I blushed, but told him bluntly, "You know, fucks for bucks."
"I only have so much spare cash Liv, and only so much stamina, you know that, so what are you getting at?"
"How much cash and stamina do some of your friends have?"
My father is not slow, he stopped breathing, stared at me for ten endless seconds, then blew out his breath, "You want to screw other men; for money?"
It was out, I said it; The Plan I had made weeks earlier was coming together, I didn't deny him, I didn't hedge, "Would you set it up, can you get me a date?" Dad didn't say a word, he got up then walked out of the room. I didn't see him again until dinner that evening.
After I loaded the dishwasher and dad put the leftovers in the fridge he said, "Let's talk girl, you gave me a lot to think about today and I need to have a serious conversation with you."
Crap! My father had come to his senses, I knew he was about to try to talk me out of my wild-assed ideas, "Okay, I have to pee first."
I sat on the sofa facing him in the recliner. The TV was on but I couldn't tell you what program. Dad sipped a beer then started, "You know that my shop does business with people from all over the country, some even from overseas?"
I wasn't expecting to talk about his work, "Yeah, I help keep the books, so?"
"I get visitors from all around the world, they come to the shop, we do business then they leave. Sometimes men, and even women, are in town for a week or more while we work together. Of the many things we do, of the many questions they have, a lot of them are about what to do or where to go when they aren't working. I send people to restaurants, theaters, parks, and the zoo."
"Okay, I know that. What are you saying?"
"What I am saying is, there are a few requests you don't know about, like where can a guy find some company for an evening. I have a list of women who have asked me to give their phone numbers to a client."
"You're a pimp!?"
He chuckled, "No, I don't pimp. I pass out phone numbers for friends who work evening hours. Right now, I have numbers for four ladies and one gay guy. They show their appreciation by dropping by once in a while and slipping me a dollar or two. Two even offered their services, but I don't want to take advantage of them that way."
"You turned down a piece of ass?" He nodded and smiled, "Why?" I wanted to know.
I colored with modesty when he explained, "Well, you and your friend do keep me pretty busy lately." Dad took another drink from the can then set it aside, "Liv, how would you and Irene like to come to work for me, in the office, as office assistants?"
"We have school."
"I mean part-time, evenings and Saturdays. You could learn more about my business and Irene would get out of the Auto Parts store."
"What would we do?"
"Same as you are now. Keep the books, answer the phones, manage payroll, scan and log documents into the computer, and answer some out-of-town questions. You could even learn to set up and use the 3D printers for product models. I've been thinking of hiring someone full-time, but the two of you working part-time would be perfect." My father squared himself in the chair, leaned forward a little, put his elbows on his knees then looked me in the eyes, "And it would set you up to earn money in the way you proposed this morning."
"Huh, what are you getting at?"
"I mean Liv, if you want to earn extra cash, then working out of my shop would be the ideal situation. If someone asks me, you, or Irene about indiscrete activities, you could make a choice. One of you could take care of business, or give them the number of my other contacts; the decision would be yours. Many of those men are well-heeled, they have more money than their wives can spend; you could be picky, and still, pick up some extra money."
I leaned back on the sofa and stared at my father. He had accepted that I wanted to sell my body, and even offered me a way to move into whoring with minimal risk. I could pick and choose who I would suck and fuck. While I was thinking about what he said, my womb swelled with instant lust, I stood and offered him a hand, "Dad, you don't need any money tonight." I took him to bed and almost ruined his balls. Almost.
Irene didn't hesitate. No sooner had I offered her the opportunity to work part-time in my dad's office, and part-time with spread legs, she readily agreed. She and I sat with my father and worked up a work schedule that gave us after-school hours and all-day Saturdays. The shop wasn't open on Sundays. That same night Brian and Todd wanted to party with us but we turned them down, we girls knew we had outgrown them and broke off completely. The boys were devastated but me and Irene celebrated our future with some cunt fingering in her bed.
I was nervous as hell the first time a customer hinted he was looking for companionship away from home. I didn't know how to offer him my assistance and was ready to pass on one of the phone numbers when my father intervened. He was talking to the man, "I heard the question, I have a suggestion if you don't mind." Dad proposed, "Mr. Sanigan, this young woman can help you enjoy your stay if you wish." The man looked at me, smiled, and nodded. The next morning the fourth erection I ever touched was on its way back to India thoroughly relaxed, and I was $350 richer.
Irene and I didn't take every date that came to the shop, but enough to keep us in spending money, with plenty extra for savings. Over the next few months, I fucked my father and fourteen other men. Dad finally got a steady girlfriend and stopped screwing me and Irene, but we kept busy; sometimes we worked as a team with two or more customers. Irene and I did some internet searching and found a couple of sites that offered instructions on how to earn money with our bodies. We had to pay for the online lessons but became even more accomplished with intimacies. We always took care of the guys from Japan that came to dad's shop, they were the horniest and didn't have limits on how much money they would drop in one or two nights. Sometimes I wondered how my father felt about me becoming a working girl, so I asked him, "Dad, is it okay with you that I work on my back or knees?"
He looked at me over his morning coffee, "Are you keeping good grades in school, will you graduate on time?"
I didn't know what that had to do with how I earned money but I assured him, "My grade average is 3.93 (A-), I never skip school or fake my homework or anything."
"That's what is important to me Liv, how you do in school, the kind of education you get. Right now, you are fucking for money, but someday it would make me truly happy to see you graduate from college and maybe become my business partner, you would earn good money legally and the respect of everyone who knows you, it's a job you won't have to keep secret." I was so satisfied with my father I took him to bed then laid on my stomach while he fucked me. I didn't have an orgasm, I didn't need an orgasm, I just laid there and offered him as much love as he could handle.
My mother had no idea what I was doing at my father's business, she just knew me and Irene worked for him. When we were together, we talked about my life, school, and friends. Once in a while, she would cautiously ask questions about my dad, how he was living without her. I told her he had a girlfriend and seemed happy. Mr. Logan (I couldn't get myself to call him 'dad', or by his first name) was still sexy as hell and I often wondered how happy he kept my mother. A couple of times I thought about trying to seduce him but didn't want to screw up my relationship with him and mom.
One day I was sitting in their front room when mom went to the kitchen, Mr. Logan lowered his voice to a privacy level and said, "Liv, I make a very good living by observing people, watching their mannerisms, listening to them talk, anticipating their motives and needs; I excel at understanding body language and non-verbal communication. I notice how they dress, use accessories, the jewelry they wear, all that tells me who I am talking to, it's how I do my job. I read people, that's how I succeed in my profession. I've been watching you over the last few months and you've changed, become more of a woman, more secure and confident. What is going on, what are you doing or learning?"
I felt myself blanch, he could see me into my head, my life? "Uh, nothing, maybe it's that I'll graduate high school in two weeks, and I've been accepted to the University, that's like a major life milestone."
He grinned marginally and conceded, "Yeah, maybe that's it."
Twenty minutes later I said goodbye to mom and her husband. Just as I was getting into my car Mr. Logan, my step-father, came out of the house and caught my attention. I opened the window as he approached, he bent down, crossed his arms on the door, looked me in the eyes, and asked, "Liv, what will $500 get me?"
I looked right back at him knew that he had read me right, and said candidly, "Satisfaction."