Bait and Strip

My daughter had a friend over, and they called me in there while they were changing.

I looked away, “Put some clothes on,” but Jennifer was already buttoning up an old blouse.

She followed me back out to the living room, but she stopped halfway up her buttons, so I could still see her bra sticking out the top.

“I just wanted your help with something.” I sat down, but she leaned over to brush my arms with her fingertips, then scratched them down to my wrists.

“What’s that?” I picked up the remote, and tried to look around the borrowed skirt.

“How do I look?” She stood up, and struck a pose, but then she started pacing back, and forth. Right in front of the TV, I hadn’t found anything to watch, so I gave up. “I’ve been taking modeling classes.” She stopped, and turned on her heels.

She didn’t borrow those from my little girl, they wouldn’t fit, and the schoolgirl uniform didn’t either. She hadn’t put on the sweater, or the jacket, so when she turned back, the skirt was short, and swayed with her hips. She put one foot in front of the other.

“I’m probably going to have to work in a strip club, my daddy doesn’t have money for college, and my grades aren’t good enough for a scholarship. I don’t play any sports…”

But she’s a cheerleader, or at least she’s practicing for the cheer squad, when she’s a Junior. I seem to remember them mentioning something about that, but she’s only 15. I had to remind myself, and my daughter quit that school last year. It was a junior high, and she passed.

“Daddy,” she leaned over again so the open top hung down, and I could see right down between her perky little tits.

I brushed her hand off, “Don’t call me that.”

She took the remote, and turned to the TV, so the skirt swished over her hips, and the tight teeshirt slipped up to show the small of her back. The perfect place to put a tramp stamp, if it wasn’t long enough to run into the little dimples.

“I’m going to put on some music.” She swayed her hips. “You’re single now, right John?”

I shook my head. “My name’s not John.”

“Just pretend,” well, I guess it’s better than daddy, but she put on MTV, or VH1. “Huh, I’m just going to practice, so you’d tell me if I was doing it write, or I got something wrong?” She turned at the hips to look over her shoulder. “Right John?” She unbuttoned the top button, and the white cotton was so tight, I could see the outline of the bra, so I just nodded.

Too bad it was some hip-hop song, but they weren’t playing Britney spears. She could twerk to it though, and the short skirt flipped up, to give me flashes of panties. “How long has it been, since you’ve been out to the strip club?”

“Uh, you’re doing fine.” She got closer and closer, with each hump, “Huh, in a couple more years, you’ll be 18, huh?”

“Yeah, but I can’t wait.” She sat down, and reached between my legs to pry my knees apart. Her hands must have been busy, while she was distracting me with her hips, but I glanced down the hall, and the lights were out.

My little girl, she must have finished changing into her night clothes, and gone to bed. “Huh, your dick is so hard.” She dropped the blouse, and reached up behind her back. “Can you help me?”

Turning back, I looked up from her bra cup, and she didn’t borrow that from my daughter, either. “Huh!” I just pushed her arm up, so she could reach the clasp. “You don’t have to twist my arm.”

The straps snapped, and a perky little breast bounced out, so it was domed on the bottom, and the nipple stuck up proud, and diagonal. Something was bothering me, until I realized it was the music. It stopped, and I leaned over to look at the commercial for vitamin supplements.

“It’s a great time to be silver!”

“You hear that?” I pushed her off my lap, and she held the cups up with both hands.

“No what?”

The music stopped, but the beat kept going, so I got up. I’m ashamed to admit that I had to adjust myself.

“Good idea, let’s go to bed.” But I stopped by the door when I heard the slats hitting the side board of her day bed.

“Son of a bitch!” He was bent over the side, and his pants fell down, but I grabbed him by the hood of his jacket. “Pull your pants up!”

“Daddy?” My daughter rolled over, and pulled her legs up on the bed, pulling a pillow over to cover up her body. Her naked body.

“She’s only 13!” I pushed him over to the door.

“Almost 14?”

“Well, I’m only 17, and that’s not 5 years, so it’s legal.”

“Don’t give me that shit, did your sister put you up to this?” I finally pushed him out in the hall, and at least he had his pants buttoned up. “Put your clothes on, you’re leaving.”

“Dad, it’s okay.” Stephanie put her bathrobe on, thank god. “Nobody put me up to anything, he’s my boyfriend, and I love him.”

“You’re too young for a boyfriend.”

“Dad! I’m almost 14!”

“Yeah, and I’m only 15.”

“Keep out of this, Jesse.”

“No, you’re not listening, and I know you’re way over 20, so that’s statch.”

“Is this your idea, getting your jailbait sister to seduce me, while you break into my house?”

“No, dad.” My daughter turned me around, looked up at me. “It was mine.” She looked down, and shrugged. “Huh, I thought that maybe, if she reminded you what it was like for horny teenagers, you stop treating me like a little girl.”

“We better go, so they can have a much needed talk.”

“But you are, my little girl. You’ll always be my little girl.”

“Huh!” She hugged me. “Daddy, I know, but I’m in high school now, and I’m never going to have a life of my own if you won’t let me go.”

“Where, to live with that pervert?”

“No, you’re not kicking me out.” She pulled the sides of her robe, so I had to look away. “Dressed like this?”

“No, of course not.”

“Huh, ever since mom left, you’ve changed. Honestly, you changed before that, but she’s right. You’re so possessive, and stubborn, you know that’s why she left?”

“No, because she started sleeping around with anything on 3 legs she could catch.”

“No, you drove her away, and she had 1 affair. Just one, which she wouldn’t have needed if you hadn’t squeezed her so tight, she slipped away.”

“Well, you’re still too young to have a boyfriend.”

She laughed at me, “It’s too late, I’m not a virgin, and he wore protection! Uh!”

She ran down the hall. “You hit me?” Slammed the door.

“Young lady!” I tried the knob, but it was locked. “Stephanie! Open this door, Stephanie?”

I beat on the door, but no matter how loud I yelled, I couldn’t drown out the sound of her rolling up the window. So, I ran out the front door, just in time to see her get to the street. Throw her bookbag stuffed with clothes in the back seat and drive off.

“That son of a bitch!” I called 911, but it was too late.

She was already gone.

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