Did I even sleep last night? No I must have because how else could I have a dream about my Dad's club actually being a sex club and me giving my brother a blowjob in front of dozens of strangers. That totally had to be a dream, right? I had to admit it was a good dream. But I felt different, so it couldn't have been a dream, could it? My mind was just so muddled. I heard rustling downstairs in the kitchen. Since it was late morning, actually it was closer to the afternoon; I decided it was time to get up. Maybe if I went downstairs to see who it was making noise I could get distracted from thinking whether or not my fantasy had been a dream or reality. I walked downstairs like a zombie. I needed a cup of hot something to wake me up. It was my dad starting to prepare what looked like breakfast. But it was 11:30, I don't know why he was making breakfast for himself so late.
"Morning," I mumbled coming in. I turned on the kettle and took out a cub with hot chocolate mix. My friends made me try coffee once but it really wasn't my thing. Besides I'm not exactly sure I needed the caffeine. While I was doing all this my dad was talking to me.
"Good morning sleeping beauty, I didn't expect you up this early after all the excitement last night." I gulped. So it wasn't a dream. Reality hit me like a freight train as I saw the contract dad had given me sitting on the table where I had left it last night. I eyed it remembering everything last night in full detail. My eyes shot lasers at the papers like I was torturing them to give me the best way to bring up what I wanted to my dad. Dad noticed and laughed a little.
"So did you make your decision? If you need more time don't pressure yourself you can take as long as you need." My head shot to him and my mouth filter broke. That's what I call it when I'm too stupid to think before speaking and I end up saying something ridiculous.
"Where do I sign?" My dad laughed even harder because he knew I was pissed at myself for just blurting it out. He continued to talk to me while putting things in order to cook the eggs. I was grateful to see he was cooking for the two of us.
"Well that is just a basic contract, bare bones so to speak. I took the day off to fine tune the contract with you so it fits what you need. Then we are going to spend the day together." He surprised me as he took a step forward and cupped my pantie covered pussy. His face was so close it made me blush. My dad was so domineering, it made me feel safe and protected. He leaned forward and whispered in my ear, "and I do mean together." I caught on to what he was trying to say and blushed even harder. He pulled back like nothing ever happened to cook. My dad had just proposition, no promised, to have sex with me. The man must have been reading my thoughts because he started to answer all the questions I was having.
"You're a virgin, and my daughter, so I can't very well send you on stage or to some stranger to have your virginity taken as some sort of sex commodity. I considered letting your brother have you since the two of you got along so well but I figured it was my job to take care of my little girl. Plus you must have read the contract top to bottom, there is a clause in there gives me certain benefits." I knew what he was talking about but wanted to read the passage again. Since the contract was still sitting there I looked over it until I found the section. I read it aloud so my dad would hear that I understood what he was talking about.
Additional Responsibilities:
With the employee's permission the employer is permitted to be intimate with the employee at his discretion. The employee is not permitted to confront the employer regarding times when they may be intimate such as: requesting sexual favors, requesting a time to be intimate, requesting that intimate relations be used to obtain something in the work place or elsewhere. The employer will not be allowed to appear at the employers home to be intimate with the employer; all interactions will be conducted at the workplace.
"So you basically made all your employees your bitches?" I said joking around. But from what this said he actually had. He laughed and said in a playful tone, 'it's good to be the king.' I had thought the same thing when I had read some of the sections in the contract last night. The wording really gave my father a lot of power over the employees. They were dozens of little clauses that gave him control of small pieces of their life. If you thought about it the reasons behind it were actually reasonable. My dad wanted to protect the employees as well as the clients. It all made sense to me so I wasn't too concerned about it.
"Do you have any questions that you have fore me darling?" My dad asked as he put the plate of breakfast in front of me at the table. I started digging in and suddenly it was like a completely regular conversation between a father and daughter.
"What did you mean about training last night?
