The jacket didn’t go much past her upper thigh and her legs were long and shapely. She confirmed the fact she knew he was there, by lifting the jacket high enough to show off the stockings were thigh highs and give him a quick look at her ass in the black lace boy shorts.
Darren decided to play along and hissed in a low whisper. “Get your ass in here right now, young lady!”
She stiffened for a moment and cocked her head, and Darren hoped he hadn’t done anything to put her off. He heard voices and seeing people coming around the corner of the hallway, ducked back into the room behind the door.
He heard footsteps and she quickly walked past him, her head turned toward the bed. He caught a whiff of her perfume as she passed and felt his cock twitch as he closed the door behind him. She flinched at the sound of the door closing and he quickly spoke up, when he realized it might have looked like he was trying to sneak up on her.
“Sorry to duck in like that, but didn’t want anyone to see me. You know how it is.”
She nodded her head slowly and Darren frowned. Her body language told him she was nervous and that was the one thing she didn’t sound the other night. Had she been acting?
“I brought some wine if you want a glass first and your money’s on the nightstand.” He remained where he was not wanting to startle her. But his erection was beginning to fade, something seemed off.
“So,” he tried to sound casual. “Its pretty warm in here, why don’t you take off that jacket? That way I can see what my misbehaving daughter is wearing tonight that’s going to get her in trouble.”
She didn’t move right away and his stomach sinking, Darren started to ask her what was wrong, but her arms moved and he saw the ties to the jacket fall to the side. Keeping her back to him, she let the jacket fall to the floor.
His smile returned as he checked out her amazing ass in the transparent lace and the strap of the bra like top the only thing other than her hair covering her back.
“You’re walking around the house like that? You really are a cock tease aren’t you?” He got back into character. “Look at you, you can’t even turn around and face me can you?”
She shook her head and he heard a soft whimper that sent a thrill through him. Everything was fine; she was just starting off right from the gate.
“Don’t try that whining shit on me, little girl. It’s not going to work tonight. Now turn your ass around and look at your father when he talks to you.”
Her shoulders slumped in a realistic display of resignation and she slowly turned to face him, her head down, her hair obscuring her face. The front was even better than the back. Her tits pushed up in the blue black top and the shorts just a patch of black lace between her thighs.
Darren stepped closer, noticing that even in the heels she was a good six inches shorter than him. She was petite and he could already imagine the way he could manhandle her around the bed.
“Stop hiding behind your hair like a little girl and look up at me.” He paused for effect. “Now!”
There was another whimper, and pushing her hair from her face, she lifted her head to look at him, whispering, “Sorry, daddy.”
Darren’s eyes widened and his stomach felt as if someone had kicked him in it.
It was Cassie.
Chapter Seven
“Cassie!” Darren gasped, trying to get his mind around what this meant. “You… you’re a…” He couldn’t say it and instead yelled. “Sorry, daddy? That all you got to say?”
“What else can I say?” Cassie shrugged.
“First off, put that goddamn coat back on! You knew it was me as soon as I said something! You should have never taken it off!”
“You told me too.” Cassie squatted down to pick up the coat which put her face level with his crotch and he quickly stepped back from her before that twisted part of his mind that had led them to this moment reacted to her position.
“You look happy to see your little girl, daddy.” She replied her eyes directly on his crotch.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” He demanded. “We talked about this the other night; you don’t look at me like that!”
“You looked at me like that.” Cassie rose with the coat in her hand, but didn’t put it on. “You even jerked off to my pictures.”
“I didn’t know it was you.” He pointed to her. “And don’t you dare turn this around on me. My god, Cassie, you’re a goddamn hooker?”
She nodded. “I am. I’m one of those girls you pay for sex and don’t judge because you like fucking them. But I bet it’s different for me, isn’t it?”
“Damn straight it is! Those girls need money! You live with me and you have a job and…” he caught himself when it hit him. “You don’t have a job, do you?”
“I quit three months ago when I started doing this.”
“You just woke up one day and said I want to be a whore?”
“A girl I worked with told me she was quitting to be an escort. I met up with her a few weeks later and asked her about it. She said its easy money and it can be fun too.”
“You’ve been lying to me. Even about the guys. You have all those condoms for your new job and those outfits too.”
“I said they were costumes I wore to parties.” She giggled. “Private parties.”
“There’s nothing funny about this!” He couldn’t believe she was joking. Forget that, he couldn’t believe this whole fucked up mess was happening.
To his dismay, the smirk appeared. “You’re slipping councilor. You saw those outfits and I bet you snooped in the other bag and saw my sexy nighties, then the condoms. I can’t believe you didn’t figure it out.”
Darren closed his eyes and took a deep breath. She was right, how didn’t he make the connection? He recalled that night thinking there was something he was missing, and this was it. It just didn’t seem obvious to him because what father would ever want to think that about his daughter?
“You’re not even ashamed of what you do or that I caught you. Not ashamed of standing in front of me in slutty lingerie.” He gestured towards the jacket. “Put the damn coat on”.
“Why? I’m wearing what you requested. Why not enjoy the view?”
“Cassie, put that fucking jacket on right now!”
“You have nerve yelling at me.” To his disbelief, she tossed the jacket back on the floor. “You’re the one prowling personals for hookers.”
“And like I said the other night, I’m…”
“Hookers you want to be me.” Cassie crossed her arms over her chest and lifted her chin, challenging him with her stare. “Are you ashamed your daughter knows you want to fuck her?”
Her words hit him like a punch and his anger faded as he realized Cassie wasn’t the only one caught doing something wrong.