Like an oasis in a desert, my illicit ideas lured me, called to me, I needed to quench the thirst for money and I was swiftly learning how. The first step was to get Irene protected from tadpoles. She and I made Brian and Todd use rubbers most of the time but I was thinking men would pay more if they could fuck a girl with a naked boner, my father sure as hell enjoyed me that way. I approached her, "Hey, my mom knows a lady gynecologist, if we ask her, maybe she could get her friend to prescribe you the Pill, she did for me."
Irene knew I was on birth control so she wasn't surprised, "I don't think I want the pill; I might forget one sometimes, or maybe my mom would find them. She's not like your mother, mine would royally flip out if she found out I screw around."
"There are other options, I'll call mom."
Eight days later Irene was bubbling happily because she had an IUD lodged in her uterus. She was reluctant at first to go all the way with sex, but Irene gave in and let our boyfriends cum in her. She was nervous but needed to know she was truly protected. I gave her a month to get used to the idea of sex without latex protection, that the IUD worked. During that month Brian and Todd were loving life because Irene let them screw her to the end. After leaking cum like a sieve for a month she learned to trust the birth control, I started working on my real goal. I lied to Irene, "Hey, you know what, I think my dad is paying women to screw him."
"What? He's seeing whores?"
"Yeah, only I don't think they are stereotypical whores, he doesn't go out looking for them on the street, he makes calls then meets them somewhere. They're like call-girls or escorts."
"How do you know?"
"First off, I use his checkbook to pay bills, that's part of my allowance, the house budget. I started noticing checks written to 'Cindi' and 'Steff' and a couple of other girl names. I asked him about them but he blew me off with, 'Don't worry about it, they're business partners.' My dad lied to me because he doesn't have a business partner, just employees. After I asked him, the checks became 'Cash', he was getting cash for them. I also track his credit cards and noticed that the card he keeps normally keeps at zero balance for emergencies, was being used for the Hilton Inn close to where his shop is. I checked the dates on the credit card for the hotel and they are the same as the checks he is writing. I'm convinced my dad is paying to get screwed or sucked."
Irene sat back in her chair and looked at me for a few moments, processing what I said, "Are you sure, maybe your skills as a detective are faulty."
"No, I'm pretty sure, my dad is doing pay for lay. It looks like he's spending between 150 and 200 dollars every couple of weeks now. I thought he had a girlfriend, but maybe buying a piece of ass is more convenient."
"That's a lot of money."
'Yeah, too bad we aren't getting it."
"Huh, what do you mean?"
Now was the time: "I mean you and me screw our asses off with Todd and Brian for free. What the hell would they do if we told them they had to pay up?"
"We get ten bucks for blowing them," she reminded me.
Yeah, right, we did, which meant Irene probably wasn't going to be too put off by my proposal, "What if we could get ten times that much for blowing some guy? Would that interest you?"
Irene's eyes focused laser-sharp on mine, "What the fuck are you proposing, that we become whores?"
"Hey, it's not like unusual or something, girls and women have been putting out for bennies since they figured out men with hard-ons will do almost anything to stick it in. Using our pussies to earn money would be less chancy than robbing a bank. I don't think I'd have a problem letting some guy screw me for ten minutes if I got a hundred dollars for doing it. I'm betting some of dad's friends would pay to have a shot at me. Or you. Or both of us."
Irene stared at me speechless for a few seconds, her mouth hung open in shock, she took a deep breath, "You're talking about crawling into bed with guys our fathers' age, how would that be, I mean how many men in their forties would even want to screw us?"
She didn't reject the trend of my comments; encouraged, I kept at her, "Come on Irene, you aren't dumb, if some guy is walking along and sees you walking beside your mother, who the hell do you think he's looking at, fantasizing about? Unless he's like blind, he's mind fucking you." I didn't want to push my friend too hard so I ended the conversation, "Think about it, I have to go home." That she didn't outright reject my ideas I knew I had planted the seed. She would be thinking about what I said, of that I was sure.
My phone rang at 11:46 that night, "Do you really think someone would hand over a hundred dollars for a quickie? Could you do that with a stranger?"
Bait taken! "Yeah, that's the same as I get for a month's allowance. If I could get that for a few minutes, why not?" I didn't tell Irene I was getting more than that once in a while when my dad fucked me. I had monumentally lied to her; he wasn't fucking escorts; he was paying me for the privilege of unloading his balls for him. The only difference was, I spent entire nights with him, he was getting laid or sucked two, maybe three times for the same as another girl would get for one fuck. But I didn't feel cheated, I like fucking my father. I told her, "If we did some sucking and fucking, we could ask for more and get it, I'm sure."
"But old guys, like your father? What would it be like?"
She was almost convinced, "Look, Irene, think of it this way, if you are on your back looking at his face, you won't be counting pimples because you're bored."
She snuffled a laugh then answered, "Yeah Brian's keep moving around on his forehead, and sometimes I do look at them." Irene paused, I heard her breathe a sigh, "Do you think your dad would do that, with me instead of a girl he doesn't know?"
Yes! I set the hook and started to reel her in, my heart was tripping when I said "Come over Friday night, let's find out."
She asked me one more question, "Liv if I got paid money to go to bed with him, what about you? Would you do that too, with him?"
"What the fuck girl, he's my dad!"
"Well, if it's only money, why would that matter? I mean, what if he would pay to fuck his daughter, you're pretty hot, he might be thinking like that?"
"Irene, are you some kind of strange bitch? I'm thinking about you and him, not me and him, or does thinking about screwing your dad turn you on, do you think I should feel like that too?"
"My dad is a total fucking loser, not like yours; your dad looks like he could fuck a girl pretty good. Think he could do two at once?"
The fucking bitch hadn't even started screwing for money and she was already pressing me to screw him too. What the hell had I started? It wasn't time to reveal my secrets so I sidestepped her question, "He has friends."
"Dad, can we talk?"
"Sure sweetheart, what's on your mind?"
"Well, you know how I get extra allowance once in a while, when we have sex, I mean."
He looked at me, not sure where I was going with the question, "Ah, what is it Liv, are you looking for another raise?"
I paused momentarily, I didn't mean to make my question sound like a plea for more money, "Oh no dad, not at all. I'm really happy with everything right now. It's something else."
Relieved that I wasn't going to try to wheedle more payment from him, he asked, "What do you want then?"
"You know that Irene has that part-time job at the auto parts store, she hates it. She hates all the fucking customers who come in and hit on her when they are buying batteries or something. She says most of them are ugly, dirty, greasy, and smell like beer. She wants another job."
"And what can I do about it, do you think I could put her to work in my office part-time?"
What I was about to say was even harder than when I was talking Irene into becoming a lay for pay, I took a breath then leaped into turbulent waters, "I was talking to Irene and I told her you might be able to help her earn some money, the same way I do."
My father snapped his head up and stared into my eyes forever, his brows furrowed, he wasn't smiling, "Liv, did you just ask me to take your friend to bed, that she would have sex with me for money?" His eyes grew alarmed, "Did you tell her what we are doing?"
My heart was thudding harder than the first time I let dad screw me, "No! I don't tell anybody, but, uh, yeah, she needs more money and I thought ----"