Daughter of Aphrodite

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Helen moved about the Full Moon cafe, taking orders, and serving drinks. She was a young woman in her early twenties, and stunningly beautiful. Her long, rich brown hair was done up in a crown braid. Her tight black pants molded to her broad hips and large bottom, showing off every roll of her soft, round rump as she moved about. Her starched white shirt showed just a hint of her full cleavage. Tasteful, but enough to draw a little extra in tips from customers of the male persuasion. Her short height gave her beauty a plumply adorable touch.

She had a dazzling smile for every customer that made her big, bright green eyes sparkle. Though in between customers she would glance at the clock and sigh. She was ready for her shift to be over now, thank you.

[Bombay]

Aphrodite doesn’t come to the mortal plane as much as she did when temples were built in her honor and people would go to war for her, but she does enjoy the trifles of humans from time to time. They’re intriguing, as her sister Athena puts it. How they live for one another, how they die for one another, how two fates can be intertwined by the mere concept of ‘love’. That’s why the balance of love is so important! Something that her son Eros takes for granted. He’s been abusing his powers for far too long, and of course his father Ares is too spineless to do anything about it. For all that boisterous talk, he’s a pushover when it comes to his son. Aphrodite saw no other choice but to strip the boy of his powers until he’s worthy to take his position back. But that leaves an opening, one Aphrodite plans on filling, but she won’t make the same mistake Ares did. No, this new pupil will be trained very differently.

Luckily, she’s had children with countless mortals so she has a plethora of candidates to choose from. Plus, she has all the time in the world, and as we all know, you need to crack a few eggs to make an omelet. So onto the first candidate, Helen, her lovely daughter! Stepping into the dinner that Helen worked stood a woman who looked like a Hollywood model. Stark platinum blonde hair flowed effortlessly behind her. Her white dress swaying in the breeze and hugging her in just the right places. Long black heels elevated the tall woman even higher. If you didn’t know any better you’d swear she was love reincarnated. Stark seaweed green eyes surveyed the area before she found what she was looking for “Waitress, table for one please” Her voice was soft like satin and honey, but powerful enough to command attention.

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"Just a moment," said Helen as she finished ringing up an order. She hurried back to the table and returned their check and credit card, her large rear jutting out behind her as she bent over slightly, fat cheeks straining against her tight black pants.


That taken care of, she walked briskly to the front of the cafe. She sighed and plastered on her most brilliant smile. Her steps faltered, as did her smile, when she saw the towering blonde woman waiting at the front of the restaurant in her diaphanous white gown. She didn't know why she said it. Maybe it was the woman's unfathomable beauty, maybe she was just done and ready to go home. "Sorry ma'am, but the Apollo is three blocks further south."


The Apollo was the nearest upscale restaurant. The kind of place where waiters and waitresses wore snazzy ties, and might make a $50 tip if they could tolerate being treated like garbage with a bright enough smile.


Helen tried applying there once. She even got hired, thanks to her smile and beauty.


She didn't last a night.

[Bombay]

Looking at how the woman presented herself made Aphrodite chuckle. She's just like her mother, even if she doesn't know it. How she's quick and nibble on her feet, how she's always showing off her assets as she bends over, and how her nose scrunches up when she's nervous. It's quite adorable, like looking into a younger mirror. “I hope you don't keep me waiting too long” Aphrodite said with a smirk. Seeing some gazes from the older gentlemen, and younger women sitting with their dates, she winked at them. Why shouldn't they stare? They're in the presence of perfection.

Pearly and perfect teeth behind peachy lips perked into a smirk when she finally had Helen's full attention. “Oh you naive child, my brother is much farther away than that~” technically he's her half brother, but when you're a goddess, you're related to basically everyone. “But enough about him, A seat preferably by the window and I require your full attention. I'll be sure to tip you generously and if your manager has an issue with that, they can speak to me directly” she said in a soft, but commanding voice.

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Helen couldn't help but frown. "Child? You look barely older than--"


She clamped her mouth shut, and slapped her smile back on her face. Wouldn't be the first time someone saw her rather cherubic face and assumed she was even younger than she was. "Full attention? Well, I mean, I don't know, I suppose, uhh right this way."


Helen turned to lead Aphrodite to a table situated in the corner next to the window, where the goddess could get a full view of the bustling cafe. Helen scowled to herself. Great. One of those customers. Maybe Dad was right. Maybe she should take some classes.


"Here we are ma'am," said Helen turning and gesturing to the table. As she spoke, she realized that apparently the table hadn't been wiped yet, based on bits of food and drink still on it. "Hang on, just give me a quick second..."


She turned to the table, fishing her cleaning rag out of her apron, only for it to slip from her fingers. With a barely audible curse, she bent over to snatch it up, her big, round hindquarters thrusting into the air, ample cheeks threatening to burst free of her tight pants. There was no panty line to be seen, suggesting Helen was either going commando, or with *quite* the small pair of underwear.



She hastily wiped the table a couple of times, and then stepped back and gestured. She placed a menu at the table. "Here you are. Can I get you something to drink? Will anyone else be joining you?"

[Bombay]

“Yes, I do look good for my age don’t I?” Aphrodite smirked “But believe me, I am much older than you think. But enough about that” Smirking at the girl listening to her, she followed closely behind. Her heels clicked against the floor under her. Looking around, she saw how different heads turned as she passed. Good, she wants to give these people a little show with their meal.

Sitting elegantly when the table was given to her, she crossed her legs and looked up at the girl. “Is this really the table you gave to someone like me? Filthy, filled with gum underneath it, and the seat is still warm from the last customer. You are not making a good first impression.” she tsked. “But, it is a nice view, perhaps I can find it in me to forgive you somehow” She said coyly.

Aphrodite looked at her daughter’s gaudy choice of underwear, or perhaps lack of. She is so much like her mother, that’s all she could think of. But, they are also very different in some ways. She’ll need some correcting, but it’s something Aphrodite won’t mind. This girl seems moldable. “You will, I said I want your full attention yes? Now take a seat, we have much to discuss” she said in a voice that commanded respect, almost daring her to defy her. “But before then, coffee with lots of sugar and cream, If this place can make a good latte, please do. But judging from the sight…I doubt it”

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Helen flushed. "Like I said ma'am, the Apollo is three blocks to the south. They may better fit your standards."

Helen took a deep breath and forced her smile back. "Sorry, I mean, umm, yes. I will go get you your latte and inform my manager."

Helen hurried off into the back, large rear swaying back and forth hypnotically in those skintight pants. A few minutes later, she returned with a coffee with lots of sugar and cream, just as ordered. Helen set the coffee down in front of Aphrodite so smoothly the surface barely rippled. "And here are a few extra sugar packets and some cream cups, just in case you'd like some more, ma'am."

She took a deep breath, and slid into the seat across from Aphrodite. "I spoke with my manager, and she said she could spare me for a few minutes."

Helen didn't mention this to Aphrodite, but her exact words to her manager were "Some like hyper rich Mega-Karen is here and demanding I sit with her for a bit. What should I do?"

To which her manager had replied with a long-suffering sigh. "Whatever gets her out of here without a scene and with her bill paid. Man, I hate it when these types go slumming."

[Bombay]

“I understand what you said dear, but you’re not listening to me” Aphrodite said while raising an eyebrow. This is something they’ll need to work on. “Regardless, I am here and I expect proper service. I am a customer after all, yes?” She retorted with a gentle smile.

“See to it, and I hope you don’t keep me waiting” she said with a playful smirk growing on her lips. She watched the girl walk off, keeping an eye on her larger assets as she walked before she was finally gone behind the counter. Nodding her head, Aphrodite decided to look at the menu to pass the time. With each fatty and greasy dish, her face contorted in disgust.

Luckily, she didn’t have to wait long. She picked up the coffee daintily and took a sip, and scrunched at the taste. “Ugh…burnt…” she grumbled. “I hope you didn’t brew this” She said, throwing a glance at the girl as she sat. But, things are starting to go her way. “Wonderful! That’s exactly what I wanted to hear. Now, there’s something very important I would like to discuss with you. Have you ever wondered what happened to your mother Helen?” Aphrodite asked, in a hushed tone. “And do you ever dream of becoming something more? Of ditching this dead end job and doing something meaningful with your life?” Aphrodite asked, her smile slowly growing as she became more passionate. “And what if I told you I could make all your dreams come true?”

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"No, I don't brew the coffee," said Helen with a sigh.



"Figured she ran off with another man," said Helen in response to the question about her mother. "Or woman. Whatever. Clearly she doesn't give a crap about me, so I don't give a crap about her."


Helen tried to keep her tone nonchalant, but there was an undercurrent of pain there. Helen very clearly did 'give a crap' about her mother, and likely often wondered where she was, and why she'd left.



Helen rolled her eyes at Aphrodite's final question. "I'd say you're probably some scammer. 'Just give me $100 and I'll come back with $10,000. Promise. Cross my heart and hope to die.' or maybe 'Here's this totally legit online university, costs only $5000 a semester and you'll learn all the things. All the things.' Whatever."


Helen stood. "You've wasted enough of my time lady. There's the door."

[Bombay]

“Oh good, I was worried that if I took you under my wing that you wouldn’t be able to serve me properly. It’s so hard finding someone who can make a good cup…but I digress” she brushed it off.

“Mmmm, you’re not entirely wrong. But as your mother went around, she changed lives. Blessed those she was with gifts and fortune” Was she being cryptic, sure, but she’s not sure how fast she should reveal everything. “But I can assure you your mother did ‘give a crap’ about you, but she had other duties to take care of,” Aphrodite said gently, brushing some hair out of her daughter’s face.

“Oh, you mortals. Always to the point…very well, perhaps I haven’t been clear” Aphrodite said, changing her tone from the soft and caring one, to more dominance. Crossing her legs, she stared at the woman. “Sit and hear me out, then you can make your own judgment.

She was planning on easing her daughter in, but seeing as the girl was just about to leave her, she had to put everything out to dry. “I am your mother, but not just that, a goddess. I hope you’ve learned something in schools about the goddess of love. Oh, don’t give me that look, I know you don’t believe me, but just watch” The woman said.

Snapping her fingers, it was like time stood still and the universe revolved around the two women. Her sleek dress fell at the shoulders, replaced with a silky and flowing white toga adorned with golden accents. A golden wreath appeared on her head shining under the fluorescent lighting. “Now my dear Helen, do you still want to show me the door, or shall we discuss the terms of our future arrangement more?”