Bret awoke with a nagging feeling of someone watching. He didn't quite know where he got it from, but when he opened his eyes he saw a pair of big, blue eyes staring at him from the hallway. Big blue eyes, in a small, round face, belonging to a cute little girl. When their eyes met, she flashed him a huge grin -- where the two upper incisors were missing -- and hurried off, out of his sight.
"What...?" Bret wondered, trying to figure out what the hell was going on. This wasn't his bed, this wasn't his bedroom. Did he really go home with Lia the stripper last night...?
"Yes," he whispered to himself as more and more of last night came back to him. Kissing her, licking her... and the sex! Wow! He'd actually had sex with a woman! And a gorgeous one at that!
Smiling to himself he was about to get up -- when he realised he was buck-naked. He looked around and found his discarded clothes (first and foremost his boxers) and slipped them on. Boxers and pants first and then the shirt.
"Hey," Lia came in, just as he was buttoning it and greeted him with her bright smile, "you're awake!"
"Yeah..." he said, feeling a little confused. Happy to see her though, but still confused.
"Who... Was there a little girl in here?" he asked, briefly wondering if she'd been a dream.
"Yeah, Michelle," she answered with a little, proud smile, "she my youngest daughter -- and very curious!"
Bret nodded with a little smile. An awkward silence arose in the room as neither of them knew how to proceed.
Should I kiss him?
Lia wondered,
do I want to kiss him? Does he want me to?
She didn't know, she didn't know what kind of relationship they had -- if they even had one! Was she just a one-night stand? Oh God, what had she done? She'd seduced and fucked her boss!
Oh God, what will Michelle and Julia think?
she thought,
why the hell did I bring him back here!?
"Ehm..." she said, trying to pull herself together, "would you... would you like some breakfast? I'm making pancakes..."
"Oh! Oh, yes. Yes, please," Bret said, happy to get past the awkwardness and realising that he was actually quite hungry.
She led him into the kitchen where her two, blonde daughters were already sitting at the table.
"This is Mr. Jensen," Lia introduced him; "he slept here last night and wants to eat breakfast with us."
Soon Bret found himself sitting at the head of the table while two young girls -- and one older,
very
attractive one, though she pretended not to -- kept watching his every move. The pancakes were good though!
"Are you and mommy friends?" the older daughter, Julia, asked suddenly, eyeing him suspiciously.
"Ehh..." Bret tried to answer, suddenly remembering Lia screaming in orgasm last night as she rode him.
"Mr. Jensen is mommy's boss. I work for him," Lia explained, feeling a little nervous and rather ashamed. Except for Monique, she'd never before brought anyone from her work home to the girls. She wanted them to grow up without knowing how their mother earned her money.
"Well, eh..." Bret said when the silence once again grew in the little kitchen, "I... I should probably head home. Need to get a cab to get my car at the clu- at work," he said, too late realising that Julia and Michelle probably didn't know their mother worked at a club.
"Oh. Yeah," Lia said, confused, relieved and disappointed at the same time. She actually wanted him to stay -- if for no other reason, then the more time he spent with her wonderful daughters, the harder it'd hopefully be for him to fire her. But she also did like him and liked to have him around, for some reason. At the other hand, it'd probably be better for him to go. It had to feel quite strange for the girls that an unknown man ate breakfast with them in their kitchen at a random Tuesday morning.
"No, stay!" Michelle declared. With lightning-speed she jumped down from her chair and crawled up on his lap, trapping him.
"Michelle!" Lia scolded her, but Bret didn't stand a chance against the charm of the six-year old. Who could resist that, anyway? With an awkward smile he looked down at the little girl, "why don't you want me to go?"
"Mommy wants you to stay!" she stated and looked across the table at her mother, the professional stripper who now blushed scarlet and looked down, not having any idea what she was going to do or say.
"Michelle..." she muttered but gave up. Instead, she went up and got some more juice from the fridge, buying herself some time. Not that it mattered.
Michelle won. Bret stayed until it was time for school, eating with a little blonde girl on his lap, while her sister watched, torn between anger and jealousy. And their mother too, of course, who couldn't sort out her own feelings either. Hope, fear and confusion all battled within her without any clear victor.
When it was time to go, Bret gracefully paid for the cabs to take Lia and the girls to school and him to his day-time job.
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"Hey, Mr. Jensen," Hugh greeted their new boss as he entered the club. He nodded at the impressively muscled bouncer and continued into the club, heading for the office.
"That him?" he heard a feminine voice from behind and when he turned around, a tall blonde woman came walking towards him. Her outfit, no, her entire being seemed to scream 'look at me!'... which wasn't easy to accomplish, considering she was in a strip-club where most of the girls wore outfits that showed off their bodies in the most arousing ways.
She wore a bright, white t-shirt with the words 'Daddy's Little Princess' written across the far too-tight chest in girly pink. The t-shirt only reached her navel, leaving the rest of her stomach bare, showing off her light-tanned skin.
Her mini-shorts were bright pink, with small, dark red hearts strewn across the fabric, showing her well-shaped thighs and long, sexy legs. The white, knee-high socks led the thoughts to a little girl, but the tall, pink stripper-heels contradicted that illusion. Secretly, she'd have preferred ballerina-shoes but... well, the heels just made her ass look
good!
Her make-up followed the theme: Pink, glittery eye-shadow, glitters spread across the cheeks and a pink lip-stick. Her long blonde hair hung down in large corkscrew-curls, underlining her childlike appearance.
Bret stopped dead in his track as this image of corrupt innocence and sexy beauty came closer and closer, and the smell of sweet perfume reached him.
"Hey Bossman!" the sweet teen greeted him with a happy smile when she reached him.
