  “If I knew we were playing this team today, I would’ve had my son sit out,” Amy huffs out.

  “Yeah, such a waste,” Cybill adds.

  “You do know this is just rec soccer, right?” Blanche asks, and I swear I see the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end.

  I point Annie and Sadie into the direction of their team warming up because they don’t need to witness or even be in the presence of these bitches. Their perfectly competitive, personality-less kids trot by us. Hair gelled and spiked, brand name gear on, and even fucking braces at this age.

  My eyes automatically roll when the society driven brats pass.

  “Quincy, they can tie their shoes, wipe their own asses, and kick a ball,” Cybill steps in.

  Blanche heightens her fighting stance before I can step in front of her. I turn back for a quick second to see Clancy at her side and all worries of the knocked-up, angered woman dissipate.

  “Good for you, Cybill, saw your husband at my drag show last week.”

  “Really?” It’s her turn to give an eye roll.

  “Yeah, yours too Amy.”

  “Whatever, you freak. You think you’re such hot shit, Quincy. If you think you have the shit then bring the shit to the field.”

  “Got it, ladies. I’ll tell your husbands ‘hi’ for you next time I run into them in the men’s bathroom.” I cross an arm over my chest and rest the other hand perched under my chin. “I do believe Cybill’s perfect hubs was balls deep in Amy’s husband’s ass. They asked me not to tell. Ooooppps. Meeooowww.”

  I don’t wait for their response before racing across the field to Luna. Blanche’s voice is in the background, but I’m on a fucking mission. By damn, if those assholes will beat this team.

  “You better make damn sure your son is on his game today. No exceptions,” I shake her upper arm a bit too hard.

  “What in the hell?” Her eyes grow big.

  “No time for questions. Tell him to take no fucking prisoners.” I grind out between my teeth.

  Then I’m off to coach dumbass and grab him by the arm.

  “Listen, Miles, I’ll blast all around town that I bleach your asshole twice a month. You play to win and take fucking prisoners.”

  Shit, I’m so rattled I think I’ve screwed up that saying.

  “Okay,” he stutters outs.

  “Play. To. Win.” I growl, and march over to where Clancy has our chairs lined up and cross my arms. I pull my shades down, plant my black boots, and stare down Satan’s cunts across the field that are stretching out their kids’ hamstrings.

  “Who sprinkled testosterone on his toast?” Clancy leans over and asks Blanche.

  “Those two dumb bitches over there.” She points out Cybill and Amy.

  I watch Clancy’s vision track the ladies and then the vein in his neck pop. “Are you fucking kidding me?”

  “What?” Blanche is on her feet.

  “The nasty looking one stuck me with a ten thousand dollar bill.” Clancy is over to Miles before I can blink and know he’ll get the job done.

  “Nobody fucks with our Queenie.” Luna hugs me from behind me and kisses the top of my head.

  “That’s right.” Blanche clutches the top of my hand.

  Moira even drags her chair close to us crossing enemy lines. She keeps plenty of space between her and Blanche, and I’m thankful for that because right now it’s my fucking battle.

  “Jesus, we’re screwed,” Blanche blurts out gaining the attention of the ref who just trotted on the field.

  Doug turns to Blanche sending her a wink and a slight wave. Moira straightens up in her chair nearly popping a tit. Doug stops in front of her sending a dazzling smile her way. It would be a compliment if Douchey Doug didn’t resemble a washed up porn star with horrid hair. He even makes my dick shrink into my balls.

  “Whore,” Blanche whispers. “Keep your legs shut.”

  “Jealous, much?”

  “Oh, so jealous of that.” Blanche nearly pops her eyes from their sockets.

  “Let’s have a good game, Dougie, boy.” Moira stands from her chair, bends over with a full tit slipping from her dress.

  When she finally sits back down from her little twat show she turns to all of us. “I’m taking one for the team.”

  She then turns to Miles and offers up a sympathetic wave. We all know they’re going to, or about to, bone each other’s brains out.

  The game begins intense, but the inner beast in Saige comes out to play. He reminds me so much of Brady’s talent back in the day. It’s like magic as the team plays in unison only letting the other team score two goals. My butt puckers up with anxiety when Annie is put in as goalie guard.

  Each second that ticks by as the other team rushes the ball down the field, I feel my competitive streak flare up. I’m running up and down the field like a damn soccer mom lunatic yelling at the kids.

  By the time it’s half time, I’m soaked in sweat and out of breath. I haven’t even had time to sip on my cocktail in my traveling mug. Leaning over and catching my breath, I take a hearty and very healthy sip of the Crown Royal, Diet Pepsi mixture.

  I join in on the huddle around Clancy and Miles. Like usual, Miles is being timid and not saying a word. Clancy has a whiteboard out on the ground drawing up plays and telling them to watch out for number three, that’s Cybill’s kid.

  “Instead of letting him by, you kick him in the kneecap.”

  “Queenie,” Clancy glares up at me. “Go and sit down.”

  I raise my hands in surrender, and back off to find my chair and sip on my drink. Blanche and Moira are in the middle of the battle rounds of Titty Show 2016 with Douchey Doug as the judge.

  “Don’t stop them,” Luna grabs my forearm. “This is the funniest s-h-i-t I’ve ever seen.”

  She adjusts the baby under her shirt and then laughs watching the show. I must admit boo
bies typically make me ill, but this is better than any comedy show. Between flashes of nipples, I only glance over to the enemies once during halftime. Cybill the cow is making her son run laps around the field, and Amy is practically beating hers with a Gatorade bottle. Damn, poor kids. Sad thing is they’ll grow up to be judgmental assholes just like their parents.

  “Fuck, it’s tied,” Moira runs her hands through her hair.

  “Language,” Luna warns.

  “Shit, two minutes on the time clock,” I add.

  “Language.”

  We all ignore Luna and stand to our feet with the tips of our shoes touching the white boundary.

  “Oh, God, he has the ball.” I jump in the air as I watch Cybill’s son delicately dribble the ball down the field. Our kids are exhausted and making it even easier for him.

  “No,” I scream and throw my hands up in the air.

  He passes the ball to Amy’s son when I notice Moira lunge forward. When I look closer, Blanche has both of her palms planted on Moira’s back and pushes her forward with all her strength. Moira’s tits, then Moira herself, fly out onto the field.

  The other team tramples her before Doug can manage to blow the whistle. It’s just in time as the little assholes were about to score, taking the lead.

  “Ball back here,” Doug says between blowing his whistle.

  The angry mob on the other side lets Doug know exactly what they think of him, but he’s more preoccupied by Moira’s tits and ass spread like a buffet on the soccer field. He helps her up and even tries to dust the debris from her cleavage. Moira swats him away.

  “Jesus, Blanche you need to get a grip.” Luna rushes out onto the field to attend to her friend. Now three tits are on display on the field. There’d be four, but a baby is attached to one.

  Blanche just shrugs and then brushes her palms off. “There was a bee.”

  “Bullshit,” I mutter.

  “There was,” she defends herself. “And I’m deathly allergic.”

  “Since when?” A new voice joins us.

  When I turn around, I see my wet dream standing before me and flush with embarrassment. Brady sends Blanche a shit-eating grin knowing exactly what she did. Those two were double trouble growing up with their killer looks, smarts, and sly personalities. You definitely wanted them on your side.