Who's My Dad

WARNING: If you don't like stories where the cheater gets away with it or gets forgiven for it, this story and many others in my catalog are not for you. Unless otherwise labeled, my stories are fiction no marriage has been endangered to create this story. This is not our universe though it has similarities. STD's are not an issue in this universe, unless they feature in the story line.

Who's My Dad

I am folding laundry when the phone rings.

"Hello"

"Mom, we need to talk."

"Sure dear, do you want to come over? Your dad is cleaning the garage."

"No, I need to talk to you alone. Can you drop by at 1? James and the kids are in swim classes from 1 to 3."

"OK, what is this about?"

"I don't want to say over the phone."

"All right, I will be over at 1. Are you sure you don't want me to bring Terry?"

"I definitely do not want dad to be involved in this conversation. Not yet at any rate."

"OK, see you then, bye."

"Bye"

Weird, what could have Lynn so upset. Why does she not want Terry to be involved?

I arrive at Lynns place about 5 to 1.

"Come in, would you like a glass of wine?"

"That sounds lovely." I kick off my shoes and find a place on the couch.

Lynn brings through a tray with a couple of glasses of wine and some cheese and crackers. She puts it on the coffee table and sits beside me. I put cheese on a cracker and grab my wine.

"Mom, I don't know how to ask this, but did you have an affair?"

"No, why would you think that?"

She pulls a paper from under the tray. "Here is my ancestry DNA test. It shows I have a half-brother. His surname is Wagstaff."

I look at the results. I slump down and take a drink of my wine. "OK, this will be a long story."

"Does dad know?"

"That you are not his? No, though we understood that there was a significant risk that you were not his. We debated for some time whether or not to get an abortion, so that we could know who the father was for sure. In the end we decided to roll the dice."

"So, he knew?"

"OK, it is complicated. I need to start a bit further back. The economy in the early 1990's was rather grim. In December 1991 Terry lost his job. We thought we were OK, I was still working and we had lots of savings. But things got worse, and I was cut back to part time. By June we were starting to realize that we were in real trouble. Terry had spent six months shopping his resume to everyone who was a potential employer with no luck."

I had also been looking for something that paid better, with no luck. We figured that by the end of September we would be in danger of losing the house. I was desperate, and thought my body was in good condition, maybe I could become a stripper. Strip clubs were advertising for girls.

I signed up for an amateur night at a strip club. I figured that I could try it and if I thought I could handle it, then Terry would probably be OK with it.

They said to show up at 6:30, the club would open at 7. I arrived in plenty of time, but sat in the car shivering in fear. Finally, I got out and the bouncer at the door asked if I was there for amateur night. I said yes, and he let me in. He told me to go into the main room and find a seat. By 6:30 there were 7 of us. One other girl, Annie, looked like I felt, terrified. So, I sat next to her and we chatted. Both of us were there because we needed the money.

The club manager introduced himself, and asked each of us why we were there. One said she had done it before and it was fun, so she wanted to surprise her boyfriend who would be there tonight. The two of us said we wanted to find out if we could do it, because we needed the money. The rest were there because a friend, a boyfriend or a husband wanted them to do it. Most of them were a bit nervous.

He took us on a tour, showed us the stages with the poles, and the VIP lounges for private shows, and finally through to the changing areas. He gave each of us a locker for our street clothes, and passed us over to 'Angel' who would get us ready.

Angel laid out the rules.

There were a lot of costumes we could choose from. All of us looked quite fit, so there should be no problem finding several costumes that would fit.

We each would do up to three sets over the evening. Each set consisted of three songs, on the first we would get down to underwear. By the end of the second we should be naked, and the third was a nude dance. After that we would come back and get dressed. If we wanted, we could offer lap dances in the main hall, but no total nudity and they were not supposed to touch us. We could also do VIP rooms. There we would get nude, and the guys would want to touch, which was up to us. A final warning that in the VIP rooms we would be pressured to have sex, and we would be offered a lot more money. If we agreed, there were condoms in a bowl in the room. We should avoid groups of men in the VIP room if we did not want to have sex.

Annie and I agreed that there would be no VIP rooms, but were concerned that if we took a job, then we would have to be willing to have sex. Neither of us was willing to do that.

Then we were told to pick out costumes and put them on. There was a bin of panties, and we were expected to throw the panties into the audience when we took them off. I looked at one, it had the club's name and logo on the front.

The costumes were all break away and she showed us how to rip one open and toss it back toward the curtain where someone would pick it up. We all tried it.

Next, she showed us various moves on the practice pole in the back. By that time, I was feeling a bit more confident about it. We were offered drinks. I had a rum and coke.

She finally asked who wanted to be first, and the girl who had done it before volunteered to be first. Annie and I both wanted to be last, but she said no, the two most likely to crap out were not to be together, I ended up third.

As I was waiting my turn, my nerves got bad again, I peeked out and realized there must be 40 men in the audience. Angel said it was a slow night.

Finally, I was up. Out onto the stage, dance around the edge as instructed, move to the center, and rip open the shirt, toss it to the back. Dance around in my skirt and bra, then back to the center and pull off the skirt. Toss it to the back, and the song ended.

I return to the center, the next song started, and someone shouted "Take it off".

I panicked. The bra from the costume unclipped in the front, but I could not do it. I bolted for the back, found a corner in the change room, and cried.

The audience was roaring. There was no way I could go back out there. Angel came over and gave me another rum and coke. She got me calmed down. "Look this isn't for everyone. It is tough. There is no shame in not being able to do it."

She helped me get dressed, and Annie got dressed as well. She was not even going to try. I had too much to drink, I could not drive, and Annie drove me home.

I told Terry what I had tried. He hugged me and cuddled all night. In the morning, he drove me back for the car. It was pretty clear that I was not going to make the budget balance by stripping.

At University, I had done strip teases for boyfriends, and in one case for a group of 4, but I knew everyone. The thing that terrified me was that I had no idea who was out there, or what they were like. I had no problem getting naked with people I knew, but not for an anonymous crowd.

Our financial situation was getting worse. I started to think about what I would be willing to do to keep the house. I came to the realization that I was more comfortable with the idea of having sex with someone who I did not know than I was with being nude in front of a crowd. I did a bit of research and then booked a meeting with the manager of a massage parlor.

We talked about the working conditions, about the security that the business had, and how they handled bad customers. Condoms were required by policy, but occasional non condom events occurred that I would have the option of attending. She said that bad customers were rare, because everyone knew there were other people in the building and that if a girl called for help, someone would come. She also said that the police were aware of what they did, referring to them as a bordello. When she called the police when they had a bad customer, they responded fairly quickly and arrested the guy for assault. The officer explained how it would go down, and how they would present the organization in court. As long as everyone stuck to a specific set of wording, the bordello would be immune, and the girl attacked would not be charged with prostitution. The police preferred the bordello to street prostitution which generated a lot of public backlash.

I was given a tour and we discussed the financial compensation. I told them I would consider it.

The talk with Terry was, shall we say, challenging.

"OK, Terry. We run out of money at the middle of next month, 22 days from now we will not have enough money to cover the mortgage payment, or groceries."

"I am aware of that. I don't have a solution."

"Based on the news stories about how the banks are getting proactive and hard line about missed payments, we are out of the house by the end of November, without enough for a security deposit for a rental. Not that it matters, because we cannot make rent payments either. Stripping did not work, but there is one other thing that does not require me to deal with a large audience. You are not going to like it, but I am willing to do it to save us."

Terry looked at me. "I don't think I want to know. At least then I can convince myself that it is not happening. I cannot ask you to do it."

"But I can earn the money to keep us afloat until you get work. Will you hold it against me?"

"Considering that I sort of know in advance, no, I cannot hold it against you. I should probably put that in writing."

Terry dug out a pad and pen. He wrote: "Andrea, you have my permission to do whatever is necessary to keep our family afloat. I will take on more of the child care and household duties to free up time for you. Whatever you do to get us through this financial crisis, I will not hold against you." And he signed it. [Lynn, I still have it if you want to see it. Terry never acknowledged what I would be doing. I think he knew but was trying to allow himself to deny it happened.]

I booked an appointment with my doctor the next morning. We discussed disease prevention and the fact that the pill I was on was 99% effective, which is to say that 100 women using the pill for a year, having regular sex, only one would get pregnant.

I called the bordello and told them I was in. They wanted photos of my body (they had a photographer) and would post my schedule on the web site. I showed up on Monday afternoon for my first shift.

My first client was a 30 something man. He was reasonably attractive and had no objection to my requirement of a condom. I enjoyed my time with him, though I did not orgasm, but that was not what I was paid for, I was paid to get him to cum. He tipped me an extra $50.

For the rest of the afternoon, nobody selected me from the lineup. I had been warned that Mondays were slow. I went home with $200, $150 from my share of the fee, and a $50 tip.

Terry looked at it. "If that is your average, then we will still be really tight, but we will make the mortgage and cover the utilities. I can hit the food bank."

"They did warn me that Mondays were slow."

Tuesday and Wednesday were better at $300 and $350. Thursday jumped to $950, and Friday was $1450. My week earned me $3550. I did not get weekend shifts because I was new enough that they were all taken before I got a chance at them.

We were solvent again.

I was popular, I started getting repeat clients, and after three months the bordello suggested I raise my rate. We had a good Christmas; I was now bringing home more than Terry had been when he had a job. But the economy was still bad, and he had no takers on his resume.

January and February were slow, though I still earned about 2/3 of what Terry earned when he was working. At the end of February, I was offered a party. A local millionaire was going to entertain 9 of his rich friends for a weekend. He needed 10 girls, willing to work with no condoms. Everyone needed to be tested in the week before the event and had to be clean. The pay would be good, $10K for Friday afternoon to Sunday evening. However, it was a 'free use' event. The girls were to be naked, and anyone could fuck us any time they felt like it. After some thought I signed up for it.

The party was at a mansion in the swishiest part of town. It looked like it was sitting in the middle of at least an acre of land. In a district where a small lot was worth easily twice what our house was worth.

We were shown in by a maid in a uniform. A quick tour of the place with notes as to what areas we were not allowed into. Finally, to a staff changing room with lockers. Each locker had a name on it. I found my name, opened the locker and found a diamond choker with my escort name in rubies. As the entertainment girls our uniform was the choker.

Then she explained the bonuses. Each of us would be evaluated by the guests. Highest evaluation receives a bonus of $10K, second $6K and third $4K. So, we had an incentive to make the guests as happy as possible. On top of that in the past many of the guests would tip the girls they liked the most, with last fall's event giving almost $20K in bonuses to the best liked girl.

I did a survey of my competition. All nine of them were attractive, but really only two had breasts as nice as mine, but 4 had bigger butts than I did, and some guys really liked that. So, the competition was on, and I felt I had a reasonable chance at earning one of the bonuses.

The choker had a slot in the back that held our locker key. I stripped off and crammed my clothes into the locker. I locked it, inserted the key into the choker and put it on. The game was on, and every one of the girls was going to go all out for the bonus.

We were led back into the living room and the guests started to arrive. As someone arrived, we were introduced. After each had been introduced, he was led upstairs and assigned a bedroom. Since we had not been assigned bedrooms, I assumed we needed to get a guy to invite us to spend the night if we wanted to sleep in a bed,

After a while the men returned dressed in a terrycloth robe. One immediately came over to me and fondled my breasts. I knelt down, opened his robe and took him into my mouth. He was average in size. I sucked him until enough blood had entered his cock to make it firm. I stood up, bent over and leaned on the couch and said "Fuck me. NOW!" I figured that these guys were used to being dominant and dominating them early might be a good plan. He took instruction well, and entered me standing doggy. I rubbed my clit. One of the other men had watched this. He came over and fondled my breast. "I like this one, she knows what a guy needs." He then repositioned and I took his cock in my mouth.

Within a few minutes most of the girls were being fucked in one position or another. The guy behind me was getting close to cumming and I was on the edge. As I felt my orgasm starting to crest, I popped the guy out of my mouth and moaned. Then I came, and the guy in me came. He grabbed my hips and pulled to get as deep as possible, and my orgasm started milking his cock to get all of his cum.

"Oh nice, Ben you gotta fuck this one."

"As soon as you pull out John, as soon as you pull out."

He rested in my pussy for a minute then pulled out. Ben slid right in. I was well lubricated from the first guy. I looked around, several of the girls were fucking, but there were three men standing by the bar watching. Several of the girls were at the other side of the room, just dancing and waiting for a guy to pick them.

I went back to rubbing my clit. Then I heard someone cum, and looked over at a blonde. She is clear competition for the bonuses.

Ben came, and I pushed an orgasm out while he was still shooting into me. I had learned over the past few months that guys really like it if they think they have made you cum. I really hated faking it.

When Ben pulled out, I squeezed to drain as much as I could out of my pussy. Then went over to the bar, grabbed a guy. "I need you to fuck me."

He grinned, and put his drink on the bar. I pulled him over to a couch. "How do you want to do me?"

"Cowgirl"

I pushed him down onto the couch, and opened his robe I grabbed his cock and pumped it up a bit, then mounted him. I leaned forward and he reached up and fondled my breasts. Then I went to work on him. I braced myself with one hand and used the other to rub my clit. Then I proceeded to jackhammer him. I slowed down after a bit, because I had cum twice already and rubbing out a third orgasm was a bit more difficult. But I managed to bring it up just about the time he stiffened up and came inside me. I reached back and brushed my hair back from my face. "How was that cowboy?"

"Keep this pace up and you will be everyone's choice for the bonus."

"That's my goal. You ready for me to get off, or do you want more?"

He looked over my shoulder. "I would love to have you sit here for a while, but it looks like Andy wants a go."

I looked around and saw two guys behind me. I stood up, and looked at them. "Two of you? Are you looking for a DP?"

One said "Had not thought of that, but sure why not?"

"Who wants front and who wants back?" I am thanking my past self for remembering to do an enema before heading out. I glance at the watch one guy was wearing. I am an hour and a half into the event and coming up on doing half of them.

I get them organized and as they start to get into me, I look up. The blonde is glaring at me. A quick scan of the room, and there is only one guy not busy and he looks like he is recovering. I scored the first spit roast and the first DP.

Things slowed down a bit as most of the men were now in refractory time. I took the opportunity to eat. I was also starting to get a bit sore, so I looked around for some balm. I found a selection on a counter, read the instructions and selected one that seemed to meet my needs. My pussy lips and my ass needed some lidocaine comfort.

Someone turned on a porno, and every one sat down to watch for a while. I walked past them until one pulled me down into his lap. I started kissing him, and he fondled me, but my best efforts could not get him hard. I tried rubbing the guys on either side, but it seemed like everyone was fucked out for a while.

My guy slapped my bum and told me to get him some food, so I asked what he wanted and got it for him. The other girls took the hint and soon everyone had a plate of food and a girl. The men started discussing who they liked best, and it looked like I had done five guys, the blonde four a couple of girls three and the rest only two. I figured that the girl who did the most guys was likely to be the front runner for the bonuses so it was between me and blondie.

Over the weekend I fucked every guy at least four times, most of them six times and a couple eight times. When voting took place at the end, I won over the blonde by one vote.

Two weeks later I looked at my birth control pills and realized that I had missed one at some point. My best guess is that weekend. Then a week later I realized that I had missed my period. A week later I did a pregnancy test. It was positive. I was the one in a hundred, a one percenter.

I told Terry I missed my period. He thought about it for a few minutes "That's good, another kid will spice this place up a bit."

"You realize that it might not"

"Stop, the child is mine. That is the final word."

"I never challenged him. If he felt the child was his, then it was his."