Diane - Now
The car moves nicely on the interstate, heading East. I have had to leave California, leave college with less than a year to finish. You see I'd got mixed up with some pretty bad people six months ago. That I got out from under is a miracle but it left me in fear of what might happen if I didn't leave Ca.
It's also six months since my father, Tom, fucked his little daughter. Don't get me wrong, it saved both our lives. It also confused the hell out of me for a month and I'm sure it did the same for Dad. But then there was his funeral and I was left distraught. One of his old colleagues in the Department took me under her wing and helped a lot.
With a little unofficial assistance from her I've changed ID and given my mother the finger. The same woman from the Department suggested the name of a nice, peaceful, back country town to live in. I did some checking and it seemed good. I'm sure in my heart that I'll find the right man there.
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Tom - Then
"We've arranged a little entertainment for your weekend," said Marinelli, "While we sort out the final details on our side. She's young, fresh and a college girl - Enjoy!"
Marinelli liked "manly" men and the guy I was being was known to be one so, "Marinelli, you are a true Boyar - noble - on the part of my people, I thank you,"
Going into my suite I was thinking bad thoughts. I hated undercover but they needed a Russian speaker of about 45. Now I was faced with having to fuck some whore. Young would mean some 28 year old pretending to be 18, fresh meant she would have been on the job for years and College meant she might wear a cheerleaders costume. Still, there was no way out, Marinelli would be videoing the whole thing, another of his known behaviours. Why had I agreed to go back undercover? That said, pussy is pussy, I like pussy and this was free pussy.
The girl was showering, I could hear the water running in the bathroom. Her case was on the stand. It said to me the girl might be high class because it was expensive, very expensive. I'd bought one like it for my daughter when she'd gone away to College. Her mother had been mad as hell, accusing me of trying to buy 'her' girl away from her. I'd not been polite telling her that buying stuff was better than selling it. Thank god I'd been calling from my home back East, she might have killed me.
That case looked very like my daughter's and I was out West. A really bad thought came into my mind.
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Diane - Then
I was showering to try and make myself feel clean. That bitch Mrs Sommers had trapped me, loaning her the $5000 for the car. Momma had been no help at all, she'd promised to cover her little girl then backed out. Two weeks back I'd tried calling Daddy but the was off on some job and couldn't be contacted. Then Mrs Sommers had come up with a way to clear the debt.
There was a guy coming to town on Friday and some friends of his wanted an escort for him, just 2 or three days. I'm not a fool, I knew what was meant and it would be doing nothing I hadn't done before with my boyfriends. For a couple of days that thought had comforted me but now I was here I was starting to feel dirty - inside and out.
I heard the guy moving in the main room so I got out of the shower, I was afraid he would come in and complete my degradation. The guy - the john, I corrected - called out from the main room.
"Baby, dry off then dress and come in here, your Daddy wants to play a little game with you, perhaps horsey-horsey," the accent was thick Russian, like the one my father used to put on when I was little,
In fact the guy's voice sounded very like my father's and horsey horsey was what we played back before the divorce. But dad was back East - and unavailable like he used to be when undercover. Could he have gone deep again? Fearing the worst I called out,
"Your little girl will be ready soon, your little Baby Yaga," the last was a teasing name he had had for me when I had been naughty,
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Tom - Then
I had looked through the case and found the little charm she had worn as a child. I called out hoping against hope that she would know my voice. Was this some elaborate joke on the part of Marinelli? But it was not the mans style. He might rape and torture her before killing us both but he would not countenance incest. Marinelli thought of himself as an honorable man.
When Diane had called back her pet name I felt a little relief that she suspected my identity. Confirm it then; Babayaga, the Russian witch, was famously ugly so tell her,
"I bet you are nearly as beautiful as Babayaga,"
"Oh my, big Daddy, the things you do come out with!" I heard her say, and knew she had caught the reference,
I put a chair in the centre of the room, right beneath the big air conditioning vent. She would be able to whisper in my ear with little risk of it being picked up. I waited for her to come in wondering how long my daughter had been a whore. It had been two years since I had last seen her.
When she came in she was wearing a little, black, shoulderless dress that hugged her figure in all the right (wrong?) places. Her hair was carefully dyed blonde and piled in a mass of curls, on her feet were six inch spikes that she was obviously used to. Ivan Gordeovich Bragovski, the guy Marinelli knew me as, was obviously worth keeping sweet. She was so delectable I found myself rising to the occasion. Stop it, I thought at my cock, she's your daughter.
"Come here and sit on your daddy's knee," I said aloud,
"I've been very naughty, daddy," she said touching her luscious lower lip with one finger, and walking towards me,
