As I pointed out in the last story my father and I began playing with each other, and as often as we could. I would come down stairs in the morning and he would force me to change into different clothes, while he watched. Or after he got back from the gym I would help him out of his clothes and bathe his naked body. This went on for a while till he started bringing home dates. That would really piss me off because I was supposed the woman he loved, not some two-bit heifer who wanted his affections and money.
I would do what I could to sabotage his relationships. Sometimes I would tell the cows that mother disappeared mysteriously and we were living off the insurance settlement. If that didn't work, I would tell them that father also preferred the intimate attentions of men and women. Of course when dad found out I was raged fucked so hard I couldn't walk straight for at least two days.
Occasionally, I would bring home potential dates he would do his best to sabotage my relationships. Most of the time he would tell my dates, he would follow us. If anything happened, they would be stuffed in a bag. This worked 90% of the time. What guy wanted to be followed by an angry father?
One day I came home early from school, it was a senior-skip day. Daddy was not home, but my teacher Mrs. Cannel was there waiting for me at the house. I knew it wasn't going to be good. She was a complete hard ass, not only to me, but to other students and teachers at my school. No one liked her. She taught English, like why should I be taught my native language?
She had a thing for Gucci and Tommy business suits and had expensive tastes. Her mousy brown hair was always neat and trimmed with her fingers constantly trimmed and groomed. She must have come from money or something. I looked at her with my eyes blue eyes trying to figure out why she was at my house. Today she wore her stupid little black suit with a satin-blue button up shirt. She was a typical overpaid yuppie with her $500 shoes and $5,000 gold Rolex.
"You were just the person I wanted to see Miss Lee." She said a slight sneer on her ruby red lips. I couldn't help hide my displeasure at seeing her, by rolling my eyes at her. She wasn't ugly or anything, but her attitude made her the really ugly. The only fantasies any sane guy would have about her involved murder. I ignored her and unlocked the door going inside. Of course she invited herself in. If she wasn't my teacher I would have kicked her out.
"What do you want?" I asked.
"I wanted to be the first to tell you, your father and I are going out," she said as a matter of fact. I felt the color drain from my face. My father didn't tell me he was seeing anyone. He didn't even hint that it was this woman standing in my house. How dare she try to take my daddy away? My mind raced to trying to determine if I missed the warning signs.
"Just how long has this been going on?" I asked her.
"For about two-weeks now." She replied. She walked into the living room and sat down on my father's favorite leather couch. She sat back and crossed her legs. Her black stockings complimented her overpriced leather heals.
"He also told me everything about you," she said watching the rage boiling up in my face. I couldn't handle it anymore; I was close to exploding.
"He told me how you two are really close," she continued, "I know it will be a change but I'm sure YOU will be able to adjust to my presence in his life."
"You can't have him! He belongs to me. So you can go take your fake Prada handbag and get out of here now!" I shouted at her. Her face lit up as I realized what I had done. I had given this bitch more information then she had. Her face lit up like a Christmas tree.
"Oh, this is rich!" she said sitting up in the chair. "You're fucking your dad, aren't you? Oh, I knew you had some secrets, but this is better than I expected!"
I started to cry, tears streamed down my face as I realized what I just did. "Why?" I asked her.
"Oh, for the money and power," she said. "How do you think I earn all these nice things? Not on a teacher's salary. I worm my way into a well-off family, either sleeping with the father or flirting with their sons. Then I get enough dirt on a family member, than blackmail them into submission. Originally, I did it for the money, don't get me wrong. The power was intoxicating too."
"Are you worried that you are going to get caught?" I asked in between sobs.
"I got dirt of ½ the school board members and the principals. Fire me, and that all go down. That's why I like these rich communities. These people will pay for me to keep my trap shut." She giggled. "Now call your dad, tell him you need to see him right now."
I did as I was told trying to figure out how to wiggle out of her trap. My daddy answered the phone and said he would be home shortly. When he arrived he saw me, my mascara was running down my cheeks and Mrs. Cannel sitting in his favorite chair.
"Who are you?" he asked. She informed him of the situation. He looked like he wanted to kill her and cry at the same time. We both knew if this scandal got out, we would be forced to leave the community in shame.
"What do you want?" he asked. He was sitting in between me and her.
"I don't need money. I got plenty of it. What I want is two things. I want l power, complete control over you too. I also need to be left alone. I want you to say you are dating me; we need to be seen together so those nosey private investigators will leave me alone." She sat back and licked her lips. She had both of us under her control.
"Fine," Daddy said, "Now leave us alone."
"No," she replied. "Seeing you two both at my new play things, I want to have some fun. Now get on your knees and take off her shirt."
My daddy looked at her, angrily.
"It's ok daddy, we will get her back for this. For now, play along," I whispered to him. He nodded as he continued to stare at her with hell bent eyes. Daddy ripped open my shirt and exposed my chest. My breasts were still in my bra. He yanked it down and popped my breasts out.
Mrs. Cannel let out a soft moan as sat back down in the chair. She began rubbing her knees.
