Robert Vickers
Daddy's whorehouse
CHAPTER ONE
She didn't intend to make such a big entry, but she did. With her ass pertly swaying from side to side, her long, bare legs flashing in the dim light, Susan presented quite a figure for the men gathered in the pool hall. She couldn't help but notice their eyes studying her, stripping off what little clothing she was wearing.
It was summer and it was scorching hot. There was no reason why she shouldn't have been wearing a halter-top – obviously with no bra on under it – and the skimpiest shorts she could find. They were cooler than just about anything else she could wear.
But the pool hall wasn't a place for an eighteen-year-old girl to wear such an abbreviated costume.
"Damn, but will you look at those legs!" exclaimed one man.
"Yeah. Bet they'd really wrap around you. Pull you right on into that tight little pussy."
"To hell with the legs, man, Look at those jugs! That bandanna she's almost wearing doesn't leave anything to my imagination!"
"You never had much of one to start with."
"Don't have to with her. Shit, look at those knockers! Bet they taste right good."
Susan tried to ignore the increasingly crude comments. But in a way, she was pleased. The men were noticing her. It felt good down deep inside to have them getting hard-ons just looking. And some of them weren't that bad-looking, either. She wondered what it would be like with…
"Susan!" cried a man from behind the bar, scooped the girl up in his arms and, planted a juicy kiss squarely on her lush lips. He got a lot of envious glances from the men around the hall.
"Daddy! It's so good to see you! Wheee!" she exclaimed as he whirled her around in a circle, her back arched and feet sailing out into the room.
"Why didn't you tell me you were coming?"
"I thought I'd surprise you. And you did say I was welcome any time."
"Damn right, you are! Uh…" the man hesitated. "Where's your mother?
Did she come, too?"
He glanced nervously at a tall, lithe woman idly leaning against the bar. The woman pushed a vagrant strand of black hair out of her eyes, not missing a single thing going on.
"No. She and her new boyfriend decided to go on a Caribbean cruise!
Jamaica and that whole bit."
Susan's father was obviously relieved. "How come you aren't milking this high-roller for a trip through the Caribbean yourself? He'd probably have sprung for you, too, if you'd kicked up a big enough fuss. And do I ever remember how big a fuss you can kick up when you want something."
She chastely kissed him on the cheek, then said, "I hate that bastard's guts. I don't see what Mom sees in him. Besides, the Caribbean sounded pretty icky to me. I decided I'd come stay with you for the summer."
"It's great to see you, doll, really!"
The woman at the bar straightened one leg as if stretching, then said in a voice loud enough to be heard all over the pool hall, "Why don't you introduce me to the competition, Don? At least let me know who I'm having to steal you away from."
"Cat, dearest, it's not possible for you to ever come between me and Sue. This is my daughter. Susan, Cat. She's my, uh, helper."
"Helper, my ass. I'm your girlfriend, mistress, call it what you like.
Does that bother you, sweetie?" She looked squarely into Susan's eyes, hoping the young girl would show some brief discomfort.
It didn't come. The girl was used to such things.
"No. Why should it? After all, I watch the steady stream of my mother's boyfriends. The only thing that would shock me is finding out my father had a steady stream of boyfriends, too."
The men in the room laughed.
Cat smiled broadly. "I like your style, kid. And let me tell you, your old man's no fag. He can screw like a stallion and he's hung like a bull. Why, just a couple nights ago, he…"
"Cat," Don said sternly, "Enough of that. I'm sure Sue isn't all that interested in hearing of such things."
"But I am, Daddy!" she said brightly.
He swatted her bottom with the flat of his hand. "None of that! And the way you're dressed – if you can call it dressed. I've seen more cloth in a Boy Scout merit badge than you're wearing."
"What's wrong with it, Daddy?" she said innocently, looking down at her skimpy garb.
Don swallowed hard as he looked at his daughter's clothing. The bandanna halter top left very little to the imagination. The bulge of her tits came pushing up and over the top of the cloth. The milky-white expanse was enough to make his mouth water. And the tiny buttons pressing into the cloth showed her boobs definitely had nipples.
But the bare midriff and the skin-tight shorts were what made his cock hard just looking at her. The white shorts left absolutely nothing to the imagination. They were so tight he could even see the cleft of her cunt through them.
He had to admit she had nice legs. Damned good ones. Long, sleek, well tapered. And the comment that had been made about having them whipped around your waist and having her pull your cock firmly into that tight little cunt… Don's erection was apparent.
Cat reached over and gently petted it. "Hmmm, looks like something's out of control there. Want me to do something about it?"
Don was afraid Cat would suck him off right there in front of his own daughter. She WAS absolutely shameless when it came to sex. Anything, any time was her motto. It didn't matter how many, either. One evening, she had pulled a train fifteen men long, left them all exhausted and was begging for more.
"Not now, damn it."
"But later?" she pressed.
"Sure. I wouldn't pass up the opportunity. Never have, never will. You know that."
"And how! You're one of the best, Don. But say, why don't I show Susan around the place and let you get back to work for a while? It looks like a couple orders have come in."
She glanced back and nodded toward a couple of deliverymen standing around ogling the scenery. Don saw them, sighed, then said to Susan,
"I'll take care of them in a while. But the bartender's sick today so I'm having to handle that, too. Why not let Cat show you around until the night man gets in? Then we can get together. We've got so much to talk about."
"Yeah, I agree," Susan said.
"Okay, then. You take good care of her, Cat. Or I'll whip you till you beg for mercy."
"Promises, promises! But don't worry. She'll get the full scoop on the operation."
Susan wondered at Don's sudden hesitation. But the men were beginning to bang on the bar demanding more drinks. He quickly went back and started filling orders, promising the deliverymen he'd be with them in a few minutes after the customers were refilled.
"This is the main room, Sue. Twenty tables."
"Yeah. And all filled. Isn't that a bit unusual this time of day? And those women. Whew! I wish I looked like some of them!"
She was taking a close look at the people playing. Fully half of them were women. And some were ravishingly beautiful. It was apparent from the way they brandished their pool cues they weren't novices at the game, either.
"You do, sweetie, you do. But you're not in their class in a lot of ways. Some of them, your old man would kill you for, too."
"You mean they're hookers?"
"Ummm, not really. It's just that Don runs a little different type place here. The chicks out there are sort of on the house payroll. They hustle the guys into playing. But most of them are championship grade players.
Hell, one guy's been trying to beat Cyndi over there for almost a year and hasn't done it yet!"
Cat nodded toward a table. The woman playing had one of the nicest figures Sue could remember seeing. And she was showing it off to the fullest, too. Cyndi was leaning over the table so that her tits were almost fully exposed to the man across the green felt from her. It was more than just distracting him, it was making his cock positively hard.