I try to give Brooke some space about her friends. I try to be the ‘normal’ dad as much as I can, knowing what I know about people and doing what I do for a living. Seeing the lowest of the low, the scumbags that walk day in and day out, side by side with regular everyday citizens, warps one’s perception of the world and everyone in it. For me, it is a battle not to run checks on every person Brooke comes into contact with. I give her room. I don’t automatically search them, but the second they give me a reason to, I am all over it.
Girls. They seem to change their friends like they do their damn panties. Madyson is Brooke’s “bestie,” as she says. I don’t give a fuck what she is called. I want to know what her story is. Hell, I want to know her whole family’s story, every last one of them.
Why is she living with her sister? Why were the girls at the party last night? Does she get good grades? Thousands of questions race through my mind concerning this girl and her influence on my daughter.
Walking into After Midnight, I am glad for the early afternoon quiet. Brooke is not happy about being grounded, to say the least. In turn, this means a lot of stomping, screaming, and all out noise around my house to show her displeasure.
“Thought I’d find you here,” a female voice purrs from behind me.
Turning around, I am faced with Tonya, Tammy, Tanya, something close to that. She is a barfly I have hooked up with a few times. She hasn’t been around lately, though.
“Well, you got me. Now, what’re you gonna do with me?” I ask with a wink.
She makes her way over to me and then trails her fingers seductively down my cut and lower. “I’m down for anything, Ice,” she whispers, licking her lips as she cups my dick through my jeans.
Tanya, or whatever her name is, rolls up on to her toes to lick at my neck. I take a glance at my watch. Although someone could walk in, even if it is too early for the club to open, I should have enough time for a quick fuck before most people start arriving.
“Then go down,” I command.
Without a word, Tanya drops to her knees before she unsnaps and unzips my jeans without hesitation. Her soft hands grip my semi-hard cock and stroke gently, stirring it to life.
Tanya is a curvy girl, with an amazing hourglass figure. Her tits are far more than a mouthful or handful. Her ass is made for slapping, her legs tone like a dancer’s with thighs made to grip. Her long, dark hair flows down her back in waves.
All thoughts escape me as her velvet soft tongue runs up the length of my shaft. When her lips wrap around my now painfully hard dick, I grab her head and pull her to me, forcing my cock deep down her throat. She freezes, getting her gag reflex under control, before she starts sucking hard, hollowing out her cheeks.
“That’s right, take it,” I growl.
She keeps sucking then dragging her teeth gently across my now fully throbbing erection as she pulls her head back. Her tongue swirls around the head before she engulfs me yet again, her lips sliding down the length. Her head bobs up and down in a steady pace as she continues to lick, suck, and stroke me.
Cupping my balls, she squeezes them, and my body goes tight as I hold her head still and shoot my come down her throat. When I feel her struggle to swallow, I release her head and pull out. My seed spills out of the corner of her mouth, and she reaches up to wipe it as the last drops fall from my cock, shamelessly onto her shirt.
Stuffing myself back into my jeans, I am about to walk away when her tiny hand reaches up to grab my wrist.
“What?” I bark out. It should be obvious I am done with her. With our history, she should know I don’t coddle. I don’t cuddle, and I damn sure don’t hold conversations. Right now, I don’t have time, so I won’t be fucking her. Why is she still here, much less trying to talk to me? “I’m done, Tammy. Got shit to do, so you can go.”
Rising from her knees, my cum still on her shirt, her eyes plead with me, although for what exactly, I am unsure. “I need a job. And my name is Tally.”
“We fucked a handful of times before, and you’re a good piece of ass. You suck cock like a damn pro. If I hire you, I can’t fuck you.”
“I need a job, Ice.”
“So you thought you’d get down on your knees or on your back? There is a job title for that, and it’s not a stripper. Get the fuck outta here and don’t come back.”