“No, just fucking one.” She shrugged and his eyes immediately gravitated to her tits where the tops of her smooth firm globes, bounced teasingly. “But, hey you’re right dad, its only sex.”
“I’m right?” His eyes narrowed. “You never say I’m right about anything, but you will about this?”
“Because you are right. You work hard and you’re a good looking guy and you should get to have your fun.”
She gave him a genuine big Cassie smile, the one that he’d always loved to see when he made her happy. The fact she’d complimented him made him want to smile, but the idea his daughter saying he was good looking gave him a thrill was lame enough to keep him from doing it.
“You deserve it, dad. Hard working guys like you need to relax and enjoy some attention.”
Darren frowned at the way she’d say that. Those words weren’t the way a girl her age would think. It also sounded like a variation of what all the hot young escorts put in their ads. Was she still busting his chops?
“I was just surprised how young she was.” Cassie went on. “I know guys your age like young girls, but I thought you’d at least find one in her twenties. You don’t think I’m a woman, but you think they are.”
“You’re my little girl.” He told her. “Always will be so I’m sorry if I don’t see you like I see a girl like Lindsay.”
“That’s sweet, sort of.” Cassie giggled. “You’re my little girl and I’d never think of you like a whore.”
“Cassie!”
“Just kidding. I get it dad. Like I said her age kind of surprised me and that you’d do it here.”
“You weren’t supposed to be home.” He walked over to the couch, but kept his body partially turned so she couldn’t see what he was holding behind his back. “Why are you home?”
“He was supposed to have the place to himself but his roommate ended up coming home early from a trip.”
“He?” Darren had made to the couch and was hoping she’d turn around or look away so he could shove the dress behind the cushion, but after that comment the dress wasn’t the most important thing in his mind anymore. “What do you mean he?”
“I was going to spend the night with Rob.”
“Rob?” Darren frowned. “Never heard you mention him and you lied, you said a friend’s house.”
“He is a friend.” She laughed. “I just left out the benefits part.”
“What? You’re fooling around with a guy who isn’t even your boyfriend?”
“I have no time for a boyfriend. Besides why should I just be with one guy? I want to have fun, not be locked in.”
“Cassie!” Darren exclaimed. “That’s…” That’s what? A double standard because he’d just paid a girl not much older than her to fuck him and he had no moral judgments on her. “That’s wrong,” He tried. “You should be with someone you care about.”
“All I care about is a good time.” Cassie told him. “I’m careful, dad. I don’t go with guys I’ve just met.” She giggled. “Except once, and he was really…”
“Stop talking!” He snapped. “I know you’re a woman now and you’re a very pretty girl and,” Hot as hell he wished he could say, but kept it fatherly. “But you shouldn’t be sleeping around. You know how guys talk about girls who are easy.”
“Who said I was easy?” Cassie demanded, her dark eyes flashing.
“Well if you’re fooling around with guys you don’t care about what is it?”
“I’m not easy and I’m not cheap.” She paused, then giggled as if she’d said something funny.
“Guys will see it that way.”
“Who cares what they see or think? If I have a good time that’s all that matters. Besides, dad, it’s like you told me just now.”
“What was that?” He asked warily, feeling as if she’d just set him up for something.
His feeling was confirmed when she flashed him a huge smile. “It’s only sex, daddy!”
“Don’t throw that back at me!” He pointed to her. “I’m a goddamn adult and I…”
“You’re a man and that’s the difference, isn’t it?” This time the flash of anger went past her eyes and showed in a scowl. “Its okay for guys to stick their dick in anything that moves, but if a girl does that? She’s a slut.”
“I never said that.”
“No, you said easy. But I guess you don’t like easy because easy is free and you like to pay for it.” She shook her head at him. “So its not okay to be a slut, but being a whore is okay?”
“This conversation is over.” He took a chance and dropped the dress behind the couch and crossed his arms over his chest. “I admitted what I did and I’m not saying its right, but its right for me and that’s all that counts.”
“And what I do is right for me.” She mocked him by crossing her arms, mimicking his pose.
Darren could deal with it however; as the move pushed her breasts up even higher in the already low cut dress. Here he was arguing with her, and putting up with her attitude because all he could think of was how damn sexy she was.
That and he’d love to make her pay for that attitude by giving her a damn hard fucking none of her little friends with benefits could even imagine. Like the fucking he’d just given Lindsay, but something told him that if he ever got his hands on his daughter, he would be even nastier because the little brat pissed him off to no end.
As if she’d heard that last thought and sought to prove him right, Cassie dropped her arms from across her chest and walked past him, heading for the hallway.
“Where do you think you’re going?” He should let her go because the conversation wasn’t getting anywhere, but it was the fact she did this all the time, just stormed off on him when she didn’t like what he was saying.
“I’m going to go shower Rob off me and go to bed.”
“Cassie, that’s crude!” He gasped while forcing himself not to envision her in the shower.
“I am crude, its goes along with easy.” Cassie stopped when she stepped off the carpet of the living room and onto the hardwood floor of the hallway.
“I never said you were…”
“And I know; no heels on your expensive floor.” Putting her hand against the wall, she bent her left leg at the knee, slipping off her heel, and then repeated the action with the other leg.
“It’s tongue in groove, honey!” She laughed repeating what he’d told her countless times since he’d had the floor redone last year. “Is that what you paid for tonight dad, a little tongue in groove?”
Darren knew he should tell her to get her ass back in front of him and ream her for talking to him like that. But her ass was the reason he couldn’t. Even leaning over just to slip her shoes off the hem of the mini dress rose enough to show him just a tease of her cheeks.
He admired the view, taking in her legs as well, the supple backs of her thighs and even her bare foot as she kept her right one up, rubbing it briefly. She dropped one of the shoes and when she bent over to pick it up he was treated with a good look at most of her ass, which was barely covered in the blue thong.
“Feel a little draft?” He cracked.
“What?” She straightened and looked over her shoulder.
“That dress, your ass is hanging out. I told you before I don’t like you dressing that way.”
She sighed, “My bad.”
“It is.” Even though he didn’t mind, he still needed to try and be a father despite his misplaced lust for her. Fact was part of why he didn’t want her dressing like that is it drove him crazy.
“I should have changed before I came home.” She smirked and putting her back to him strolled down the hallway, carrying her fuck me shoes and humming.
“Who said we were done talking?” He asked lamely as Cassie did what she always did, whatever she wanted.
“I did.” She called out without turning. “This way you can go hide your little friend’s thong or bra or whatever you were hiding behind your back.”
She entered the bathroom with a laugh, closing the door behind her.
Chapter Three
Darren waited until he heard the water running in the shower, then went into Cassie’s room.
“Thought girls were supposed to be neat.” He muttered, taking in the piles of clothes strewn about the room along with books, DVDs and at least two dozen stuffed animals Cassie refused to part with despite being a self-proclaimed adult.
Her bed wasn’t made and there was a collection of empty plastic water bottles lined up on her nightstand and some falling out of her over flowing wastepaper basket. The only neat thing in the room was the section of her desk where her lap top sat with a stack of her text books and a neat row of pens, and notepads.
He went into her closet, hanging the dress up with the other dozen or so similar ones in an array of colors. Over the dresses was a shelf containing Cassie’s shoes. Like her desk, the shoes were neat and rather than get out of her room quickly, he stared at them.
Like the dresses, the shoes were in an assortment of colors and unlike the more sensible shoes and sneakers lined up on the floor under the dresses, these shoes were her ‘work shoes as she referred to them because she wore them the nights she served drinks at the restaurant in the cocktail area.