“A prostitute?” she echoed, her eyes becoming wide.
“You have to decide if you’re okay with it, because Society most definitely is not okay with it. Tonight isn't a game, it's an illegal entertaining job. Most of the work you will do for me isn't illegal, but according to the law, girls who the work you're doing tonight are prostitutes."
It took a few seconds for her to regain her train of thought. It had sounded as if he want to do some sort of nude modeling or exotic dancing when he was mentioned the work before. Reality had gone off in a total different direction.
"A lot of the girls we employ don't do it full-time, but that doesn’t matter to Society. By the logic of our culture, once you’ve done it once, even if you never do it again, you will always be a whore from that day forward. But the good news is, I can guarantee you're going to be a very high quality, well-paid whore."
She remained surprised that her father wanted her to become a prostitute, but the fact that he believed she would be good in bed made her kind of horny too.
Daddy was watching her face, probably wanting to know her thoughts. “So we're not talking about turning tricks in a run-down motel here. No drug addicted streetwalkers could land a job like this. You have all the tools you need to become a high-class, high-grade working girl. Some of the girls you'll be working around earn over a thousand dollars a night as call girls, and that's after the cut they give their management service. I'm going to have you doing that kind of work too, when you're not working for me. I'm certain you can pull in some really amazing money."
She breathed in, trying to gather her thoughts. It was a lot to take in. After a moment, she said. "And if I'm doing this kind of work, it will make you happy?"
"It will make me very happy, Jenny. And twice as happy on nights like tonight, when I get to watch you work. But the more important factor is, I believe you will be happy doing it. You take after your mother so perfectly, and Mama loved doing this kind of work. I can't imagine a job that you or she would enjoy more."
At first her mouth just hung open again. Mama was a prostitute?
Then she realized that when Daddy said he would enjoy 'watching her work', he had meant watching while she had sex. It was so close to her ultimate goal. A little bubble of happiness started rising up inside her.
Daddy smiled. “So will you do this work for me? It looks to me like you want to."
She let out a happy squeal and gave Daddy with a really strong hug. Then, when she noticed how close her mouth was to his lips, she went ahead and kissed him. To her delight, he didn't stop her. They shared a long, deep, open-mouthed kiss that couldn't be mistaken for anything nonsexual, with Daddy's hands even roaming around some.
When they finally finished, she had to catch her breath. His hand had ended up on her bosom, and was idly massaging it. "You know Tammy wants all the same things you do, right?"
She giggled. "Yes, Daddy."
His fingers had discovered her hardened nipple, which he began skillfully teasing. "She would be great at this too, but I'll make it your choice. When she turns eighteen, does she get in on this deal or not?"
Her eyes bugged a little. After a moment to make sure it was what she wanted, she sighed and answered, "She's always trying to steal you from me, but I love the little tramp anyway. I want to share with her."
Daddy resumed the kiss, and continue exploring her body, and she even managed to get topless so he had better access to the nipples he was so expert at caressing. It was a long lovely make-out, but never got beyond that. Instead, he eventually whispered into her ear, "I have to stop doing this. I left a present for you in your bedroom, so go up there and take care of that wet pussy."
She shivered with delight, but obediently got off his lap. While they were making out, she'd unzipped her skirt so she could get her fingers into her pussy. It now dropped to the ground as she stood. She left it, her blouse and her bra where they lay on the office floor and happily made her way upstairs in just panties.
In her room, on her desk, she found a new vibrator. She had a similar one hidden in her nightstand, but this one was a gift from Daddy. She picked it up, discovered it was already loaded with batteries, lubed up and ready to use.
So that night, she went with Daddy to the poker game...
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