Kates Playground Ch 02

For my age, I still looked pretty good. I played tennis with my partner on the weekends, went to the gym a couple of days a week. I'd say I looked pretty good. But I could see the stress taking its toll. All these years, working hard at the office, just to stay above water. My wife, Jann was stressed too. We rarely had sex anymore. She would get home late, and make dinner, then off to bed, while I washed the dishes. I'd say life was getting harder now that gas prices were going up.

Now this. We'd saved for years to get our girl into the school of her choice. We applied for school grants for her, and took out a couple of loans, even mortgaged that house. Times were tight.

Kate was right.

When I entered the living room, Kate was all packed up. "Where are you going?"

"Stacey's for the weekend, while my car gets fixed." If Mom sees that my car isn't here she'll figure it out." She looked at me expectantly. Waiting.

"So?" she asked.

"So what?" I said looking at her beautiful face. She took after her mother. Round lips, cute button nose, and beautiful blue eyes. Her hair was long, straight and dark black. She looked like some sort of thin super model with curves. I always appreciated her beauty. It made me proud.

The guys in my office would always make comments when she'd visit me at work. "Damn, too bad she's your daughter, look at that rack." And I'd always get pissed but usually wouldn't say anything.

I'd hears guys say, "She's poking out like two torpedo's" Or they'd make comments about her ass, like, "Jesus, that's the best damn ass I'd ever seen. Have you ever seen an ass like that?"

Once I got furious, got in the guys face and yelled, "That's my daughter you're talking about, have some respect."

He stammered, "Sorry man. I ah... didn't know."

Sometimes when she'd visit she wouldn't wear a bra, and that always bugged me cause guys would always stare. And she liked to wear these tight latex shorts that left nothing to the imagination. Her perfect legs curved up into her tight little ass. Every once in a while when I could get away with it, I'd give her a good ass smack. But now that she was out of high school, she was getting to old for that.

But, I couldn't help looking even though she was my daughter. Fuck, what the hell is going on with me? I mean she 'IS' my daughter for Christ sake. What am I thinking? I had to get a handle on that before it got out of hand. But an occasional glance never hurt anybody. I mean she was gorgeous for crying out loud. It was only natural. I'm a man like other men, sure I try to be a good Dad, but I'm still a man.

I stood there silent for a few moments; "I don't think we should keep secrets from your Mother." I said with folded arms.

"Dad, come on, it's no big deal. You've got to help me out here. I promise, if you ever need me to keep my mouth shut about something, I'll do it."

After a few more moments of deliberation, I frowned, "Okay, on one condition." You get a job this week. If you don't have a job by Thursday I'm telling your mother what happened."

"Thank you Daddy. Just give me a couple of days." Kate threw her arms around me, and kissed me on the lips. "I love you Daddy."

I love you too." I said.

And she was out the door.

That weekend, to distract myself, I took a free class on web design at the community center. I'd always been computer savvy. That was my strong point at work. If anyone ever had any computer problems, they'd come to me. So I enjoyed the class. I figured maybe I'd learn a new trade and do some freelance work to make some extra cash, since I knew Kate would only be paid minimum wage. It seemed like a good idea.

The weekend came and went. My wife and I barely spoke. She wondered where Kate was off too. I grunted. She's with Stacey. And that was about it. She'd been doing some project at work and it bleed over into the weekend. I just kept to myself, worked on my computer, and tried setting up a simple web site. It wasn't that difficult. The teacher even offered to give me advice over the phone, since I was the only one in the class who seemed to know what he was doing.

Kate came back Sunday night, and looked awful. She must have gone out all night, every night. I found out from a friend of Stacy's parents, that Stacey's parents were out of town for the weekend. She leaned in to give me a kiss on the lips and went straight to bed.

Monday rolled around, it was a holiday, and I forget which one and didn't really care. I actually wanted to go to work to get away from the house. But I'd be all right. Jann was leaving. She said she was behind schedule. She didn't even say goodbye. I didn't know what I was going to do once Kate moved out. It would be only a matter of months before I'd seriously started to consider divorce.

I got dressed and went to make my morning cup of coffee. As I rounded the corner of the hallway, Kate stepped out of her room in her bra and g-string bottoms. She was bending over to get a towel from the hall closet. Her cute little bottom was exposed as well as her cleavage bulging out of her two sizes to small bra. We definitely needed to go shopping. I hesitated, looking at her beautiful body, but then I kept on walking. She didn't see me until I gave her a quick slap on the ass. Her ass giggled.

"No walking around the house naked young lady, otherwise your mother will kill me."

She blushed as I walked away. "Sorry, Daddy."

I made my coffee and came back upstairs. When I passed Kate's room, I could hear the shower still running. I was still wondering why her eyes were so puffy last night and why she looked so tired, so I decided to peek into her room. I didn't see anything out of the ordinary, until I looked on top of her dresser. There was four hundred dollars cash just laying there, in plain view. I couldn't believe my eyes.

Without knocking, I entered her room, and counted the money. It came out to be five hundred and thirty four dollars cash. I was in shock. What the hell did she do, rob a bank? I think I might have spaced out, because I didn't even hear her bathroom door open. She had a towel around her head and was in the middle of drying her hair. That is why; I think she didn't notice me standing there. And Kate walked out completely nude.

It happens to a father every once in a while, where he sees his daughter completely nude. It's not a big deal really, if you don't make it one. And I didn't make it one.

"What is this?" I said.

She jumped, quickly covering herself. I looked down in time to see her left breast.

For a moment I forgot that I was holding five hundred dollars cash. I did something that I shouldn't have, but couldn't seem to stop myself. Big deal, my eyes dropped down to that perfectly shaped, round, soft breast, half covered by a towel, and the image had downloaded itself into my mind, PERMANENTLY. Maybe that is what the big deal was, a beautiful image one cannot forget. A memory that excites the mind to think in ways it shouldn't. It's like taking a drug. Once you try it once, it gets easier and easier to do it again. Her perfect, beautiful breast had made its mark in my mind. I was forever scared by vision of beauty. At the time it seemed like no big thing. But in time, I'd realize that this was the moment of my decent, we could say.

"I can explain", she said as she tied the towel around her body.

"I'm sure you can," I said, "start talking and fast." My blood was boiling. I could feel my face flush as my eyes burned a hole in the opposite side of the wall. I forgot about my daughters beautiful breasts. All I could think about was my daughter sucking some mans dick for cash. I couldn't get the image out of my mind. He tender lips pulling and tugging, blowing and kissing, sucking and fucking some stranger's dick.

"I got a job." She stammered.

"Doing what, exactly." I don't think I've ever raised my voice at my daughter before. Only once when I caught her and her boyfriend doing something that wasn't cool. I would have never pictured it if I didn't see it for myself. But when I walked into her room, I saw my daughter sitting on the edge of her bed, leaning over his cock and blowing it. He saw me first and froze. But she kept pumping up and down the length of his cock. I didn't know what to say at first. I'd never seen my daughter sucking a boys dick before and it was disturbing, to say it mildly. I mean she had his cock in her mouth all the way down to his balls. She knew how to deep throat and I don't know where she learned that. Anyways, I was pissed and yelled at her pretty good. But now that she was older, she was free to do what she wanted. What could say?

"Stacey got me a job at her work." Kate said confidently. I began to relax as I realized I was thinking irrational. But who pays cash, and this much? My heart began to race again.

"What kind of job?" I said calmly, holding my anger in. I wanted to see if she would lie to me. I knew that unconfident tone and caught her in a lie before.

"I work at a bar, you're holding my weekends tips. It seems bartenders make serious cash." A deep breath of relief filled my lungs.

"But you're only eighteen, isn't that illegal." I said in the same calm tone.

"Oh, Dad please, I've gone out to plenty of bars. I got a fake ID. Besides, older guys like younger girls. We make more money." She smiled and pushed me out the door. "Now get out, I've got to get dressed."

The next day at work, Sam came over to my desk. He looked like he wanted to tell me something but our boss was standing there telling a bad joke. "Did you hear about the two peanuts that met late one night in a dark alley? One was assaulted." He started to laugh in self-gratification. He didn't even wait to see our response, but just walked back to his office.

I was bored at work. I looked on line at some porn sites; my boss didn't give a shit. Then I found myself thinking of my daughter's breast, so perfect, so plump. I just wanted to put it in my mouth and suck on her nipple. What the hell was I thinking?

That is when Sam leaned in close. "Jim, I got to tell you something dude, how about over lunch."

"Fine." I said, and got back to work.

I told my boss about my class on web design and he wanted me to make a company web page. I said, "Great. But not right now. I don't have enough the time. Do you know how much work goes into something like that?"

He said, he'd give my work to Sam, and I could work on the web page full time until it was done. "Deal," I said. Sam wasn't too happy about that.

At lunch we went to some hole in the wall, we'd never gone to before and Sam lead me back to this booth in the corner of the room, away from everyone else. "Sam, what's with all the secrecy?" I said, after we sat down.

"Listen Jim, what I got to say is going to piss you off. I know you. You got to take this calmly, okay?"

I was getting annoyed at Sam's build up of suspense. "What the fuck, just tell me Sam."

Sam leaned in close and whispered, "I went to the Gold Rush last night. Had a couple of drinks and got the shock of my life. Right up there front in center, fully nude, was your daughter, Katelyn."

"Shut the fuck up." I said.

"I'm serious, I go there sometimes to get a drink after work. Your daughter is one of the new girls. When she saw me she left the room and didn't come back out. I was waiting for her. I wanted to tell her that this wasn't any kind of place for a nice girl like..."

SMASH! Sam watched as I threw the napkin dispenser across the room and into a picture frame, glass shattering everywhere.

"I'm sorry Jim." Sam said nervously.

But I wasn't coherent. I don't know how I got up and drove home. It was all a blur. But when I pulled into the parking lot, I realized my hand was bleeding. I was more than furious. I did not raise my daughter to become a stripper slut. Sure I'd dated some when I was younger, but that's no kind of woman to become. My daughter was going to go to college and get her degree.

I pushed her door open, and there she lay face down, asleep in her g-string and t-shirt. Her bare ass was round like a ripe peach. But I was too angry to appreciate her beautiful body completely. I was enraged at the thought of other men, strangers, seeing my daughter naked, getting off on her. Looking at her like a piece of meat. Looking at her perfect tits, and firm, round ass. Feeling her ass grind into their crotch and breathing all over her innocent little body. Her skinny arms being grabbed by think man hands, and her ass being slapped the way I used to slap it. I couldn't take it, and I wouldn't allow it. But there it was fully exposed, her perfect ass, completely bare except for a thin clothe running down her but crack in between those gorgeous mounds of flesh. And I, her forty-two year-old Father, was staring at something I should not have been staring at.

When I entered, she woke up suddenly and jumped up onto her side with a start. She wasn't wearing a bra and her breasts leaned over to one side, draping across her chest under her white t-shirt.

"Where are your car keys?" I shouted.

She pointed to her dresser; I walked over, grabbed them. "What's wrong Daddy?"

"You are not to leave this house for a week. You hear me young lady?" I slammed the door.

I went down stairs and poured myself a drink. A few seconds later, Katelyn ran down the stairs and apprehensively entered the room.

"What's the matter Daddy?"

"I know about your Gold Rush, where you made your cash? You lied to me." I didn't turn around. My voice was even, but quivered when I breathed. I sipped my rum and coke then set the cold glass down. My hand was trembling and I was afraid I'd drop it.

"Daddy, please, I'm so, so sorry. Please." She begged.

I didn't turn to face her. I could feel her eyes on my back but was too furious to look at her. I could hear her begin to cry. But I was afraid of my inner intensity. I didn't want to turn it on her. I took several deep breaths and tried to calm the fuck down.

"Daddy," She cried quietly. "I didn't know what else to do. How the hell am I going to make over five grand in a month?" There was a long silence after that.

I eventually turned around but Kate wouldn't look me in the eye. Her feet were crossed in front of her waist and her ands crossed behind her back. She looked down at the ground. I'd never yelled at her like that before except for that time I'd caught her giving some Joe smuck a blowjob in her room. So I knew I had it in me, but for her it was a shock. She came to me when she wanted something because she new I'd never yell or get upset, like her mom. She knew I had self-control. She never saw this side of me. She didn't know what I would do.

I looked her up and down. She was still wearing that g-string. Her long legs were tan and shapely. She ran every morning and it showed.

"Is that what you wear at work?" I asked. She nodded.

"Yesterday, when you said the men like younger girls, you were serious." She nodded. "What do you do for these men?" I asked.

"Dad," she was embarrassed, "I can't tell you that."

"What, more lies? You're going to keep more secrets from me? How do you expect me to forgive you if you don't tell me the truth? How can I forgive something I know nothing about?"

She finally looked up into my eyes. She was crying. "Can you give me a hug first?" She asked.

I opened my arms. She walked over to me, curled up in my embrace and wept. I held her like that for some time. In the mirror across the hall, I could see our reflection, her reflection particularly. And then I began to think about those men, looking at her ass. And for that minute I held her, as she cried, I didn't feel like I was holding my daughter. But a woman, all grown up. A woman who can make men empty their wallets. And her body was divine. Her skin was tan, and her black her hair shimmered all the way down her back, almost touching her ass. The thin string went down the crack of her ass, disappearing between two perfect mounds of tender flesh. I felt a tinge of guilt, but I think my anger, and jealousy caused that guilt to fade. And the more I looked, the more I wanted to see the rest of her. I wanted to be at that club, alone, just her and I. And I wanted to see, what they saw.