Earning an Allowance (Rewrite)

This is a rewrite of a story that many readers felt was inconclusive. I’ve completed the girl’s evolution from school girl innocence, to prostitution.

Getting an allowance from your parents seems to be an old-fashioned idea. My grandfather used to tell me about how he would pay my dad for mowing the lawn, washing the cars, and other chores. Even though it sounded like low-wage slavery to me, he was adamant that allowances were the only way to give your kid money. Make him or her earn it on a steady basis. In granddad’s opinion, the millennial method of ‘rewarding’ children was way too easy and expensive. For him, the ‘modern brat’ learned only what instant gratification was, how to demand things, not earn them.

Mr. Logan moved in next door about three years ago and in a short while we got to know him fairly well. He was single but seemed to always have a pretty woman hanging around. My dad used to call them eye candy, mom called them gold diggers. Mr. Logan was a damn good-looking man, about 6’2, 220 pounds, with a deep chest, broad shoulders, narrow waist, solid-looking butt, and long athletic legs. To use a much-used cliché, he looked like a Michelangelo statue. We would see him jogging almost every day, and if the day was hot, he would be covered with sweat. Even though I was not yet sixteen, Mr. Logan caused a lot of fluttery stomachs when I saw him like that. No boy in my school affected me the way Mr. Logan did. I would not have dropped a pass from Mr. Logan had he thrown one my way. Apparently, he had the same effect on my mother because one day she was gone, Mr. Logan’s house was for sale, and the next time dad heard from her, it was through a divorce lawyer.

For the next few months, dad tried in vain to get mom, back. He kept almost daily contact with her family, he checked with her work a couple of times, but she had quit; he posted pleas and begged her return on her social media sites, but mom had cut him off completely. I kept in touch with mom through social media, phone calls, and sometimes I went to visit; dad didn’t know, and mom told me if I let dad know she was talking to me, she would cut me off too. So, I didn’t tell him. To sum up, dad and I were alone, taking care of each other by the time I turned sixteen.

On my sixteenth birthday, dad gave me a $100 bill, a hug, and a kiss on the cheek with the caution, “This will be the last free money I give you Liv. You are old enough to work for your pay, I will start you on an allowance, but you will earn it.” I wasn’t surprised, I’d heard his father tell me too many times I was spoiled and needed to earn money, not expect it because I was cute (But my granddad used to slip me a twenty every once in a while, with a wink and grin). The day after my birthday dad and I sat at the dinner table and wrote my job outline, as he called it.

Go to school and earn good grades.

Laundry on Saturday.

Cook dinner, clean the kitchen every evening.

Keep your bedroom clean.

Keep the bathroom cleaner.

Care for the cat and keep the cat box odor-free and tidy. (That one was easy, I LOVE my cat.)

Vacuum and mop when needed.

Other duties as assigned.

I wasn’t dismayed at the list, I did all that stuff anyway, just never on a firm schedule before. What did surprise me was that the list was so short, and when I mentioned that, dad gave me a knowing little grin, “That’s what the last line is for.”

Three months after I started earning my allowance dad came home early from work one day and caught Todd Albright in my bed. He and I had been dating for a few months and having sex for a few weeks. Dad was raging mad, I thought he was gonna kill poor Todd, but all he did was kick him out the front door with his clothes in his hands. Todd had to hide behind some bushes to get dressed before the neighbors saw him. I had a different fate; he didn’t beat me as I expected, but he made me sit with him in the front room and explain why I was having sex at the tender age of sixteen. He asked me enough questions to fill an hour-long interview; questions like, when did you start, how many boys, are you being careful, and others that embarrassed me without end. He acted relieved when I swore Todd was my first and only, and we’d been at it only a few weeks. And yes, he uses condoms (most of the time).

Things were pretty tense in the house for a couple of weeks but since I stopped seeing Todd, dad gradually relaxed and accepted that his daughter was sexually active. Me, I called my mother and made arrangements to see her, I told her what happened. Mom was a lot more sympathetic than dad and asked if I wanted some sort of birth control. I missed Todd and was thinking about him daily so I told her yes. She and I went to a doctor friend of hers and I got fixed up. I keep my pill pack hidden in my dresser, under my bras, so nobody (dad) snooping around will find them.

I started seeing Todd again. At first, he was scared of me, or I should say he was scared of my father, but I convinced him we could still date, he just couldn’t come to my house. I didn’t let on to dad I was involved with Todd, I went on like I wasn’t hanging out with any guys, just my girlfriends. Todd and I started screwing in his car, at his house when his family was gone, or sometimes at Irene’s house, Irene is my best friend. She and I would bring our boyfriends to her bedroom and fuck them at the same time. We did it on the same bed, it was a hot turn on watching Brian screw her while I was lying beside them with Todd between my legs. The third time we did that, I was lying beside Irene talking to her while the guys screwed us from behind when they switched, just traded places without asking me or her if they could; but that’s a different story.

So, back to the allowance thing. Dad gave me $50 every payday and expected it to last for the next two weeks. But $100 a month wasn’t enough; I ran out of money too fast most of the time then had to borrow some from Irene or even Todd once in a while. Todd never expected me to pay him back like my best friend did, he didn’t have a problem trading a blow job for $10; I didn’t have a problem giving him one. I mean, what the hell, I was gonna do it anyway, why not get paid? We had a lot of fun pretending I was a streetwalker he picked up for a knob job. Even Brian paid for a swallow a couple of times. I didn’t fuck for money, just sucked; fucking was for love and fun.

A couple of weeks after I turned seventeen dad and I were at his parent’s house having dinner. Nana (my grandmother) offered me some wine; dad tried to protest but his mother overrode his objections. For the first time in my life, I was allowed to drink alcohol in front of my father and I didn’t hesitate. I’d had beer, wine, and booze (and some pot) before, just not with my dad. I drank three goblets of wine in two hours then we left for home. The wine made me woozy and relaxed so I tried to rest with my head on the window, but the car kept bumping, I couldn’t get comfy.

Dad has an older model car he is very proud of, it is a huge, classic old Lincoln Continental with a wide bench seat, big enough for three very fat people to sit up front. I got irritated banging my head on the window so I laid across the seat and put my head on dad’s leg, using his thigh as a pillow. He rested his right hand on my shoulder and I relaxed into a semi-aware stupor. Dad was stroking my hair as I drifted through a wine-induced cloud of thoughts. The drive home was over an hour and in that time, I shifted around a couple of times, his hand moved from my shoulder to my waist, to my head where he began to stroke my face. I don’t think he was aware of what he was doing, he was concentrating on driving, but his fingertips caressing my neck and cheek were soothing, erotic. I was enjoying his touch; I was getting kind of turned on. Toward the end of the drive, I was lying on his thigh, he was stroking my shoulder when I moved to stretch my back. The side of my face pressed against him and I felt a large lump on my cheek. I snapped back to fully awake when I realized my head was pressed on my dad’s lap and he had a boner. A fucking erection! A bunch of thoughts raced through my head; my dad was turned on, I caused him to get turned on, he hadn’t tried to move me from his lap, and I liked the feel of my head on his hard-on.

As I came fully aware of the situation my body began to twitch, instantly I was fucking horny enough to fuck, and just then it didn’t matter to my pussy who was making me feel that way. After about a minute of conflicting thoughts about who I was with, I caved in to the growing desire for sex and moved my head and caused it to press more on my dad’s erection. I felt him hesitate for a second then he rolled his hips slightly, giving me a nudge with his hard cock. I put a hand on his thigh and squeezed it then started stroking the inside of his leg while he moved his hand from my shoulder, under my skirt to my ass, I eased my fingertips higher until I was sure it was his nuts I was stroking. In moments my dad and I were feeling each other up, and we weren’t being secretive or covert about it. I rolled completely over until my face was in his lap, my mouth close to the bulge in his pants. When I was done turning to face him, his hand was resting on my leg, right next to my pussy, I licked the outline of my father’s erection then lifted my head, “Daddy, let’s not go home yet” I suggested.

He looked at me, his eyes were all soft and full of sex, “Where do you want to go.”

“Somewhere private, quiet, and dark.”

“You don’t want to go home?”

“Not yet, let’s pretend we’re on a date.” I had just brazenly propositioned my father and he didn’t shy away; he gave me an intimate smile, caressed the inside of my thigh with his free hand, then turned off the main road toward the hills behind our town.

I was still feeling the wine, and I’m sure that was a big reason I was being so forward with my dad, but the more I thought about what I was going to do, the more turned on I got. I sat up, kissed Dad on the cheek, kicked off my shoes, then climbed over the back of the front seat to the rear seat. As Dad drove up a power line road, I pulled my panties from under my skirt then tossed them to the front, they landed on the dashboard. Dad picked them up, held them to his nose then stopped the car. He turned around to look at me, “Are you sure about this Liv?”

I reached over the seat and took his right hand and pulled on it, a non-verbal invitation to join me. Dad shut off the car, then being too big to clamber over the seats, got out then came to the back with me. We didn’t hesitate. I stretched out across the soccer field-sized seat and he moved around to lie with me. My butt was pressed against the seatback, dad’s hard-on was pressed against the junction of my legs. He thrust against me, I heard myself moan, then daddy and daughter got busy seducing each other. I didn’t have panties on so it took only a short moment before his fingers were stroking my pussy, I reached for his pants, unhooked the belt, unbuttoned him then pulled the zipper to its stop. As dad’s fingers toyed with my clit I reached into his briefs and captured the third erection I’d ever touched. Dad stroked me, I stroked him, the smoldering coals in my womb flared to become an inferno I needed him to put out. I grabbed his pants and struggled them to his knees while he pushed my blouse and bra off my tits. Dad suckled my left nipple while I freed him from his briefs. His hard-on was heavier, thicker than Todd’s, longer than Brian’s, and the feel of it pulsing in my fingers drove hot spikes of lust through me, my heart was thudding, my body shaking, I needed it in me. I pulled him from my breasts by the hair on his head then made the final shameless offer, “Fuck me, daddy, right now, don’t wait.”

He went to his knees on the floor of the big car then positioned himself between my legs, he pulled my hips to get me closer to the edge of the seat, then bent to me and put the head of his cock against the lips of my sex. I felt between us, took him in my fist, and put it where I needed him. My father thrust forward and I felt him slip in. I soared on wings of ecstasy when I felt his balls crunch against the entrance to my body. I arched my back and called out “Oh god, that feels good!” That was the moment I started on a journey of lust and fucking I never, ever, thought I would take.

I was sure dad hadn’t had a woman since mom left, so that was a consideration for two things. The first was that we were even doing it, I mean it took almost no encouragement from me to get his attention, he was way overdue. Second, since we were having sex for the first time, he was long on passion, but short on stamina. My dad screwed me maybe seven or eight minutes before he tried to pull out, I grabbed his ass to hold him in place but he resisted, “Liv, let go, I’m gonna cum.”

Dad didn’t know I was on the Pill so I assured him, “It’s okay.” I put a hand on the back of his head and pulled it down so I could kiss his ear, “Do it daddy, inside.” His entire body went stiff, he jammed deep, then I felt his cock pulsing. My pussy got hot and started seeping semen past his erection, down the crack of my ass to the seat of the car. I swooned with the feeling of my father ejaculating.

I didn’t have an orgasm but that didn’t matter, I was content that he emptied his balls. Dad pushed off me, his eyes filled with worry, his hormones were dripping from my pussy, no longer controlling his libido; “Jesus girl, what the hell did we just do!?” He sat up and looked at the mess between my legs, “I’m so sorry Liv, I don’t know what the hell got into me,” he was rigid with fear for what we had done.

I got off my back then reached for my father and pulled him into a hug, “It’s okay, you don’t have to worry,” my lips caressed his ear when I said, “I know exactly what got into me.”

He pushed away, “Liv, I —-”

I put two fingers on his lips to shut off the protest, “Dad, it’s okay,” I insisted. I kissed him on the cheek and assured him, “you don’t have to be afraid for me, or us, not at all.” I was still being forward as hell, but I spoke the truth, I was not ashamed that I seduced him.

Not-At-All.

He leaned back to look into my eyes and saw nothing but the truth, “You can’t know how much I love you girl.”

Not only was I not ashamed, but I was also not done. I had some orgasms locked up in my body and I needed him to unlock them. I was on a roll, I didn’t want the evening to stop, so I put a hand on his cheek, kissed him lightly on the mouth, and said “Then take me home and show me more how much you love me.”

The ten-minute ride home was quiet, we didn’t talk but I laid on his lap again and toyed with the outline of his prick while he drove. By the time we got to the garage, he was ready for another session with his daughter. I let him lead me to his bedroom where I said, “I’ll be right back” and went to the adjoining bath to clean up and undress. When I stepped into the bedroom again, I was naked, he was seeing my nudity for the first time since I was a toddler. I felt some modesty as he looked me up and down from my feet to my hair, five feet and ten inches from the floor.

I’m pretty sure one reason my mother ended up married to Mr. Logan was her beauty, physical, and internal. I was fortunate enough to inherit many of her attributes, including a body to kill for. I was nude and dad’s expression as he looked me up and down made me appreciate my mother’s genes. He was still in his briefs and shirt so I protested with a smile, “Dad, I’m not going to let you screw me like that, take everything off.” He stripped his shirt and shorts as he gawked at me. I looked at what he revealed, my dad exercises regularly, he is firm and fit even at his age, and his boner stuck out a mile; I thought, ‘If mom left that for another man, Mr. Logan must be a fucking god’. My heart started thudding and I got wetter between the legs thinking about what I was about to do that beautiful display of manhood. I bounced on the bed, rolled to my back, then made a silent offer with spread legs and outstretched arms. Daddy was over me in an instant, he rammed his cock full in then we spent the next half hour wrecking his bed. By the time he came the second time that night, I had a series of little orgasms until I was damn near crippled with a final climax that made me cramp so hard, I lifted my father off the bed with my hips and begged him to cum. After my father went to sleep, I went to my bed for the rest of the night, I didn’t know how he would react when he woke up sober and I was still with him.

The next morning dad made me breakfast. He’d had time to think about what we’d done and was feeling guilty again. I wasn’t, I was still drifting on currents of euphoria but I didn’t tell him that. He expressed deep remorse that he had drunkenly taken advantage of his drunk daughter; I took advantage of his guilt. I managed to steer the guilt trip to my needing an advance on my allowance. Dad fished out his wallet and gave me two twenties. I got the feeling he felt absolved by giving me the cash, but no matter, I was happy with the money. By the time we’d finished our pancakes, we were relating on a father/daughter level again.

When payday came dad gave me my $50 allowance. I looked up at him, “That’s too much, you only owe me ten.”

“No sweetheart, this is right, what I gave you before was because I love you.”

With the revelation that the $40 was above and beyond, I teased impishly, “Don’t you mean, because you loved me?” Dad blushed as he turned away.

We returned to a normal home life. Evidently I had jump-started his sex drive because dad began dating a woman he met online. I was messing around with Todd, Brian, and Irene, separately or together in two, three, or four-person parties. But I couldn’t get the extra money out of my head, how I had gotten it. I earned it with my body, I earned it by fucking my father. Over the next few weeks, the idea grew, a seedling taking root and growing on the fertile plains of my mind. Would my father be willing to increase my allowance if I screwed him again? I mean, I fuck Todd for love, Brian and Irene for fun, but I wouldn’t mind fucking my dad for money (and some fun). The more I thought about it, the more my pussy tingled, the more I was determined to approach him for a raise.

“Daddy?”

“Huh, what?”

“Can we talk?”

He shifted his eyes from the TV to me, “My time is yours, sweetheart, what do you want?”

“It’s about my allowance and the job list.”

He looked a little puzzled but said “Okay, uh, what’s on your mind?”

“That last sentence, Other duties as assigned. What other duties did you have in mind?”

“I don’t know; clean the car sometimes, maybe trim the rose bushes. Whatever comes up.”

Perfect, ‘whatever comes up’ was exactly my intent, “I could use a little more allowance and I have some Other Duty suggestions that might help.” My heart was tripping a million beats a second when I held out a piece of paper to him. He unfolded the note and looked at what I had added under the line ‘Other duties as assigned’:

Strip for you

Masturbate you/for you

Oral

Shower/bathe together

Seduce me/you

Anything/Everything: As Assigned

That was all I put on the list but just those few ideas were enough to let my dad know I would be fully involved with him if he was willing to pay. My father read the list silently then looked up at me, his brow was knitted with concern, “You know Liv, there are words to describe women who do this stuff for money, do you want to be labeled that way?”

That he didn’t flip out when he read the list, encouraged me, “Daddy, this is just between you and me, I’m not going out on the street with this list pinned to my chest like a nametag. You can call me anything you want; I’ll do anything you want, but it stays in the house.”

The worry lines smoothed out, “How much extra are you looking for on the allowance?”

I sat on my father’s lap, put my arms around his neck then cooed in his ear, “I don’t know dad, how much am I worth?”

He put a hand under my skirt, felt up my leg to the junction of my thighs then offered, “Let’s go to my room and work out the details.” The touch of his fingers between my legs let me know that earning extra money was not going to be a chore for me. As my father took me to his bedroom I thought of Irene and how she was complaining about her after-school job didn’t pay enough. Dad is not poor; his little company makes damn good money, maybe my father could help supplement her income too; but that night, it was me that sucked a hundred-dollar bonus from his balls. The next morning neither of us felt any remorse or hesitancy to face the other. As we talked over breakfast, he told me had been thinking sexually about me ever since the night in the car. I confessed to being on the Pill and my affair with Todd and Brian (but not Irene). Dad and I moved into a close intimacy, a new phase in our relationship. We did not become romantic lovers; we remained father and daughter, involved in a mutually satisfying business association.

Like an oasis in a desert, my illicit ideas lured me, called to me, I needed to quench the thirst for money and I was swiftly learning how. The first step was to get Irene protected from tadpoles. She and I made Brian and Todd use rubbers most of the time but I was thinking men would pay more if they could fuck a girl with a naked boner, my father sure as hell enjoyed me that way. I approached her, “Hey, my mom knows a lady gynecologist, if we ask her, maybe she could get her friend to prescribe you the Pill, she did for me.”

Irene knew I was on birth control so she wasn’t surprised, “I don’t think I want the pill; I might forget one sometimes, or maybe my mom would find them. She’s not like your mother, mine would royally flip out if she found out I screw around.”

“There are other options, I’ll call mom.”

Eight days later Irene was bubbling happily because she had an IUD lodged in her uterus. She was reluctant at first to go all the way with sex, but Irene gave in and let our boyfriends cum in her. She was nervous but needed to know she was truly protected. I gave her a month to get used to the idea of sex without latex protection, that the IUD worked. During that month Brian and Todd were loving life because Irene let them screw her to the end. After leaking cum like a sieve for a month she learned to trust the birth control, I started working on my real goal. I lied to Irene, “Hey, you know what, I think my dad is paying women to screw him.”

“What? He’s seeing whores?”

“Yeah, only I don’t think they are stereotypical whores, he doesn’t go out looking for them on the street, he makes calls then meets them somewhere. They’re like call-girls or escorts.”

“How do you know?”

“First off, I use his checkbook to pay bills, that’s part of my allowance, the house budget. I started noticing checks written to ‘Cindi’ and ‘Steff’ and a couple of other girl names. I asked him about them but he blew me off with, ‘Don’t worry about it, they’re business partners.’ My dad lied to me because he doesn’t have a business partner, just employees. After I asked him, the checks became ‘Cash’, he was getting cash for them. I also track his credit cards and noticed that the card he keeps normally keeps at zero balance for emergencies, was being used for the Hilton Inn close to where his shop is. I checked the dates on the credit card for the hotel and they are the same as the checks he is writing. I’m convinced my dad is paying to get screwed or sucked.”

Irene sat back in her chair and looked at me for a few moments, processing what I said, “Are you sure, maybe your skills as a detective are faulty.”

“No, I’m pretty sure, my dad is doing pay for lay. It looks like he’s spending between 150 and 200 dollars every couple of weeks now. I thought he had a girlfriend, but maybe buying a piece of ass is more convenient.”

“That’s a lot of money.”

‘Yeah, too bad we aren’t getting it.”

“Huh, what do you mean?”

Now was the time: “I mean you and me screw our asses off with Todd and Brian for free. What the hell would they do if we told them they had to pay up?”

“We get ten bucks for blowing them,” she reminded me.

Yeah, right, we did, which meant Irene probably wasn’t going to be too put off by my proposal, “What if we could get ten times that much for blowing some guy? Would that interest you?”

Irene’s eyes focused laser-sharp on mine, “What the fuck are you proposing, that we become whores?”

“Hey, it’s not like unusual or something, girls and women have been putting out for bennies since they figured out men with hard-ons will do almost anything to stick it in. Using our pussies to earn money would be less chancy than robbing a bank. I don’t think I’d have a problem letting some guy screw me for ten minutes if I got a hundred dollars for doing it. I’m betting some of dad’s friends would pay to have a shot at me. Or you. Or both of us.”

Irene stared at me speechless for a few seconds, her mouth hung open in shock, she took a deep breath, “You’re talking about crawling into bed with guys our fathers’ age, how would that be, I mean how many men in their forties would even want to screw us?”

She didn’t reject the trend of my comments; encouraged, I kept at her, “Come on Irene, you aren’t dumb, if some guy is walking along and sees you walking beside your mother, who the hell do you think he’s looking at, fantasizing about? Unless he’s like blind, he’s mind fucking you.” I didn’t want to push my friend too hard so I ended the conversation, “Think about it, I have to go home.” That she didn’t outright reject my ideas I knew I had planted the seed. She would be thinking about what I said, of that I was sure.

My phone rang at 11:46 that night, “Do you really think someone would hand over a hundred dollars for a quickie? Could you do that with a stranger?”

Bait taken! “Yeah, that’s the same as I get for a month’s allowance. If I could get that for a few minutes, why not?” I didn’t tell Irene I was getting more than that once in a while when my dad fucked me. I had monumentally lied to her; he wasn’t fucking escorts; he was paying me for the privilege of unloading his balls for him. The only difference was, I spent entire nights with him, he was getting laid or sucked two, maybe three times for the same as another girl would get for one fuck. But I didn’t feel cheated, I like fucking my father. I told her, “If we did some sucking and fucking, we could ask for more and get it, I’m sure.”

“But old guys, like your father? What would it be like?”

She was almost convinced, “Look, Irene, think of it this way, if you are on your back looking at his face, you won’t be counting pimples because you’re bored.”

She snuffled a laugh then answered, “Yeah Brian’s keep moving around on his forehead, and sometimes I do look at them.” Irene paused, I heard her breathe a sigh, “Do you think your dad would do that, with me instead of a girl he doesn’t know?”

Yes! I set the hook and started to reel her in, my heart was tripping when I said “Come over Friday night, let’s find out.”

She asked me one more question, “Liv if I got paid money to go to bed with him, what about you? Would you do that too, with him?”

“What the fuck girl, he’s my dad!”

“Well, if it’s only money, why would that matter? I mean, what if he would pay to fuck his daughter, you’re pretty hot, he might be thinking like that?”

“Irene, are you some kind of strange bitch? I’m thinking about you and him, not me and him, or does thinking about screwing your dad turn you on, do you think I should feel like that too?”

“My dad is a total fucking loser, not like yours; your dad looks like he could fuck a girl pretty good. Think he could do two at once?”

The fucking bitch hadn’t even started screwing for money and she was already pressing me to screw him too. What the hell had I started? It wasn’t time to reveal my secrets so I sidestepped her question, “He has friends.”

“Dad, can we talk?”

“Sure sweetheart, what’s on your mind?”

“Well, you know how I get extra allowance once in a while, when we have sex, I mean.”

He looked at me, not sure where I was going with the question, “Ah, what is it Liv, are you looking for another raise?”

I paused momentarily, I didn’t mean to make my question sound like a plea for more money, “Oh no dad, not at all. I’m really happy with everything right now. It’s something else.”

Relieved that I wasn’t going to try to wheedle more payment from him, he asked, “What do you want then?”

“You know that Irene has that part-time job at the auto parts store, she hates it. She hates all the fucking customers who come in and hit on her when they are buying batteries or something. She says most of them are ugly, dirty, greasy, and smell like beer. She wants another job.”

“And what can I do about it, do you think I could put her to work in my office part-time?”

What I was about to say was even harder than when I was talking Irene into becoming a lay for pay, I took a breath then leaped into turbulent waters, “I was talking to Irene and I told her you might be able to help her earn some money, the same way I do.”

My father snapped his head up and stared into my eyes forever, his brows furrowed, he wasn’t smiling, “Liv, did you just ask me to take your friend to bed, that she would have sex with me for money?” His eyes grew alarmed, “Did you tell her what we are doing?”

My heart was thudding harder than the first time I let dad screw me, “No! I don’t tell anybody, but, uh, yeah, she needs more money and I thought —-”

“Hold it right there girl, you’re proposing that she become a working girl? She would go to bed with me for cash? Liv, I don’t consider you a working girl because we keep our antics in the house. But if she were to come over here to fuck me, then she’s working outside her home, she becomes a working girl, a whore, a call girl, a prostitute, is she ready for those tags?”

‘Is she ready for those tags?’ My dad didn’t refuse me, he asked if she might take the step to being a sex worker, I got braver, “Names and labels don’t bother me, they won’t bother her. If she comes over here Friday night for a sleepover, would you buy some of her time?”

My father turned from me and went to the kitchen for a beer from the fridge, when he came back, he sat on the arm of the sofa and asked, “Are you going to join us? You, her, and me?”

That flustered me, that was the same question Irene asked me. Even though Irene and I fucked Brian and Todd together sometimes, teaming up on my dad would be way too radical, “Ah, I hadn’t planned on it.”

“Me neither, I’m just messing with you.” Dad reached for me and pulled me close, he put his arms around my ass and held me as he murmured in my ear, “If you have time Liv, you can earn a bonus right now, we can discuss your pretty little friend while I tell you how good it feels to pump my cock deep up your ass.” Not only did I fucking near have an orgasm right then, I knew what Irene would be doing Friday night.

Irene was nervous, dad wasn’t. We three sat in the living room trying to act normal but couldn’t pull it off so she and I went to my room so she could calm down, out of sight of my father, “God Liv, I don’t know if I can do this. He’s like old, what if I don’t like it.”

“Hey, do you think professional women like every guy they screw? Just close your eyes and think of Brian or something. You don’t have to stay with him all night, when he gets off you can come back to my room, besides, just last week you said he looked like a good fuck.”

“What about you, have you done some guy for money?”

I lied like a boy pretending to like a hot girl for her personality, “Not yet, but if this goes well for you, I’m going to ask dad to set me up with some of his friends.”

“Christ girl, what the hell? Would he let you do that, be a whore for his friends? My dad would chain me up in a cage if he ever thought I might do that.”

I cupped her cheeks, pulled my best friend close, and kissed her softly, “Then I better not proposition your dad.”

Irene decided she should be in dad’s bed before he came in. She went to his room while I went to the front room to him, “Irene went to your room.”

He looked at me, “How much is she looking to earn tonight?”

“I don’t know dad, but please don’t be cheap, she’s scared and nervous, so make it worth her coming back.”

I woke up when I heard my door close, my friend was smiling, “Did you get paid?”

Irene pulled off her nightgown then stretched out next to me on her back, her toes pointed to the end of the bed, her arms and hands over her head, she moved close, I wrapped her up in my arms, she was soft and hot, her skin felt good on mine. I pushed her away long enough to take my pajamas off then clutched her close again, “Come on, tell me what happened?”

“He wanted a blow job then he fucked me. I wasn’t turned on at first, I was just doing what he wanted but after he started eating me, I got hot then fucked him because it felt good. I thought that letting an old guy screw me would be boring or something, but girl, your dad is anything but boring, and he has a really big cock.”

Irene sat up then opened her hand and dropped a folded-up wad on my tit. I picked it up and unfolded two one-hundred-dollar bills. “Two hundred fucking dollars? My god girl, what did you do for him!”

She smiled, pulled the money from my hand then kissed me with passion, “You want me to show you?”

“Did you let him cum in you?”

“Uh-huh.”

I pushed her to her back, moved down, and put my head over her pussy, the fragrance of hot sex filled my nose. I kissed Irene on the cunt then started licking my father’s discharge from my best friend.

The next day my dad made another date with Irene for the next Friday night. Neither showed any hesitation to make a fuck date while I sat with them at breakfast. After she left, he said to me, “You better be careful sweetheart, she might end up earning all my money, you could be left out.”

I went to him, hugged and kissed him on the cheek then replied, “Maybe, but there might be other options for me.” I left him in the kitchen wondering what the hell I meant.

It was after dad’s second date with Irene that I felt confident enough to approach him with the ultimate goal of my plans, “Daddy, I want to talk.”

“What’s up now, is this another talk that is going to cost me even more money?”

I chuckled at him, “Well, I have an idea, how I could earn more money. Irene will be getting part of my allowance now, but I don’t want to have to give up a source of income.”

“A source of income?”

I blushed, but told him bluntly, “You know, fucks for bucks.”

“I only have so much spare cash Liv, and only so much stamina, you know that, so what are you getting at?”

“How much cash and stamina do some of your friends have?”

My father is not slow, he stopped breathing, stared at me for ten endless seconds, then blew out his breath, “You want to screw other men; for money?”

It was out, I said it; The Plan I had made weeks earlier was coming together, I didn’t deny him, I didn’t hedge, “Would you set it up, can you get me a date?” Dad didn’t say a word, he got up then walked out of the room. I didn’t see him again until dinner that evening.

After I loaded the dishwasher and dad put the leftovers in the fridge he said, “Let’s talk girl, you gave me a lot to think about today and I need to have a serious conversation with you.”

Crap! My father had come to his senses, I knew he was about to try to talk me out of my wild-assed ideas, “Okay, I have to pee first.”

I sat on the sofa facing him in the recliner. The TV was on but I couldn’t tell you what program. Dad sipped a beer then started, “You know that my shop does business with people from all over the country, some even from overseas?”

I wasn’t expecting to talk about his work, “Yeah, I help keep the books, so?”

“I get visitors from all around the world, they come to the shop, we do business then they leave. Sometimes men, and even women, are in town for a week or more while we work together. Of the many things we do, of the many questions they have, a lot of them are about what to do or where to go when they aren’t working. I send people to restaurants, theaters, parks, and the zoo.”

“Okay, I know that. What are you saying?”

“What I am saying is, there are a few requests you don’t know about, like where can a guy find some company for an evening. I have a list of women who have asked me to give their phone numbers to a client.”

“You’re a pimp!?”

He chuckled, “No, I don’t pimp. I pass out phone numbers for friends who work evening hours. Right now, I have numbers for four ladies and one gay guy. They show their appreciation by dropping by once in a while and slipping me a dollar or two. Two even offered their services, but I don’t want to take advantage of them that way.”

“You turned down a piece of ass?” He nodded and smiled, “Why?” I wanted to know.

I colored with modesty when he explained, “Well, you and your friend do keep me pretty busy lately.” Dad took another drink from the can then set it aside, “Liv, how would you and Irene like to come to work for me, in the office, as office assistants?”

“We have school.”

“I mean part-time, evenings and Saturdays. You could learn more about my business and Irene would get out of the Auto Parts store.”

“What would we do?”

“Same as you are now. Keep the books, answer the phones, manage payroll, scan and log documents into the computer, and answer some out-of-town questions. You could even learn to set up and use the 3D printers for product models. I’ve been thinking of hiring someone full-time, but the two of you working part-time would be perfect.” My father squared himself in the chair, leaned forward a little, put his elbows on his knees then looked me in the eyes, “And it would set you up to earn money in the way you proposed this morning.”

“Huh, what are you getting at?”

“I mean Liv, if you want to earn extra cash, then working out of my shop would be the ideal situation. If someone asks me, you, or Irene about indiscrete activities, you could make a choice. One of you could take care of business, or give them the number of my other contacts; the decision would be yours. Many of those men are well-heeled, they have more money than their wives can spend; you could be picky, and still, pick up some extra money.”

I leaned back on the sofa and stared at my father. He had accepted that I wanted to sell my body, and even offered me a way to move into whoring with minimal risk. I could pick and choose who I would suck and fuck. While I was thinking about what he said, my womb swelled with instant lust, I stood and offered him a hand, “Dad, you don’t need any money tonight.” I took him to bed and almost ruined his balls. Almost.

Irene didn’t hesitate. No sooner had I offered her the opportunity to work part-time in my dad’s office, and part-time with spread legs, she readily agreed. She and I sat with my father and worked up a work schedule that gave us after-school hours and all-day Saturdays. The shop wasn’t open on Sundays. That same night Brian and Todd wanted to party with us but we turned them down, we girls knew we had outgrown them and broke off completely. The boys were devastated but me and Irene celebrated our future with some cunt fingering in her bed.

I was nervous as hell the first time a customer hinted he was looking for companionship away from home. I didn’t know how to offer him my assistance and was ready to pass on one of the phone numbers when my father intervened. He was talking to the man, “I heard the question, I have a suggestion if you don’t mind.” Dad proposed, “Mr. Sanigan, this young woman can help you enjoy your stay if you wish.” The man looked at me, smiled, and nodded. The next morning the fourth erection I ever touched was on its way back to India thoroughly relaxed, and I was $350 richer.

Irene and I didn’t take every date that came to the shop, but enough to keep us in spending money, with plenty extra for savings. Over the next few months, I fucked my father and fourteen other men. Dad finally got a steady girlfriend and stopped screwing me and Irene, but we kept busy; sometimes we worked as a team with two or more customers. Irene and I did some internet searching and found a couple of sites that offered instructions on how to earn money with our bodies. We had to pay for the online lessons but became even more accomplished with intimacies. We always took care of the guys from Japan that came to dad’s shop, they were the horniest and didn’t have limits on how much money they would drop in one or two nights. Sometimes I wondered how my father felt about me becoming a working girl, so I asked him, “Dad, is it okay with you that I work on my back or knees?”

He looked at me over his morning coffee, “Are you keeping good grades in school, will you graduate on time?”

I didn’t know what that had to do with how I earned money but I assured him, “My grade average is 3.93 (A-), I never skip school or fake my homework or anything.”

“That’s what is important to me Liv, how you do in school, the kind of education you get. Right now, you are fucking for money, but someday it would make me truly happy to see you graduate from college and maybe become my business partner, you would earn good money legally and the respect of everyone who knows you, it’s a job you won’t have to keep secret.” I was so satisfied with my father I took him to bed then laid on my stomach while he fucked me. I didn’t have an orgasm, I didn’t need an orgasm, I just laid there and offered him as much love as he could handle.

My mother had no idea what I was doing at my father’s business, she just knew me and Irene worked for him. When we were together, we talked about my life, school, and friends. Once in a while, she would cautiously ask questions about my dad, how he was living without her. I told her he had a girlfriend and seemed happy. Mr. Logan (I couldn’t get myself to call him ‘dad’, or by his first name) was still sexy as hell and I often wondered how happy he kept my mother. A couple of times I thought about trying to seduce him but didn’t want to screw up my relationship with him and mom.

One day I was sitting in their front room when mom went to the kitchen, Mr. Logan lowered his voice to a privacy level and said, “Liv, I make a very good living by observing people, watching their mannerisms, listening to them talk, anticipating their motives and needs; I excel at understanding body language and non-verbal communication. I notice how they dress, use accessories, the jewelry they wear, all that tells me who I am talking to, it’s how I do my job. I read people, that’s how I succeed in my profession. I’ve been watching you over the last few months and you’ve changed, become more of a woman, more secure and confident. What is going on, what are you doing or learning?”

I felt myself blanch, he could see me into my head, my life? “Uh, nothing, maybe it’s that I’ll graduate high school in two weeks, and I’ve been accepted to the University, that’s like a major life milestone.”

He grinned marginally and conceded, “Yeah, maybe that’s it.”

Twenty minutes later I said goodbye to mom and her husband. Just as I was getting into my car Mr. Logan, my step-father, came out of the house and caught my attention. I opened the window as he approached, he bent down, crossed his arms on the door, looked me in the eyes, and asked, “Liv, what will $500 get me?”

I looked right back at him knew that he had read me right, and said candidly, “Satisfaction.”

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