I'll be the first to admit it. I was in a foul mood that night. Looking back, I'm not really sure why. I suppose the weather wasn't helping. It was the middle of April and snowing in Chicago. It had been almost a year to the day that my wife had walked out on me. I suppose that could have been a factor. I had come to the conclusion that I was a perv and that probably had more to do with it than anything else did.
Last year when my wife Dawn had walked out on me, she left me with our two kids to care for. Now my daughter Suzy was finishing high school and my son Bob was wrapping up his first year at college. I knew I was better off without Dawn. We had been high school sweethearts and had been married for 19 years, but she was always such a prude. She never trusted me and after watching an Oprah on internet porn she looked at the history on my browser. When she discovered a porn web site I had visited, she confronted me and went hysterical - and I laughed. When I got home the next day she was gone. Our minister called and told me she had asked him to contact me. She had discussed my "problem" with him and they agreed that our marriage could be saved if I would ask God for forgiveness. I hung up. The last I heard she and the minister had left town and had joined a commune in California. It created quite a sensation in our little Northwest Indiana town. A few weeks after they had gone off together, the minister's wife stopped by. She was dressed in what I'm sure she thought of as a sexy outfit, but at five-foot and two hundred pounds; she was a lost cause. I tried to be polite when I told her to leave me the fuck alone, but somehow she took it the wrong way. It just didn't seem right. My Dawn had been fairly attractive. The thought of taking up with the minister's wife would have been like swapping his pig for my Dawn. It wasn't happening.
For the most part the kids did rather well with handling their mom's departure. Dawn had always been very devout and demanded a great deal of involvement in the church. Sundays wasn't enough. Dawn made sure the kids regularly attended the youth groups, volunteer work, and choir, just to name a few. After Dawn left, I quit going to church, but the kids continued to attend church services and activities. The minister's wife made it a point to make sure my kids knew how concerned she was that I was a pervert and was going to H-E-Double-L. She even gave my daughter information on a porn addiction program. My daughter torn it up in front of her. When the new minister arrived a few months later, I received a letter that told me that neither my kids nor me would be welcome at their church any longer. I wasn't surprised or disappointed. To my relief the kids seemed OK with it too.
That September, two more things happened to our family. Bob went off to college and I was promoted to VP Sales. The raise I received coupled with the end of the church tithing, meant that as a family, we were pretty much set for money. The job was a lot more demanding, but I figured Suzy had just turned eighteen would be fine fending for herself around the house. The job included entertaining clients and it wasn't long before I knew my way around most of the titty bars and whorehouses in Chicago.
Although the job caused me to become something of a regular at the whorehouses, I didn't partake. First and foremost I had to be there for my clients and I didn't feel I could be watching out for them if I was indulging myself. I became friendly with many of the girls, whom I found to be rather nice. A few had drug problems, but most were just making a living.
While I was completely OK with Dawn's departure from my life, the anniversary was looming and I found myself thinking about it more than I care to admit. I had some very good clients come into town in early April and I took them to a high class whore house run by a madam named Sunny. After I had set up the guys I was shooting the shit with Sunny at bar when suddenly I stopped. I saw a new girl. She had her back to me and from behind she looked exactly like my daughter Suzy. The girl was talking to a customer and was standing in front of an old time juke box that was lit up with neon. The light from the juke box shined through her long dress, making it see through enough so I could tell she had on no underwear.
Sunny followed my look and laughed. "I knew I'd eventually have someone here for you Dan," Sunny said.
"Who is she?" I asked.
"We call her Runt," Sunny answered.
"Runt? Odd name," I said, "but kind of sexy."
Runt turned around and I saw that the resemblance to Suzy was not as strong from the front. Both girls were beautiful, but in different ways. I've often wondered if I would have been as attractive to Runt if the first time I saw her didn't come with the strong feeling that I was looking at my Suzy. Before Sunny could call her over, she and the client headed up the stairs.
I was kind of hoping that Runt was only going up for a "quicky", but when my clients came down she was still upstairs, so I paid Sunny and we left. In the weeks that followed I couldn't get Runt out of my mind. I was getting more erections than in my old high school days. I was a bit disturbed when I couldn't stop thinking of Runt every time I saw my daughter Suzy. I began to consider that maybe Dawn was right. Maybe I really was a sick perverted asshole.
None of my next few business entertainment outings took me to Sunny's. Different clients have different tastes and it just happened to work out that none of my clients over the next few weeks were the "Whore House" type. I was sitting at a titty bar listening to a drunken client's philosophy when a gem of wisdom came from his mouth. We were talking about the latest sports star that was accused of raping a girl when the client made the comment that if he was a sports star he most certainly would be raping these groupies. After all, he said, what's the point of having to live with the rape reputation if you never had the fun of the actual raping?
Of course this guy was an asshole, and I laughed heartily at his joke, but his comment did get me to thinking. My whole town and all of the friends Dawn and I had made during our married life thought of me as a pervert. Even in my workplace I had the reputation of a pervert since my co-workers all knew that a good portion of my job was getting clients laid. I had a reputation, but never had the fun of actually doing any of the things my reputation warranted. I though about this for a few days and made up my mind. I called my daughter and told her that some clients had come to town unexpectedly and that I would be out late. I headed to Sunny's.
I should have been happy, but as I said before, I was in a foul mood. I walked into Sunny's I could tell that she sensed a difference in me. I had come alone. This wasn't me there to entertain clients. I was there to fuck a whore and Sunny knew just the girl I wanted.
"Wait at the bar," Sunny said, "I'll find Runt."
Moments later she returned holding Runt's hand. She made the introductions and left. I bought Runt a drink. "You have a cute name," I said.
"Thanks. It's a nickname I've had since I was a kid. I'm one of quintuplets - me and three brothers. My Mom told me that my Dad used to tease her about having a litter and since I've always been on the small side, the name just kind of fit."
Runt was small. Like Suzy she was only about five-foot tall. She couldn't have weighed ninety pounds. I thought she was cute when I saw her the first time I saw her. Now up close I realized she was actually very stunning. She had brown hair that cascaded off her shoulders and deep green eyes. She had an impish grin that went perfectly with her size. She was wearing a knee length dress that was tight enough to make it plain that she had on no underware. Her nipples were plain and her aureoles were very large.
"C cup"
"Uh, what?" I asked.
"You were staring. You were wondering how big they are."
I laughed. "Jesus was I that obvious?"
"Yeah, it's cool though," she replied. "Want to go upstairs?"
"I'm in no rush," I replied.
