The half an hour drive felt like it was an eternity with thoughts of his daughter continually dancing around in his head. She wouldn't stop and each time he closed his eyes he could see her swaying backside or long slender legs. The cute way she smiled so innocently kept his cock stirring. He didn't get another erection but it was a constant threat making it difficult to focus.
"Hello Mr. Carson I was hoping I'd get a chance to talk to you today!" Jake tried to pretend he didn't hear him. "Mr. Carson!" Jake sighed and stopped waiting for Craig to catch up. "Mr. Carson, good morning."
"Good morning to you to Craig. What did you want to talk to me about?" Ken tried not to sound bored. Craig was always going on about one thing or another and it was always something that Craig didn't actually need or want to understand. Sometimes he wanted to tell the young IT geek that the entire reason he had a job was because nobody else really understood all that bits and bytes shit that floated around in the computers. It was all Greek to him and listening to it made his ears want to bleed. Today was no exception, the only parts of the entire conversation that Ken actually understood were out of date, possible fire hazard and additional offsite back up. "Okay, well write a cost estimate both with and without and have it on my desk by noon, can you do that?" Craig nodded and Jake escaped into elevator. "Oh thank God."
"Rough weekend?" Jake had no idea who was speaking but he entertained them with the usual banter until it was his turn to get off the elevator and into his office. It wasn't a corner office or anything particularly impressive but it was his.
"God, I can't believe I'm standing here fantasizing about my own daughter. It's sick. I'm sick." Jake walked over to his chair and collapsed into it. "I mean no matter how much she looks like her mother she's not. I shouldn't be thinking about her at all."
Jake spun around to his computer and went through the early morning motions. Checked his mail, sent out a few memos to people he wanted to see and realized he had absolutely nothing constructive to do for nearly an hour when his first meeting took place. He tried to keep his mind focused for a few moments.
It didn't work.
He was immediately typing away furiously doing a search on Hazel Love Rockswell, the stage name of Rena Carson. He was immediately given a flood of hits. Pictures, videos, two websites one of them complete with a personal blog. "Oh God. This isn't something my little girl does on the side. This is what my Baby Girl
does
." Hazel wasn't just a stripper either, she was a soft core porn star.
Jake tried to convince himself that he wanted to click out of the site entirely before he saw anything more. That it wasn't his fault when he entered her modeling site because he was compelled by the same force that won't let you turn away from a car crash.
It wasn't true.
It was his fault when he started scrolling through pictures of his daughter. She seemed to like cartoon characters, Disney in particular. He recognized some of them: Tinkerbelle, Snow White, and Cinderella. Most of them he had no clue who they were with their hair every color of the rainbow. She seemed to have started off as something called a cosplayer. The later pictures had her in bikinis, lingerie, sometimes oversized shirts or with her hair done up in pig tails.
"Why Baby Girl? Why? If you needed money you could have just asked." He knew it was more complicated than that. He made too much money to get any financial aid but not enough that sending his daughter off to an Ivy League college was easy and he'd always stressed how important being self reliant was. "God, when I said stand on your own and make your own way. . ." He trailed off letting the thought linger for a while.
What did you think an attractive young woman was going to do? Settle for flipping burgers? She probably makes more money in a good weekend doing this than she would in a month as waitress. It was naΓ―ve of you not to think she was doing this. I should be thanking God, Jesus, Zeus, Ra, and Superman that the only thing she seems to have gotten into is pictures and stripping.
He continued navigating the site. After the bikini and lingerie there were lots of semi nudes and nudes, mostly topless but one series caught his eye and would not let go. It was his daughter, Rena (no Hazel), and she started out in his mockery of a little girl's dress. The baby blue skirt was far too short and the top was several sizes too small and he'd never seen a real school girl with pig tails quite like that. Certainly none that wore white lacy thongs. It started with her coming home from school on a pink bike with streamers and training wheels. Hazel parked the bike in the garage and walked into the house and for some reason there was a cake in her seat. She looked at it, then at the camera then she sat down on it with the most astonished look on her face. The last few frames were pictures of her standing up and looking back at her frosting coated rump as if she couldn't fathom how the hell something like that could have happened.
Jake had never considered little girls or anything involving food sexy before. Well maybe a girl in a whip cream bikini but that was different than seeing his daughter's buttocks coated in frosting. "That's fucking sexy." The only thought in his mind was just how much he wished he'd been there to get down on his knees and lick the frosting from his daughter's amazing ass.
"Oh my." Jake whispered to himself continuing to click through a few more of the albums.
He was so engrossed in the pictures of his daughter that he didn't notice Annie until she dumped a pile of folders on his desk. "Whatcha lookin' at. It must be pretty interesting to have you so caught up in it."
Jake moved as deliberately as he could manage to close down the window of his daughter and replace it with an email. "Oh nothing Annie, just reading the emails for the day and I got a little distracted." His eyes flickered away from the computer to Annie.