This choice: Daddy has her help host a private dinner • Go Back...Chapter #3Daddy has her help host a private dinner by: Texienne   "So, your first job is tonight. I brought you home early because you need a little training for it. It will take about four hours. My assistant is coming to pick you up in a few minutes."
"Assistant?"
"Sherry from my office acts as my manager for jobs like this."
"What kind of training?"
He chuckled at the puzzled look on her face, nodding as he read her thoughts. "Yeah, training wouldn't be required if sex was all there was to it. But, tonight you're going to be serving food too, and that does. I'm adding you to the staff for a dinner one of my clients is catering."
"Oh." She blinked. "That sounds kinda... tame?"
Daddy leaned back and laughed. "I wouldn't call one of her dinner parties 'tame'. But food poisoning is not the kind of excitement we want to offer, so..."
She heard the front door ring. He nodded. "She's here. Just grab your purse and go. You don't need anything special."
"I'm okay dressed like this?" She looked down on her basic high school girl outfit. It felt pretty stylish when she picked it out that morning, but suddenly it didn't feel grown-up enough.
He laughed again. "It's fine. You'll be wearing what Sherry gives you at the party."
She kissed Daddy and hurried to answer the door.
Sherry was a cute American Chinese girl about ten years older than her. She smiled and winked at Jenny but didn't say anything until they were seated in Sherry's BMW. After they pulled out, Sherry asked, "I'm just checking, but you do know what kind of job Joe wants you to do."
Jenny giggled. "Does it involve getting naked and screwing?"
The girl gave a loud laugh. "Omigawd. You really are Candy's daughter, aren't you?"
She blinked. "You knew my mom?"
With a smile, Sherry nodded. "I worked for Candy. I was doing the job you're gonna be doing when she was doing the job I'm doing now. And yes, it involves getting naked and screwing. I'm glad we're clear about that. I was a little nervous."
The training was done in the back of a catering kitchen, and it was really serious. Jenny even had to take a test at the end, but Sherry nodded her approval at the grade she got.
When they were back in the BMW, Sherry declared, "You did good, kiddo. Passed first time. Some of these ditzes Joe finds me need to take it two or three times before they pass. Shoulda known Candy's daughter was smart."
"I'm not smart," Jenny pouted.
"Yeah you are. But you're just like Candy. Most of the time, you think with your pussy instead of your brain. That's okay, kiddo. Your daddy is looking out for you, and he's ready to let his girl by the kind of girl she is. Just like he let his wife be the kind of girl she was. You're lucky that way. My parents would probably kill me if they knew what their daughter ended up doing."
"What kind of girl was my mom?"
"Well, to use Candy's own words, she was a whore. But she was a proud, confident, successful, happy whore. She'd admit it to your face with no shame at all."
Jenny watched the girl as she drove. Despite the words she was saying it, the love with which Sherry talked about Jenny's mother made it very clear that Sherry had been very fond of her.
"You liked my mom, didn't you?"
Sherry shot her a grin. "Sweetie, when Candy found me, I was already a whore too, but I was a humiliated, self-hating, spineless one. Your mama made me proud to be myself. And your daddy made sure that fuckhead of a pimp never bothered me again. I'm pretty sure I'm still alive today because of your parents."
Jenny was really surprised at what Sherry had just said, because anyone who saw her would assume she'd led a clean, wholesome life. What she'd just said hinted at a really dark past.
Sherry reached over and patted her hand. "I'm fine now. Your mom made sure of I would be. So, we'll be meeting up with the rest of the servers next. We'll hang out until it's time to go to the venue."
"Will you be there at the... um, venue?"
"Yeah. I always put myself on the staff for dinner parties. They're a fave."
They pulled into the drive of a really fancy looking house. "What's this place?"
"My house. Me and my room-mates are leasing it. Nice, huh?"
"You make really good money, don't you?"
"You will, too, sweetie."
Inside she met her fellow servers for that night's dinner party. She was surprised to discover they included...  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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