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This is the sixth chapter of a story that has grown well beyond its intended length and subject matter. I am no longer writing it - it is writing itself. My fingers are slaves to my imagination.
Harvey and his daughter Annie joined Harry Cocksworth and his twin daughters at an overnight private party. Arcuda Zenellis, chairman of an international conglomerate, is celebrating his company's new invention, an adhesive named FasTack, and his daughter Saroya's 22nd birthday. Zenellis has offered $50,000 to each father who suggests a use for FasTack, plus an additional $50,000 if the father fucks someone else's daughter, under the guise of "mentoring."
Mr. Marcus gets stood up by his mentee and goes to bed, only to be woken by a knock on the door.
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Saroya stood in the doorway, wrapped in the ribbon of brown material like a sculpted mummy. I'd been a daughter-fucker and a mother-fucker. Was I about to become a mummy-fucker? She cradled two books under one arm, and held a hounds-tooth clutch bag in the other. She glanced down the hall in both directions, then stepped inside and pushed the door closed behind her. She was breathing deeply, her chest straining against the fabric.
People don't think about consequences nearly enough. Certainly I don't, or I would have used protection when I was fucking Annie's friends. Although, in some of those situations, there was barely time to get in and out, if you get my meaning, let alone prepare. The hounds-tooth pattern on Saroya's bag reminded me of her father. He was wealthy and powerful, and a force to be reckoned with. So, what would be the consequences if I screwed his daughter? My penis drooped at the thought of getting severed from my torso.
Saroya's voice brought me back. "You know who I am? "
I nodded, my throat dry. "Of course. Saroya, the birthday girl," I rasped. Weren't they always?
"I am here to learn from you. "
"Uh, what subjects? ' Best to be precise in these matters.
She held the books out to me with both hands. Her forearms pushed her breasts together. Even under all of that wrapping, they were considerable. The books were labeled Calculus and Physics.
God, did I remember any of that stuff from college? "Okay. Have a seat. "
Saroya chose to sit on the edge of the bed. "This is my first time. I've never had a mentor at the other parties. "
It was inconceivable that a beautiful young woman like Saroya hadn't shacked up with somebody before. "I'm honored that you were assigned to me. " Maybe she was just being coy.
"Father hides me away from these opportunities. " She opened one of the books in her lap and looked up at me with large brown eyes. "I chose you as my mentor. You are the only guest who ever spoke directly to me. No one else ever wished me a happy birthday."
Everybody else was as scared of Zenellis as I was. "You weren't assigned? "
"No. I bribed my guard to allow me to escape. " She touched her right ear. A diamond stud in her left ear told me what she'd traded.
Guard? "You get locked up? " Zenellis must be irrationally protective of his daughter. All the more reason to keep my distance. Cut off my dick? Probably my head!
"Father must think me untrainable, or unpresentable. Why else would he lock me up at these events? "
To keep her from letches like me. "How many have there been? "
"Every year since I turned eighteen. "
So Zenellis had been running this scam for five years, gathering ideas for his products for peanuts, and promoting sex of adult males with daughters of co-workers and friends. I can see how the ideas are profitable, but why does he pay for the sex? How does he benefit? I mean, he himself only gets one girl a year. That can't sustain him!
A knock interrupted my intelligence gathering.
"Father! " whispered Saroya. "He cannot find me here. "
Damn stright!
Saroya threw her books under the desk. One bounced off a leg. She kicked it out of sight, and then ran towards the closet.
"First place he'll look. And forget the bathroom. "
Saroya bent over to glance under the platform bed. God, what a terrific ass! "This side is open." Saroya threw herself on the floor and scooted under the bed. I smoothed my shirt, but my pants had a lump. I opened the door. Annie stuck her head in. "Anybody else here? Did your student show up? "
I pulled the door wide so she could see I hadn't been disturbed in the middle of coitus.
She was back awfully quick. "How was it with Mr. Zenellis? " I noticed that the sleeves and pants legs of Annie's outfit were cockeyed. In fact, every seam was crooked or had gaps.
"I wasn't very polite. I laughed when I wasn't -' Annie whipped her head at the shuffling sound.
Saroya had wiggled out from under the bed and stood up. Her brown wrap had shifted but was intact. "It is dangerous to laugh at my father, " said Saroya, brushing dust bunnies from her body.
"Wow! Lucky Dad got the birthday girl. Far out! I'm Annie." She extended her hand, but Saroya declined.
"What happened?" I asked.
"He was nice enough, at first. His room was really warm. He offerd me a drink, of that same punch we had at the party. It tasted different, more bitter maybe. Anyway, we started talking about school and classes. He asked if I had a steady boyfriend, which I don't." Annie sneered. Was her lack of social life suddenly my fault?
Annie continued, "He asked if I did sports, and I told him soccer. He asked me to show him how I'd warm up for a game. So I did stretches and bends and stuff. That's when my clothes started coming apart."
That explained the uneven seams and gaps.
"The sleeves fell off and the legs, Pretty soon I was grabbing at what was still left, to keep my privates covered."
Saroya approached my daughter and ran her fingertips over the seams at Annie's shoulder. "The outfits must have been put together with a specific formulation of FasTack, one that is heat sensitive. Oh my! Father wanted your clothes to fall off? But why? What would be gained?"
Man, was Saroya naive or what? Costumes for all the dads and daughters, held together by Zenellis's miracle adhesive that fails under high temperature. Fall-away sleepwear! I never would have thought of something like that. Too bad.
"He dropped his robe before I could say anything. That's when I giggled. Your dad has a dinky dick."
Saroya's hand went to her mouth.
Annie sat on the bed, Indian style. "Well, not as thin as a pencil. Only three or four inches and thin as a Magic Marker. Oh yeah, and not as permanent. He demanded I lay down on the bed. My head was spinning. I must have done it, The next thing I knew, he was on top of me, sticking it in."
"No! Father would never have intercourse with some strange girl. I won't believe your lies!"
"Who are you calling strange, mummy girl?" asked Annie. "Believe it or not. I was still juicy from you, Dad. He said I was a sloppy fuck and told me to get out."
"You and your father had sex?" Saroya must have been suffering from an overdose of information. She plopped down.
"Better than what what your dad gave me! He didn't last sixty seconds."
