Daddy had her legs pushed up against her shoulders now, gazing down at his penis jabbing at her honey chasm, and Sherry wondered what it would feel like to have Tony's immense prong slamming into her, and Tony's hands clutched her ass and finally sending his great load of sperm deep into her slit. Oh, how she wanted to tug at his ass and pull the handsome Italian's meat deep into her. Oh, how she wanted to experience what it was like to have a real men fucking her hard. She imagined his enormous balls slapping her ass, as his rod stabbed away, and she yearned to have his hot shaft probe her mouth and spend itself down her throat.
She pulled harder and harder at her father's ass, trying to get more of him inside her than ever before so that the transformation of the younger Tony and her father would be more real and vivid in her mind.
"Oh, Tony!" she cried. "Fuck me with your great big beautiful dong. Shove it all the way up me, Tony!"
And then suddenly, without warning, the delicious cock within her stopped and dwindled away to nothing. She felt a hard slap across her face.
"Bitch!" her father yelled. "You dare to fuck me and think of that two-bit singer? You're a disgrace. I don't see why I ever thought you were capable of class. I give my life and all my energy to making something out of you and you reward me by indulging in the cheapest of fantasies!"
"What's wrong, Daddy?" Sherry pleaded. "Why-why did you stop? Don't stop now! Please?"
"Don't stop!" He pulled her hair viciously.
"You lie there groaning and calling out his name – Tony's – and you expect me to perform the same as always?" Her father broke into tears then, withdrew what was left of his shrunken erection, turned his back to her, turned out the light and ignored her.
"I didn't realize," Sherry apologized. "Honest, Daddy, I didn't know what I was doing or saying."
"Never mind," he said. "We'll talk about it tomorrow. Go to sleep."
It was the first time they had begun but not consummated the sexual act. Sherry felt strange and unfilled. She lay there for a long time until she was certain her father had fallen asleep.
Then, feeling very guilty, she quietly took the prick-shaped vibrator and fucked herself there in the darkness while her other hand manipulated her clitoris. At last, the orgasm she had been denied earlier came and she shuddered as the waves of pleasure ran through her body. She put the vibrator back and turned over to go to sleep.
"Good work, my little pig," her father's icy voice said from the far side of the bed. "Be sure you come. Never mind the sacrifice others have made to make you what you are. Never mind whether or not they try to get to sleep in torment. Sleep well my spoiled little brat."
Sherry lay there, feeling agonizing guilt. What made it worse was that she had thought of Tony while fucking herself with the vibrator. How would she make it up to her father? she wondered. She would have to make amends somehow, but she knew that she would have to have Tony at least once. Could she possibly explain this need to her father? She guessed not. She lay there for a long time trying to figure out how to have an affair with Tony just once and then return to her normal sexual relationship with Daddy. Finally, she fell into a deep and perplexed sleep.
The following morning her father was silent and moody. He barely spoke to her over breakfast. When they had finished their morning meal, he excused himself and said that he had business to attend to and that he had to go to the bank. He implied that he was giving her time to think things over, even that she might go ahead and find Tony if she desired. It was an unusual tactic on his part but she bade him goodbye as cheerfully as possible and watched him leave. Maybe I'm imagining things, she thought. He was upset about last night, of course, but he often had business to attend to – especially at the bank. She dismissed his surliness of the previous night from her mind, resolved to win back his favor as soon as possible and wandered idly about the hotel half-looking for Tony.
Victor Redgrave stood impatiently in line at the bank. The line was long and it was stuffy despite the air-conditioning. He held two checks in his hand, both for four-thousand dollars and endorsed by Judy Redgrave – his daughter's real name. The checks were from the Lucky Nuggett Hotel in Las Vegas. He smiled, despite his anger and the stuffiness of the building. Judy always endorsed her checks and then he deposited them. She never asked how much money she had and trusted her father implicitly. She had no reason not to. Daddy paid the bills, the ten percent to Gil Turner and bought her whatever she needed. Daddy was generous. Naturally, she assumed that the money was hers or theirs and it didn't matter. She had never asked to see any bank books or inquired into financial matters.
Actually she should have, especially now that she was sixteen and her earnings had increased. Victor had often spoken of investments and preparing for her future. But he had not prepared for her future at all. He had, for a long time now, been preparing exclusively for the future of Victor Redgrave.
He finally reached the head of the line and, smiling pleasantly, signed his signature beneath that of Judy Redgrave. Then the entire amount was deposited to the account of Victor Redgrave as it had always been. He had plenty of cash in his pocket and certainly enough to cover any pin money. Sherry might require. He had the usual credit cards, too, to cover whatever unexpected expenses might arise.
He exited and walked down the casino-lined street with the lake and trees in the distance. Well, he thought, it looked as though the time had just about arrived. He didn't for a minute think that his daughter would run away with Tony Agnello and bring an end to her career and the inflow of money. No, her interest in the young man – in any young man for that matter – was inevitable. He had planned on such an eventuality for a long time now. He guessed that she was good for at least two years more of a sexual relationship with him, even though she would undoubtedly find some way to fuck Tony Agnello, but it would not be a permanent thing.
There would be other Tony Agnellos then and, alas, finally a marriage or some such alliance which would exclude Daddy. By that time, though, it would not matter. He would give her a little money – not much – and leave the country. He had learned to prefer love making with young girls – Sherry had taught him that – and so once she had excluded him from her love life and taken a husband he would leave the country, find himself another such lovely young thing and live his life out in luxury.
He walked briskly now, inhaling deeply and enjoying the warm morning. Yes, he thought, he was rather partial to Switzerland, but then France might be nice. The Riviera. Yes. On the other hand, he found young Scandinavian girls very delectable. The weather was harsh there but if the girl were worth it. He dismissed the thought from his mind. What was he worried about? With all the money he would have they could travel anywhere in the world together. Yes, it was unfortunate, but phase one of Sherry's departure had occurred. He would have to be a might more thrifty in the next few years – possibly even deposit some money abroad or under other names. Things would work out however and, above all, he would have to control his jealousy. He would have to share Sherry from time to time and that was that. No use crying over rivals who would appear on the sexual horizon from time to time. Be realistic, Victor, he told himself; he straightened his shoulders and forced himself to enjoy the dear mountain air.
Sherry was surprised to find Tony up so early. Somehow she imagined him fucking beautiful young girls the whole night through. But there he was, playing a dollar at a time at the twenty-one table. And all by himself! He wore street clothes, not the bright shirts he wore on stage, and sandals without sock. He sat there looking slightly bored as the dealer dealt out the cards onto the green felt of the table.
She ambled up, stood there quietly watching him as he lost several hands, then nudged him. He looked up and smiled. "Hi, good morning, cowgirl," he said. "I listened to you. I like the way you sing."