All characters depicted, are eighteen or above.
Welcome to part 11 of my story. This may be the last chapter, but who knows?
I had cleared my way, for a life of debauchery. I had left school, and for now, still lived with my Daddy. He had been so understanding, and generous, I went out of my way to please him in every way I could. Abigail also helped out. She made return visits to us both. She always wore her school uniform, and on those special nights, so did I.
Abigail and I would perform in front of him. He would then be invited to join in.
There were no limits. The sordidness turned us on.
She was a good friend to us both, and such a dirty girl.
Miss Davis had laid down the ground rules of my employment.
On completion of a job, I was allowed to sleep in the "Whore Room."
My first job was a piece of cake. I'd been told to arrive at her house at seven o'clock.
Daddy had yet to buy me a car, so I took a taxi.
It didn't matter what I wore. All the outfits I needed were in the wardrobes, and drawers. I still dressed nicely, I wanted her to want me.
She would pour me a drink, and we would talk about the evening's client.
Her tone was business like, as she discussed either his or her,or indeed, their needs, wants, and desires. She would leave it to me to present myself in whatever way I thought fit, and appropriate for their sexual fantasies.
It was exciting and creative. I was made for this.
That night's client was a male in his forties. Miss Davis actually had a questionnaire for the customers. This was designed to enhance the experience to the full, and give maximum satisfaction. It gave us great insight into their fetishes and sexual cravings.
It was also one of the reasons they parted with substantial amounts of money.
This one was custom made for me. I couldn't believe my luck.
This particular man, craved his daughter.
She too, was eighteen. I'm pretty sure, Miss Davis knew exactly what she was doing.
His daughter had rejected his advances, but tormented him sexually. She would dress seductively and flirt, but never yielded.
The man was going out of his mind. It would be my job to redress this problem, at least for one hour of his troubled life.
I knew what to do.
He was due to be in my room at eight o'clock.
I would be ready.
I went upstairs and changed into my "whore's outfit", yes, that one.
I put on the heels and a black skirt, roughed my hair, and layered on the make up. I had taken a bottle of wine up with me, and one glass.
More than satisfied with the way I looked, I waited.
The knock came on the door, at precisely eight o'clock.
"Is that you Daddy?"
"Yes," came the stranger's voice.
"Just a minute. I'm just putting my clean panties on."
I waited for a minute.
"You can come in now, Daddy."
The man walked in, he looked me up and down.
"What do you want Daddy? I'm going out soon."
"I just wanted to spend a little time with you Darling."
"Oh fucking Hell Daddy. Can't it wait?"
I had put on strapless, open toed heels.
"Actually, since you're here, you can finish painting my toe nails."
I was sat up on the bed. I poured myself a glass of wine, then passed him the red nail varnish.
"Sit on the bed Daddy. Make sure you do a good job."
I pulled one leg up, and stretched the other towards him. He had a perfect view of the tops of my red pull ups and panties. It was quite sweet, that although he was paying for me, his mind was on his daughter.
He started to paint my nails.
"Now, what the fuck do you want, Daddy?"
"I just want to be closer to you darling."
I opened my legs slightly, and pointed to my pussy.
