Tammy and I had been out drinking and having no luck meeting guys. Sure, a few creeps came up and tried their lame pick up lines. And, occasionally some very handsome guy would hit on us but we could tell by the ring line on his finger that he was some married man just looking for action on the side. Tammy and I werenât interested in being someoneâs mistress.
We didnât mind one night stands but not at the expense of some other woman. Anyway, things were not looking good but we were getting smashed. Before we knew it we were discussing how horny we were. I told Tammy I couldnât believe that she, at least, had not found someone being as gorgeous as she was.
She was gorgeous, too. If there were any girl I would be willing to try a lesbian experience with it would be Tammy. Her boobs were at least 46ddâs and her ass was very large and firm with the cheeks making a perfect heart shape. Her long blonde hair went over half way down her back and she had cool blue eyes with large full lips on her 21 year old body. Of course, she thought that I was the one who deserved to have found a nice guy to take home.
I guess I am no dog as I am 5â5â and weigh 140 pounds just like Tammy. I do get whistles when I wear my more revealing clothing. My boobs are actually bigger than Tammyâs at 48DD; which I thought might actually be too big. My butt, on the other hand, is actually smaller by a bit than Tammyâs and, in contrast, I have deep brown eyes and long black hair which is all the way down my back.
So, you see, Tammy and I almost never had trouble finding a nice guy to go home with. After about three hours of downing drinks one after another we were getting pretty silly and giggly. I saw a hooker come in with a john and I leaned over to Tammy and whispered, âWe could do that.â
âWe could do what, Annie?â my friend asked in amazement.
âWe could pretend to be hookers and get paid for sex.â
âWhat the fuck are you suggesting?â
âWell, only nerds and married men have hit on us, right, Tammy?â
âRight, but what the fuck has that got to do with anything?â
âWell, we both want to get fucked but want no strings attached with the assholes here. What better way to have no strings than a cash transaction, and the guy gets his fuck and we get our fuck plus some spending cash,â I said justified a crazy idea. A slight smile came to Tammyâs face and we began discussing all of the problems as we downed more drinks. Finally we came to the decision to try it, but decided to leave the bar and go to a street where the higher price hookers hung out. When we got there the other girls did not make us welcome and shoved us down the street out of the prime location.
We decided to make do. And, to our surprise with in five minutes two guys came up to us and asked our prices. After a minute of negotiating we took their money and they slapped handcuffs on us. They were undercover vice cops. So much for the life of a prostitute! The ride to the police station was silent, neither Tammy nor I knew what to say. They took us in and booked us which I never want to go through again. Then they put us in a room together and told us that the D.A. would be in to talk with us.
Through the window of the room I saw the back of a man in a suit as he walked over to a cop and got some paperwork which he didnât even look at. The next thing I know the door opens and I find myself looking at my dad. Yes, I knew he was a D.A. but when you are downing Tequila Sunrises you tend to forget that little fact.
Besides, what are the chances in a big city that the D.A. assigned to my case would be my own dad? Apparently, the chances were better than I figured. His jaw dropped to the floor as he stammered around for a couple of minutes. When he got back his composure Tammy and I explained how it had basically been a dare and convinced him that we had never done this before and never would again. He told us to sit tight as he left the room.
We saw him talking to several other people presumably cops and a couple of other guys who probably were other D. A.âs. We saw them laughing and knew it was about these stupid 21 year old girls who tried slutting. After what seemed an eternity in which everyone on earth had been told our story my dad finally came back to the little room and said, âAnnie and Tammy, as a personal favor to me the charges will be dropped against you girls.â
âThank you daddy,â I said running over to hug him. Tammy thanked him as well.
âYou wonât think thank you after I finish with the two of you. Iâm taking the rest of the evening off so I can take you LADIES home. Now, come on letâs go,â he said gruffly. We timidly followed him from the station with our eyes down so we didnât have to look at anyone. All three of us sat in silence on the way to the apartment Tammy and I shared. When we got there dad had us sit on the couch and scowled as he opened up his briefcase and took out a video tape, you two idiots could have been seriously hurt or killed out there tonight. I want to deal with each of you one at a time. So, while I am making my point with one of you the other will watch this tape about the evils of prostitution. Do you understand?â
We shook our heads yes as dad walked over to the VCR and put the tape in. He motioned for Tammy to come with him and took her back to her bedroom. Just as the door shut the title of the movie appeared, it was âEmmanuelle.â I wondered if dad had brought the wrong tape but wasnât about to interrupt his talk with Tammy. So, I sat back and enjoyed some good porn. About half way into the film I was getting thirsty so I got up to get a drink.
As I came back from the kitchen curiousity got the better of me and I walked to Tammyâs room and listened at the door. I couldnât understand how my dad could talk to Tammy this long. But, as I listened it became clear, as I heard my dad growling at Tammy, âBitch you like my cock up your mother fucking ass donât you?!â
I heard his hand slap her ass as she answered, âYes sir fuck this little bitchâs fucking asshole. Please sir, fill me with your cock, damn it.â I ran back to the living room not wanting to be caught but happy that Tammy was getting her fuck and wondering what was in store for me.
As I watched the rest of the movie I pondered the situation. I resigned myself to a very long talk after Tammy had all of the fun. After all, Dad could not fuck me I am his daughter. The longer I sat there the more I hoped my 6â2â 195 pound father with his salt and pepper hair and green eyes to go with his very muscular body would give to me what Tammy was getting; it was only fair.
My dad had great timing as they emerged from her room just as the last credit rolled. He put his finger over his lips for us to be quite as he went over to rewind the VCR. Other than her hair being a little mussed you couldnât tell what Tammy had just been through. With the tape back at the beginning dad pressed play and signaled for me to come with him to my room. Nervously I followed him to my fate.