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Rated: 18+ · Short Story · Contest Entry · #2105817
A December 2016 entry for Higher Rating Contest
 The Preacher's Daughter Open in new Window. (18+)
A December 2016 entry for Higher Rating Contest
#2105817 by Chris Breva Author IconMail Icon


771 words

She was truly a beauty! Anybody with eyes could see that. Her deep blue eyes, long blond hair, sensual lips, and petite body were enough to drive most men and some women absolutely insane. Tonight she was smoking hot as usual. She was wearing a blue dress that was so short one could see fur protruding from under it. Then the dress was split up the side so that what wasn't exposed already was exposed if she moved her leg.
"What will you have Cindy", the bartender asked.
"I'll have a White Russian", answered feeling somewhat disgusted that he didn't already know.
She came to this dive nearly every week, sometimes even during the week, and the bartender didn't know what she drank? She realized however that unlike many drinkers she never stuck with one particular drink. Tonight she was drinking White Russians. Tomorrow she may be drinking wine, scotch on the rocks, or rum and Coke. One never knew from one day to the next so the barkeep had actually been wise to ask. If he had brought her the drink she had been drinking the previous week, which had been tequila shooters, she may have thrown it at him! While she was a diminutive and demure looking young woman, many had been caught on the bad side of her. It wasn't pretty.
"How are you doing tonight lovely lady", a man asked on her right.
She turned and saw a steel blue eyed man smiling back at her with his hand extended. He had rugged features and she could tell from the look of wind burn on his face that he worked outdoors a lot.
"I'm not interested farm boy", she replied. "Don't you have a stable to clean or something?"
"Whoa", the man answered, "let's clear a few things up here. First of all, I'm not a farmer. I'm a lawyer. Two, I'm not trying to pick you up despite what my approach may have looked like. I'm here on official business."
"What does my father the preacher want now", Cindy asked, knowing that if a lawyer was talking to her it was a lawyer sent by her father. He was a minister in a major mainstream denomination. He saw Cindy as an embarrassment at least and at worst an obstacle to his advancement.
"He's concerned about you Cindy"", the lawyer said. "He just wants to make sure you stat out of mischief."
"You mean he wants to protect his career", Cindy replied. "Well you tell my father to go screw himself!"
"Is this man giving you a hard time ma'am", asked a dark haired man.
"No he isn't", Cindy replied. "In fact he was just leaving. Why don't you take his place?"
The dark haired gentleman sat down in the seat just vacated by the lawyer. "That was my father's lawyer", Cindy explained to the man. "My father is a preacher and he doesn't approve of the way I live my life. So he sends his goons to try to straighten out my wicked ways."
"You don't seem that wicked to me" the man answered. "My name is Dirk. Dirk Hudson."
"What", Cindy asked, "did your parents not like you or something?"
"Maybe you are just a little wicked", Dirk responded with a laugh. "Dirk's a good name. Not too many people have it so I'm usually pretty sure who people are talking to when they say it."
"Okay Dirk", Cindy replied. "Take me away from this dive."

Less than an hour later they were laying in Dirk's bed. Cindy was straddling Dirk and riding up and down on his member. She knew her father would consider her a harlot for having sex with a man she didn't know. This only ignited her passions more. She was tired of being bullied by her father. She was tired of the strict salt and pepper diet her father tried to force on her. The more he pushed the more she was going to rebel! Having a lawyer tail her to a bar and embarrass her was going way too far! So tonight she was going to really let her hair down. Then tomorrow she would go see her father and give him the details whether he wanted them or not!
"Do you have any friends Dirk", Cindy asked.
"I have a few", Dirk grunted, thinking this a strange time to be asking such questions.
"Call them", Cindy replied. "I'm really horny. I think I'd lie to have a threesome."
"I'm not really into having sex with other men involved", Dirk replied.
"Who said they had to be men", Cindy responded.

771 words
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