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Daddy's Little Whore Copyright 2006 Rachael Ross all rights reserved Story
Codes: M/f, Teen, Schoolgirl, Prostitution, Oral
Note: I literally wrote this chapter by candlelight, burning through 4
batteries in the process.  I would have gone for 5, but even I don't have
that many spares.  Anyway, that's why this is late.  I had to wait for the
power to come back so I could finish it.  -rr

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   Chapter 3: Turning Pro

   It turns out I liked being an escort, much more than I thought I would
anyway.  I even started taking the money, mostly because I was much too
practical to let a little thing like guilt get in the way of common sense.
But then, if I had common sense I wouldn't have been an escort either.  I
would have been just another 15 year old catholic schoolgirl, doing her
homework, doing her nails, doing the little silly things that little girls
do.

   I hadn't been a little girl in a long time though.

   I only worked three or four nights a week anyway, since I had to be home
by 9pm on school nights, and ten o'clock on weekends.  But Deke didn't
mind, he said that was a good thing because he could actually charge more,
especially if the guy I was going with picked me up at school.  That was a
privilege worth a couple hundred dollars extra, although I didn't really
like it.  I was always afraid someone would see me getting into a strange
car, a different strange car every time, and wonder what was going on.

   I'd been doing it for almost 2 months already, and I'd lost track of how
many guys I'd had sex with.  I didn't want to know, but it was a lot.  I
made a lot of money too.  Way too much for a 15 year old to spend, even
after Deke took his cut.  He charged 300 dollars an hour for me, or 500
dollars for two.  Picking me up at school was worth an extra 200, which I
thought was ridiculous, but you'd be surprised how many guys wanted exactly
that.

   These were all older guys too, like my dad's age, or more often older,
in their 40's and 50's mostly.  They had a lot of money to spend and it was
the tips that really flushed my bank account.  Deke gave me 30% and kept
70% for himself.  He said that was generous because he was my manager, my
agent, my security guy, my advertising and transportation.  He bought my
clothes and the stuff I need to work, like condoms and lube and stuff like
that.  He did all the work, if you listened to him tell it, and all I did
was lay there and get rich.

   But that wasn't true.  It was more like acting than anything else, since
I had to actually like these guys for an hour or two.  I had to act younger
sometimes too, like a little girl maybe 11 or 12 years old; but never
older. None of the men paying for me wanted a woman, just a girl and
knowing that I really was just 15, that was the kicker for them.  I liked
acting and I think I had a real talent for it.  I had a talent for the sex
stuff anyway, no doubt about that, and the more I did it the better I got.

   Mary Magdalene was a whore.  That was my comfort and she'd become my
patron saint.  I'd felt really guilty at first, but that had gone away when
I realized I wasn't hurting anyone.  The men loved me, some of them loved
me for real and asked me if I'd marry them, or at least come back to their
cities and live with them.  But they were in love with who I pretended to
be for that short time we were together, that's all, and while part of me
felt lonely because I knew it wasn't really me they liked, mostly I felt a
little safer that way.

   It was just sex.

   I was in love with my dad.  That had changed too and I don't know if one
thing had to do with the other precisely, but I don't believe in
coincidence later.  I'd had sex with about 20 or 30 guys, most of them
wanting me to call them Daddy while we did it.  Some of them wanted to call
me by a different name, their daughter's name, or a niece or the little
girl next door maybe.  But a lot of them didn't mind calling me Samantha
either, and that bothered me at first, but then it didn't and I started
liking it.

   I could close my eyes and imagine that man who was making love to me
really was my dad.  I could talk to him, tell him I loved him, how he made
me feel special and grown up and loved.  And somewhere, somehow along that
ride, I'd started to believe it.  I'd go home and see my real dad and
almost forget that it hadn't been him that I'd fucked an hour or two
before. But I was falling in love, in grown-up love, and I couldn't help
it. It was programmed into me, growing up not as a daughter but as a wife.
He had to feel the same, I was sure.

   "You think I could be a doctor someday, Daddy?" I looked up at him.  He
was reading some boring report, so I kept talking to him.

   "Sure you can, you're smart enough." He smiled down at me.  "You can be
anything you like, Princess."

   I was lying on the sofa with my head on his lap, my legs curled up,
tucked inside my big t-shirt so that it stretched even more.  I liked it
like that and it was the way we'd watched movies together for as long as I
could remember.

   "Yeah, but it looks hard." I frowned a little.  We were watching City of
Angels, with Meg Ryan.  It was one of my favorite movies, even though I
always cried when I watched it.

   "Well, if it wasn't hard everybody'd be a doctor." Daddy stroked my hair
and I shifted my head a little.

   "Do you like being an engineer?" I asked him.

   "Mostly." He finally put down his report.

   "Do you ever wish you did something else?" I turned onto my back so I
could just look at him, stretching my long legs out from under my suddenly
loose t-shirt.

   "Like what?" He was looking in my eyes, smiling.

   "Like I don't know." I giggled.  "What did you want to do when you were
a kid?"

   "I wanted to be an astronaut." He said.  "When I was your age they were
still going to the moon, playing golf and collecting rocks."

   "They played golf on the moon?" I laughed at that.

   "Yeah, they had a little car too." Daddy nodded.  "We all wanted to be
astronauts, even the girls."

   "Who was your first girlfriend?" I asked him.

   "My first one?" He made a little face.  "Ummm..." He had to think for a
second.  "Brittney Hanson."

   "What did she look like?"

   "Uh, well, she was 15..."

   "Like me." I smiled.

   "Like you, yeah, she even looked like you...a little." He was playing
with my hair, twisting it around his fingers.

   "Really?"

   "Yeah, not as pretty though." He nodded.  "And not as grown up or
anything."

   "Grown up how?" I narrowed my eyes a little.

   "Well..." He shrugged.  "I don't know."

   "You do too, come on." I gave him a little pinch in the ribs.  He was
just wearing some docker slacks and an old Izod polo shirt.  He looked like
an engineer.

   "I guess kids changed since I was your age." He sighed a little.  "I
don't remember any girls like you."

   "I wish I'd known you when you were fifteen." I told him, keeping my
fingers where I'd pinched him, just rubbing his body a little.  "Do you
think you'd like me?"

   "Uh..." He cleared his throat.  "I'm a little prejudiced, I think." He
chuckled.

   "No, I'm serious." I liked talking to my dad this way and we did it
sometimes, at least until he got uncomfortable with it.  I never really
understood that about him though, I thought it was interesting.

   "Would I like you?" He sort of rocked his head side to side.  "Maybe
like a sister."

   "What?" I laughed at him.  "Daddy...Okay, would you go out with me?  I
mean if we weren't related or anything."

   "I never thought about it, Princess."

   "Well, think about it now." I said.  "Would you?"

   "Uh, I guesssmmmaybe...I wasn't very good at talking to girls." He
blushed, just a little I think.

   "What if I talked to you?" I grinned up at him.

   "I'd talk back." He laughed.  "I wasn't totally shy."

   "How about now?" I asked him, feeling a little warmer for some reason.

   "What do you mean?"

   "I mean if we weren't related, would you talk to me?  Like if we just
met?"

   "Uh, Sam..." he was just about at that point where he got uncomfortable.

   "Like if I said hi, at the mall or something..." I watched his face. 
"...would you talk to me?"

   "I'd say I'm a little to old to be talking to 15 year old girls at the
mall." He rubbed his nose.  "I think I'm going to get something to drink,
you want some?" He started moving a little, forcing me to sit up.

   "No, that's okay." I shook my head, sitting up and looking down to see
that my t-shirt had been pulled up, exposing my pink panties.  I pulled it
back down quickly and watched my dad get up.

   "I could make some popcorn." He suggested.

   "Nah, I'm just gonna go to bed." I told him.  I got up and gave him a
kiss on the cheek, standing tip-toe.  "Night Daddy."

   "Goodnight Sammie." He smiled at me.

   I flopped on my bed, wondering what my dad would really do if a girl
like me started talking to him.  Well, who was I fooling?  I was wondering
what he'd say if I started talking to him, and I wasn't his daughter, and
he didn't know me at all.  What would I say to him, what would he say back?
I couldn't even imagine it, as much as I wanted to.  It was like trying to
step outside the world.

   That was the weird part.  When I was home, actually with my dad, I
wasn't that actress anymore.  I mean, I thought sometimes I could seduce
him or something.  I really wanted to, but only when I was working, only
when I was in that other place.  At home I couldn't think about it.  He
became my dad, like a normal dad, and I still loved him, I still wanted
him, but...I don't know, it's hard to explain.

   I was like two different people, well, obviously, but not just with
work, being a whore.  I was two different people with my dad too.  When I
was working, when we were apart, I wanted him.  I wanted to do things to
him, the things my mom would never have done.  I wanted to show him how
much I loved him in that way, the secret and forbidden way.

   At home I was his daughter though and I was his wife too, and I loved
him that way.  I cared for him, I protected him.  I cooked and cleaned and
nagged him and I was happiest then.  I had my little dreams of being his
wife sometimes, of sleeping in his big bed with my arm over his stomach,
listening to him snore softly.  But there wasn't any sex in it.  My mind
wouldn't go there, see?  It just wouldn't, and that was strange frustrating
experience that I didn't understand.



   =-=-=-=-

   "You let him touch you?" Debbie Skyler was saying, sounding suitably
shocked.

   "Uh-huh." Heather Corman was all smiles.  She had a real boyfriend and
she liked to give us all the details of her make-out sessions with the guy.

   I didn't mind school, but it was sort of boring.  I had a lot of
friends, no enemies or anything.  I was pretty popular, being both very
pretty and very smart.  I felt like a big sister usually, hanging out with
the other catholic schoolgirls at Our Lady of Lourdes.  I was just more
grown-up then they were, but I had a lot of patience because what else was
I going to do?  I was stuck with it.

   "Did you touch him too?" Jennifer asked.  She was my best friend and she
was pretty cool.  She was dying to lose her virginity and I kept trying to
protect her from getting hurt the way I'd been when I lost mine.

   "Yeah." Heather giggled.  "He was big too, like this..." She held her
hands about 6 inches apart.

   "Wow." I smiled at her.  "That's pretty big."

   "Yeah." She nodded.

   "You gonna do it with him?" Debbie looked around, lowering her voice
because we were in the middle of the cafeteria.  "You gonna let him put it
in you?"

   "Maybe." Heather wiggled her eyebrows.

   "I heard it hurts the first time." Jen said, and she glanced at me
because I'd been the one who told her.  But nobody else knew I'd had a lot
more sex than they did, it was our secret.

   "How old is he?" I asked.  Heather was just barely 15 and pretty cute,
with curly brown hair and a nice smile.  She looked like she wanted sex, or
at least she looked that way to me.  Like she was always wiggling and
couldn't sit still.

   "Almost 17 already." Heather smiled at me.  "He goes to Century." It was
the new public high school, built in 2000 so it got named that, instead of
after a dead politician.

   "Did he say he loves you yet?" I asked, not really wanting to sound
mean, but maybe it did.

   "He does love me!" Heather made a little face.

   "Okay." I shrugged.

   "I wish I had a boyfriend." Debbie sighed.

   Debbie was tall and skinny, with black hair and deep eyes.  She wasn't
really pretty, but if I had to guess, I'd bet that when she was like 18 or
19 maybe, she'd be the prettiest out of all of us.  She just needed more
time.  I'd grown up fast between the time I was 13 and 15, about 18 months
or so, and I was lucky that way I suppose.  But sometimes I wished I was
more like Debbie, still waiting, still wondering what I was going to look
like when I was older.

   "You'll get one." Heather said.  "And the first time you make-out with
him...Mmmm..." She giggled.  "It's great!"

   "You got birth control pills?" Jen asked.

   "No." Heather gave Jen sort of a blank look.

   "My mom got me some." Jen said.  "I had to see the doctor."

   "Why?" Debbie asked.

   "Why did I see the doctor?" Jen looked at her.

   "No, why do you take birth control pills?" Debbie made a face like Jen
was being dumb.

   "Cause my mom wants me too." Jen ny shrugged.

   "Your parents are weird anyway." I laughed.

   Jen was cute, a little shorter then me, with yellow blonde hair and
green eyes, round with a little baby fat on her hips and some nice little
boobs that seemed a little bigger every week.  She was growing and I liked
her a lot.

   "Yeah, no doubt." Jen nodded.  "It's like they want me to have sex or
something."

   "They just don't want you to get pregnant, that's all." I shrugged.

   "I heard if a guy doesn't shoot his stuff inside its okay." Heather
said.

   "Yeah." Debbie nodded.

   "But then where does he do it?  In his hand or something?" Heather was
looking around.

   "Never heard of a Kleenex?" Jen laughed at her.

   "In your mouth." I said, not really thinking about it.

   "Ewww..." Debbie stared at me.

   "That's pretty gross." Heather giggled nervously.

   "Yeah." I nodded, rolling my eyes a little.  "It makes your boobs big
though."

   "Really?" Debbie looked at my breasts, which were pretty big.  They'd
started growing and I'd almost started worrying that they'd never stop.

   "Look at me." I laughed, teasing them.

   "No way!" Heather stared at me.  "You didn't do...that!  Did you?"

   I didn't say anything, I just smiled and sipped my chocolate milk out of
the straw.

   "She didn't, did she?" Heather looked at Jen and she didn't say anything
either.

   "No." Heather looked at Debbie and they were both shaking their heads at
each other.  "Sammie never did that stuff."

   That was one of the advantages of looking like an angel; people had a
hard time believing I could be a little devil when I wanted to be.  But
sitting there in my school uniform probably made it hard to imagine me
letting a guy cum in my mouth.  Especially a big black guy, like Deke.  I
spent the rest of lunch pretending to listen to my friends, but mostly I
was just missing my boyfriend, even if he was a pimp.

   =-=-=-=-=-=-

   It was always weird getting into a stranger's car, like it went against
everything I'd ever been told by my dad and my teachers.  But I got into a
stranger's car all the time.  Sometimes it was a taxi, sometimes it was
Deke's car, but a lot of times it was just some guy from out of town
driving a rental.  Like today.

   Deke had told me the night before to look for a red Ford sedan and it
was right there at the curb.  I suppose there was always a chance I might
get in the wrong car by mistake, I mean if there'd been three red cars
parked there I might have been in trouble, but there was just the one.  I
had my book bag over my shoulder, wearing my plaid skirt and white blouse,
knee high socks and a blue blazer.  I looked like the dozens of other girls
laughing and talking as they came out of school.

   The passenger window rolled down as I walked up to it, bending over a
little and smiling.  This was always the scary part, but the fun part too,
because it was kind of like Christmas for me.  The guy knew what I looked
like, probably, since Deke had put my picture on his website, but I had no
idea what or who to expect.

   "Hi." I smiled and I was happy to see a handsome white guy sitting
there, dressed like they always were, in a suit and tie.

   "Hi, Samantha." He wasn't asking if it was me, "Hop in, I'll give you a
ride."

   "Great!" I nodded and opened the door, dropping my bag between my feet
as I sat down.

   "Do you have homework?" He asked me as we pulled away, and I kind of
looked at him.  "Just call me Daddy."

   "Oh, yeah Daddy." I nodded, knowing he just wanted us to play all night.
He'd paid for three hours, like 750 dollars just to be my Daddy.  "I have a
little, can you help me with it?"

   "Sure I can, Sam." He smiled and nodded and put his hand on my bare
knee, giving me a gentle squeeze.  "You look very nice today.  I love your
uniform."

   "Do you like it Daddy?" I frowned a little, looking down at my boobs. 
"It's getting kinda small for me though."

   I unbuttoned my blazer and my light colored nipples were already hard,
straining against the thin cotton of my shirt.  I never wore a bra, except
for gym class.

   "See?" I pinched my left nipple hard because that always felt good.  "My
boobs keep getting bigger."

   "Mmm...They're perfect, baby." He took a long look at me before he
turned back to the road.  "What grade are you in now?"

   "Ninth." I told him, spreading my legs a little as he stroked inside my
thigh.  "Next year I want to be a cheerleader."

   "You'll be a good one." He smiled.  "I can tell."

   "I hope so." I nodded seriously.

   The man shifted in his seat a little as he kept eyeing my legs, he
definitely liked those and I liked the way his hand felt, very soft and
gentle.

   "Are you okay, Daddy?" I asked, looking at the tent in his trousers.  "I
that um...is that your penis thingy?"

   "Uh-huh." He chuckled softly.  "That's how much I love you, it just gets
hard every time I see you, Samantha."

   "Really?" I licked my lips.  "Is it hard right now?"

   "Uh-huh."

   "Can I...see it?" I asked him.

   "Don't you want to wait til we get home?"

   "Mmm, if you want to...but if you want, uh, I can play with it, Daddy."
I reached over, crossing his arm with mine so I could press my hand against
the hardness in his pants.  "I never saw a hard one before."

   "Just rub it a little." The man swallowed hard and his fingertips
brushed my panties.  "We're almost home.  I don't want to get in an
accident."

   I giggled at that and nodded.  Some guys wanted to start right away,
getting head in the car, but other guys got really nervous about having a
15 year old playing with their cocks in public.  That was understandable, I
guess.  I didn't mind either way.  He was a good looking man, about 45
maybe, with black hair and brown eyes.  A few wrinkles, but not bad, and he
looked healthy.  He'd be a good daddy, I decided, a real good daddy and I
wondered if he really had a daughter, or if this was all make believe for
him.

   Home turned out to be the Airport Radisson Hotel and it was nice.  I
hadn't been in that one before, but after a dozen or so they started to
look pretty much the same.  I dropped my book bag on the writing desk and
stood there smiling, looking around and waiting for him.

   "I want to fuck you right now." He said, the second he closed the door
and flipped the lock.

   "Oh Daddy." I giggled and started to take off my blazer but he stopped
me.

   "No, just like that, just bend over...fuck..." He wasn't getting
undressed either, he was just unzipping his pants and pulling out his cock,
a nice one, bigger than average too.

   "Hold on Daddy, let's do this first..." I reached into my book bag,
unzipping the inside pocket so I could get a condom out.  "...this is gonna
be really nice, Daddy...I can't wait to feel it..."

   I'd figured out that the more I talked, the more I said sexy stuff like
that, the less the guys complained about wearing a rubber.  They shouldn't
have been complaining at all really, I mean it was as much for them as it
was for me.  I'd been through health class and it had been sorta scary
learning about the things that could happen if you weren't careful. 
Pregnancy was a big deal too, of course, but I could probably deal with
that a lot easier than I could with HIV, you know?

   "Ohhh...Daddy, you're penis is so big..." I told him, rolling the condom
down his hot hard shaft.  It was bouncing by itself and he was going to cum
any second.

   As soon as it was on him I turned around, spreading my legs and bracing
myself for what I knew was coming.  He didn't even lift my skirt, he just
reached under it, pulling my panties to the side and rubbed his cockhead
around until he found the spot, my moist little hole...

   "Ohhh fuck yeah..." He groaned, stabbing his penis inside me hard.

   "Uhhhh..." I winced, feeling a bit of pain as his cock split my soft
walls.  I was a little wet, but not that much, and he was about 8 inches
long probably, and pretty big around.

   "Jesus, you're tight..." He pushed harder, determined to get all the way
inside me and then I felt his pubic hair tickling my flushed skin, his
tousers pressing against the back of my thighs.

   "Ohhh...Daddy...that feels good..." I lied, because it actually hurt a
little, but I knew it would start feeling good soon.

   "You like that Sammie?" The man nodded, breathing hard.  He was trying
to hold back.  "I've been waiting two weeks for
this...ughhh...appointment...uhmmm...with you..." he was fucking me slowly,
pulling back and thrusting hard.

   "Oh God yeah...fuck me Daddy...fuck me the way you fuck mommy..."I
begged him breathlessly, my body flushing hot with excitement.  I loved sex
a lot, just like this.

   "I am, baby...oh shit...I'm gonna cum already...fuck me...push it,
Sam...ride my cock..."

   I rocked my hips, gyrating my ass in small tight circles around the
man's penis as it began to spasm inside me.  I could feel it jerking,
pressing against the tight muscles of my teenage cunt.  He was cumming
hard, a lot of sperm saved up just for me probably, shooting into the
condom that he wore.  I almost wished he wasn't wearing it.  I'd never
fucked anyone without a rubber except my first boyfriend and his friends,
the night they'd taken my virginity.  I didn't remember very much about how
it had felt when they'd cum though, mostly all I could remember was pain.

   The man held me bent over for 3 or 4 minutes, until his orgasm was
finished and then he pulled out of me slowly.  I straightened my body,
stretching just a little and feeling all nice and warmed up.  It wasn't
great foreplay just getting fucked from the start, but it wasn't that bad
either.  I was pretty stoked for it now and I turned around, kneeling for
my newest daddy, and I took his rubber coated cock into my mouth.

   I could taste myself, the juices from my own sex, but that never
bothered me.  It was my body anyway and I liked myself just fine.  I'd
never tasted another girl, but I thought about it sometimes, mostly Debbie
actually, and I had maybe a little crush on her, but I didn't know why.  I
wasn't a lesbian or anything, I just found her sexy and I wondered what it
would be like to kiss her sometimes.  I never thought that way about any
other girls, not even Jen.

   "Oh, you're a nasty little girl, aren't you Samantha?" Daddy smiled down
at me, watching as I unrolled his condom into my mouth.  "Yeah, like that,
in your mouth...fuck...don't make a mess..."

   Some guy had wanted me to do that for him once, take off his rubber into
my mouth and suck on it, chew it like bubblegum so he could see me playing
with his sperm.  After I'd found out it wasn't all that much different from
letting the guy cum in my mouth I did for all of them and they all liked
it. Men were pretty weird sometimes.

   "You taste good, Daddy..." I smiled up at him, his limp spermy rubber
laying on my tongue while I stroked his semi-hard cock.

   "You like Daddy's cum, baby?" He played with my hair and I nodded.  "You
want more?"

   "Mmmm, yeah..." I pinched the condom with my fingers, pulling out
between my tight lips as I sucked the opening.

   "Suck my cock now...go on..."

   I dropped the condom on the carpet and smiled up at him, licking my lips
before taking his penis into my mouth.  I sucked him slowly, working 3 or 4
inches of the man in and out between my stretched lips while I played with
his balls, pulling them free of his suit pants.  We were both still fully
dressed, which was kind of odd.  Usually these guys couldn't wait to get
naked with me, but I didn't mind.  It felt sexy wearing my uniform like
that.

   "Can you take more, Samantha?" The man asked and I started going deeper,
resisting the little gag reflex as his cockhead hit the back of my mouth.
"Can you throat me, baby...can you take all of it?"

   "Mmmphh-hmmppp..." I gave a tiny nod and worked my throat, swallowing
and pushing my face forward so his big smooth head caught me and slipped
inside my throat, stretching me with just a little discomfort.  I took all
of him, holding him for a second and then pulling all the way off, my face
red as I gasped for air.

   "Jesus..." He had his mouth open, his tongue playing across his bottom
lip.  "Do it again, Sam...That was good..."

   "Okay, Daddy." I nodded with a little smile, going back to deep throat
him again.  It probably wasn't something he got from his wife at home.

   I sucked the man for 15 minutes probably, until my jaw started aching
and my throat got a little tender.  I didn't deep throat him all that much
anyway though, since he was kinda big.  Most guys were easy, but bigger was
harder and I wasn't all that big myself, really.

   "Yeah suck...here...I wanna fuck you face..." He held my head still and
just started fucking my mouth, pushing with his hips until his cockhead
touched the back of my mouth and then pulling back to do it again.  They
weren't really long strokes or anything, and it wasn't too bad, so long as
I could catch my breath, that was the hard part and after about

   He was coming soon after he started, flooding my mouth with sperm and
making me choke on it as he kept fucking my mouth hard.  I pressed my hands
to his thighs, fighting to breathe as I choked up sperm and spit around his
penis.  It ran out of my mouth, down my chin and dripped in long stringy
strands to stain my blazer and skirt.

   "Oh shit...that was good..." He blinked several times and looked at me.
"I'm sorry, Samantha...oh Jesus, that was good...sorry, baby..."

   I just nodded, wiping around my mouth and chin and cheeks with my
fingers as I tried to swallow what was left in my mouth.  I was hot all
over.  Flushed and sweating and my heart was beating fast.  It had been a
little rough, but not too bad, I was sort of used to it.  I think men
sometimes forgot that I was a real person, I mean like a girlfriend or a
wife might be.  I was an object for them, just something to help them get
off with.  But sometimes, other times when it felt really good for me, I
didn't think that at all.

   "Are you okay?" This man, my new Daddy, was a nice guy though.  He'd
just lost himself in the moment and he'd gone to the bathroom to get me a
washcloth, running it under the warm faucet and bringing it back.  I
reached for it, thanking him with my eyes, but he shook his head.

   "No, let me do it, Samantha." He just washed my face, as gently as my
real father had ever done.  He was slow and deliberate, and it was an
unexpected moment, tender and generous and you have no idea what a little
thing like that meant for me.

   "Thank you, Daddy." I smiled at him and he smiled back.

   "I think I need some time now." He'd already put his soft penis away. 
"Can we...Do you want to just lie down with me for a little bit?"

   "Uh, yeah." I shrugged.  "Ummm..." I wasn't sure if he wanted me to
undress yet or not, but he was just getting on the bed, having only removed
his suit coat sometime before.

   I took off my blazer, and kicked off my shoes, climbing onto the bed to
join him.  I snuggled up next to him, the way any girl would with her
father, and he cradled me in his arm with my cheek against his chest.

   "Why do you do this?" He asked me quietly.

   "What?" I asked, glancing up at him.  "The escort thing?"

   "Yeah." He nodded.

   "I don't know." I sighed softly.

   "Is it the sex?" He seemed genuinely interested and that was a first.

   "Sometimes..." I said, but a few seconds later I was shaking my head. 
"No, I like it, but...no..."

   "Do you need money?" He was looking at me and I almost thought he was
going to offer me some if I did.

   "No." I giggled, moving my hand over his flat stomach.

   "I have a daughter." He said.  "Three boys, but just one girl."

   "How old is she?" I asked him.

   "She's 27 now." He nodded.  "In the army."

   "The army?" I smiled.  "Why?"

   "I don't know." He chuckled and kissed the top of my head.  "She's a
captain."

   "Oh." I slid my left leg over his left thigh.

   "She's not in Iraq or anything, she's at the Pentagon." He told me.  "I
always loved her.  I always wanted to..." He stopped and I looked up at his
face.

   "What?"

   "...I love her more than I love her mother, I think." He seemed to think
about that.  "I would have married her, if I could.  Had children with
her." He laughed at himself.  "I love her."

   "Did you ever tell her that?" I asked him.

   "Hmmm...oh no.  No..." He made a little face.  "That's..." He sighed. 
"...We can't do that, can we?  It's not allowed.  I just...I gave her
everything.  I still do.  I just dream about her."

   "I love my dad like that." I said softly.

   "You do?"

   "Yeah.  That's...I don't know, maybe why I do this?" I giggled
nervously. "Does that make sense?"

   "A little, sure." The man nodded.  "Do you like calling me Daddy?"

   "Yeah." I smiled at him.  "I do."

   "Can I call you Vicky?"

   "Yeah, Daddy..." I moved up so I could kiss him on the lips.  "I'll be
your Vicky."

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