I was in the area for a business trip and decided I would pop in and see my daughter Catherine, Cathy for short who attended university in the area and lived in an apartment close to school. I knocked on the door with no response; I called her phone to see if she was alright. Cathy told me that she was out and asked what was up, I didn't tell her that I was in town, I told her I called to catch up. Cathy told me that she would call later and we ended the conversation.
I was determined to surprise her and found a hotel near by to check in for the night, it was a good middle of the range hotel that seemed to be close to the action, rather then risk running into her and ruining my surprise I stayed in for the night.
After an hour or so of watching crap local TV, I was rather board, I considered booking one of the adult movies, to provide entertainment, but rather then spend money and still have to 'do it myself' why not call for the services of one of the local ladies. I found a local paper and flipped though the personals until I found an add that caught my attention. I rang to business and organized for one of the ladies to come to my room. I was told that it would be within the hour.
I quickly jumped into the shower to freshen up and not long finished and my phone rang, I was told that the lady was in the hotel and was on her way to my room. Within a few seconds there was a light knock on the door, I tried to answer the door as casual as I could, but could have been knocked over with a feather as I opened the door and was greeted by none other then my daughter.
We stood silent in the door way until Cathy told me that she could explain, I ushered her in the room and she took a seat, she started to explain that she needed money to cover expenses and she has taken two jobs, one as a bar maid at a local bar and the other, well as a call girl. She quickly asked what I was doing in town and why I was calling for her services, I told her about the meeting and wanting to surprise her and getting the surprise myself, I didn't explain why I was calling for a service, and being a single man I don't feel that I needed to explain myself.
Cathy asked if she wanted me to stay or leave, pointing out that if she stayed she would need to collect money. I was more then a little taken back by this, but quickly agreed that she should stay, I was reminded of the rates again. I felt queasy in my stomach but reminded myself that it would be better if she was here other then with another client. I told Cathy that I would 'book her services for the night' rather then hourly rates. Cathy quickly called a number and told the person on the other end of the line that she was booked for the night.
I poured a stiff drink and quickly through it down and poured a second drink as well as one for Cathy, as she got off the phone I placed the drinks down. Their was little to no conversation as both of us sat stuck for words, I was not angry with her, I was a little disappointed, not in the fact that that she was a call girl but the fact that she didn't come to me for help. After a few drinks, we were loosened up a little and even had a laugh at the looks on our faces as the door opened.
The ice now broken I asked Cathy about her work, not looking for any specifics or details, just asking about it from her point of view. Cathy told me that she calls herself Candy; she told me that she got into it when one of her barmaid friends told her that she does it to make a little extra money. Cathy told me that she has had regular checks and always takes the proper precautions. I felt more comfortable in knowing that she was doing the right things, she went on to tell me that she has made a sizable amount of money and planed only to do it for a further few months.
It was not hard to imagine that she would make a fair amount of money; Cathy is by no means an unattractive woman, she stands at about 5'11" and would weigh 115lbs to hazard a guess, and she has a fair completion and deep blue eyes like her mother. She sat next to me wearing a dark mid length skirt with black high heeled shoes, and a light blue singlet top with a dark bra that was visible through the thin material of her top. I found it hard to not think of her sexually, the head was telling me that she is my daughter, while my groin knows her as the call girl that I booked for the night.