Disclaimer
This is a work of fiction that is intended to entertain, and which does not suggest, recommend or endorse any particular behaviour. In short: do not try this at home. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this book are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
The Kissing Booth
Part I Daddy's Dilemma
My name is Jill, and this is a story about my sexual awakening. It's complicated, so let me set the stage a bit. I was a naïve teen, but horny. I know boys liked me, and saw grown men checking me out, so I figured I was nice to look at. But for some reason I was rarely approached. Maybe my height was intimidating to boys around my age and perhaps my very youthful appearance scared off older guys and men? To describe myself more fully, I'm 18, tall for my age, fair skinned with a dusting of light freckles across the bridge of my nose. I'm slim with the frame of a dancer. I look adorable in a leotard with my hair in a bun. I have blue-green eyes and I think I mentioned I have long, wavy dirty blonde hair. My lips are kind of pouty and full. It makes me look a bit bratty to be so pouty, but I'm really nice, at least mostly, honest!
Anyway, my romantic life was limited to rubbing my hairy little pussy while looking at porn. Like, a lot. I liked girl-on-girl, but that didn't make me a lesbian cause I liked good hard boy-girl fucking too. Mostly romantic stuff with lots of kissing, but sometimes a little bit more adventurous stuff like MMF and MFF. Rough stuff was a turn on, whether the woman was in charge, or the man. Choking, force and hairpulling always seems hot, maybe because it is forbidden and dangerous. If I was feeling extra-special naughty or needed to cum fast, I'd look at incest porn. Daddies stuffing their daughters was hot as fuck to me.
I wanted to push the envelope, maybe I'd find videos where the man's pleasure is the priority and the girl or girls lick them everywhere, suck them off, finger their butts, and ride their hard dicks. Mmmm, creampies and creampie cleanup -- so yum! So as you may have guessed, I was a virginal girl with an appetite for more than a hasty prom night tumble in a back seat. I would prefer having a hot Daddy jam me from behind while a girlfriend ate his ass. Just thinking about it makes me want to rub one out.
I was the only child of my parents and was a spoiled Daddy's girl. Well, the spoiling kind of ended after Mom left. I knew our family finances were in bad shape after she left. Dad was paying a lot of support and I think he might have developed a gambling problem. My suspicions about gambling and related debt were confirmed by the burly guys that would drop by the house unannounced and the hushed but intense discussions Dad would have on the front step with them. I had to drop out of dance classes. Also, our planned vacation got cancelled, and Dad was reluctant to take me shopping even though I needed new clothes. That's why I got excited when Dad said "let's go somewhere tonight" after a visit from one of those guys. I thought maybe things were looking up for him, although he didn't seem all that excited about going out. He looked a little sad and when he smiled at me it seemed forced and grim.
Dad and I had gotten a lot closer after Mom left. Sometimes, I'd sneak into his room at night and snuggle into him under the covers. The first time it happened, it was during bad weather and I was genuinely scared. The thunder cracks were so loud the window rattled, and the rain poured down like a monsoon. I liked being in his big, warm bed with him, so I kept trying to find excuses. Like the wind was blowing a tree branch against my window and keeping me awake with the clattering. Things like that. He tried to discourage me, but I think he liked it too. I could tell by the way he'd steal glances at me in the morning when I yawned and stretched and my little cotton T would pull up and show my panties, or when I'd sashay out of his room in the morning and look over my shoulder.
I'm not bragging, but I knew I wasn't a kid anymore. I was aware of my height, my slim figure and my tits were pert and nice. My hair was dirty blonde and wavy, and long too. Not so long that it covered by little panty-covered ass when I would walk around Dad's room in the morning after a cuddle though! It was great fodder for my fantasies to strut around and turn Dad on. I'd usually rub my puss and cum hard once I got back to my own room after a cuddly night with him. I would imagine his hot breath on my furry cunt and I rubbed and teased myself, and would picture his handsome face peering up from between my legs.
Anyway, back to going out. Dad wanted me to dress up. I put on a little black dress, being one of the ones Mom left and which I had altered to hug my lithe body just right. I liked showing off my tight tummy and waist, and my little heart-shaped butt. I found a matching purse in Mom's stuff. Just a small clutch that I could hold. I put on silver too -- earrings and a necklace. Dad wouldn't tell me where we were going, and I was surprised when we drove up to what I think they call a "gentleman's club". He said that lots of girls go to places like this, but I thought it sounded half-hearted. I tried to say that I wasn't sure, but I was so uncomfortable that nothing came out when I tried to speak. I just kind of gulped. I trust Dad, but this was ... weird. He told me that his "business associates" had a proposition for him and that they owned this place. We went inside.
It was loud and dark, but the stage was lit up. It was "that kind" of place. The girls milling around and dancing were sexy and mostly naked. I guess I imagined that this is what "that kind" of place would be like, but seeing the girls walking around showing literally everything to the leering men gave me butterflies. I wanted to look, but I also felt insecure about myself. Their tits were so big and nice, their waists were tiny, and their little pussies were so cute and hairless. I felt weird about it. My tits were ok, but not that big, and I never thought to shave or wax or anything. And yet, for some reason, I felt eyes on me as we wandered over to the bar. I guess tall, elegant young ladies are not so common in these parts.
The bartender smiled and nodded his head as if pointing my Dad to a door at the back of the room. Dad took my hand and walked me with him to the door, then through it. His hand felt sweaty, which was weird cause he is always in control and knows what to do. He seemed concerned and that worried me. It should have worried me.
On the other side of the door was an office, with a smiling, balding man in a loud suit behind the desk. The office looked like something from the 70s. It was raining outside and the flashes of lightning through the window made me long to be home in bed with Dad. The ma gestured for my Dad to sit down, and told me to stand where I was. He looked me up and down and I was kind of creeped out.
"Is she ready" was all he said.
My Dad explained that in the back they had executive "kissing booths", and that we were going to go have a look. That didn't sound too bad.
I was getting bad vibes since walking in here, but kissing didn't seem too threatening, and executive kissing sounded posh. Maybe it was like bottle service, but the girls were more forward? I didn't have much experience and hadn't really been kissed so much. We went through another door in the office, and into a dark hallway. You could still here the music from the bar, but now it was really muffled. It smelled a bit musty too.
I walked past a good-looking guy kissing a pretty and young lady up against the wall. The hallway smelled like cleaning solution and air freshener. Then we walked past an open door and another couple was kissing. This could have been much weirder, and all things considered, it was kind of ok. But I wasn't sure what I was doing there! I mean, when we were parking in out front I had a sinking feeling, but I trusted Dad and now I felt vindicated. This was fine. People are kissing. That's ok. Was someone going to kiss me?
I thought about my Dad, holding my hand. I would like to kiss him -- he's hot. But if we were going to do that, we'd have done it at home, right? So why were we here? I was trying to put two and two together: Dad was probably in debt to the guys who owned this place and ... we must be here to work it off somehow. So was I supposed to be one of the kissers in a booth? My knees got a little weak, as I thought that my Dad was maybe going to use me to pay off his debts. Why didn't he just ask me? I would do anything for him. I felt tricked, and trapped, and not good about this at the moment.
We stopped at the last door in the hall, and walked in and sat together on the futon in the room. Dad smiled weakly and said "so Jilly-bean, what do you think?" Tears welled up in my eyes, and he kissed my forehead and then my cheeks.
"It's ok baby-girl, you don't have to do anything you don't want to do. I just wanted you to see the place. They make good money. I mean, the girls here, they get paid to be nice to men. Out front they dance, and back here they kiss and touch. It's more romantic almost."
I nodded but no words came. I didn't want this. I said as much as I could in protest. Dad looked worried, but I trusted him and I knew he'd do the right thing by me.
Just then a cute guy walked in the room, stopped and apologized. He said thought that there was a girl in here that might want to, you know, visit for a bit, but started to back out cause I guess he figured Dad was my date.
Dad said "no no, come in, I was just leaving."
I was kind of upset, but the guy was handsome and sheepish. I'd have wanted to kiss him if it was like a real date. So when Dad walked out and shut the door, I just smiled weakly and asked the boy how it worked.
He seems so quiet and shy, I almost didn't hear him when he said "$40 for 6 minutes", that's the rule. Well, we needed money and I didn't think backing out was an option.
