Chapter 2

When we got home from the hospital, Danni gave me a pain pill and some juice, then went in the kitchen to make dinner. I sat on the couch in my robe and moped, resting my fiberglass-entombed hands beside me. “This is SO humiliating! My kid and her wife will need to help me piss!”

Melly blushed and said, “I know how to make you feel a little better. I’ll take my top off when I help you, so we’ll be embarrassed together. We’ll take good care of you, BIG Daddy.” She kissed me on the lips and patted my groin lightly.

“But! But you’re married!”

She pulled her shirt off, and I wondered at the weight of her barely-contained boobs. Her 38F bra looked quite overworked. “It’s fine, Daddy, just enjoy.” The pain pill clouded my mind as she reached in my robe and played with my penis. The next thing I knew, I was squirting cum into Melly’s mouth while her wife, MY DAUGHTER, watched!

The two of them kissed and whispered to each other, as I mumbled, “So sorry, Danni. I didn’t mean to.”

Danni said, “It’s not cheating. Her pussy’s mine, not her mouth. I hope it was good?”

My vision and consciousness faded as I mumbled, “So good, so, so good!”

Over the next weeks, Danni helped me in the bathroom once or twice a day when Melly was busy with something else. I did my best to behave myself but had erections about half the time. We were embarrassed, but she helped me do what needed to be done. It seemed that she liked seeing me naked and feeling my dick in her hand, but she was afraid to do anything further. I felt embarrassed and a little sick each time. I thought my kid shouldn’t have to do that for me.

The two of them stood near the window each time they smoked outside, so I could see the sucking motions of their mouths. Often they would smile at me. A few times they pointed at me, talked to each other, then laughed. When I needed to use the bathroom, most of the time Melissa helped me wash or use the toilet. She wasn’t embarrassed at all, and happily jerked or sucked me off two or three times daily, sometimes while Danni watched. Danni didn’t seem upset and even encouraged us. I understood why after I finally got the casts off a month and a half after my freak accident.

When I was finally able to EAT on my own, DRESS on my own, and PISS on my own, I reminded the girls, “One of the rules is you need to have jobs and pay rent.”

Danni asked, “What if our job is giving you sex? Will you make us go to work, instead of Melissa giving you blowjobs every day? She’ll even do it three or four times a day, right?”

Melly licked her lips and said, “Right! I love it!”

Danni added, “I know you’re not my real father. I’m married, so you can’t have my pussy, but giving you my butt can be my job, if we don’t have to work. I know you won’t hurt me, and I kind of like it in there.”

Part of me was tempted, but the idea of doing anything sexual with her felt terribly wrong. In my mind and heart, she was my kid, even if she wasn’t genetically. I grumpily replied, “Real jobs. You need to learn how to take care of yourselves. I’ll give you a month. That’s plenty of time. Hundreds of businesses around the city need workers; cooks, child care, delivery drivers, there are lots of things you can do.”

They sighed in disappointment, then Danni said, “Fine, Daddy. But I think you’d be happier with sex.”

“I’ll be happy knowing that my daughter can be an adult and support herself. Start looking in the morning.”

A week later, Danni gave me good news. “Daddy! We got jobs! We’re going to be waitresses! We start tomorrow!”

“That’s great! What hours do you work?”

“It’s at a bar, 4pm to 1am, three nights a week. We get extra pay for working the late shift, too!”

“That’s great!”

When they got their first paychecks a few weeks later, they each gave me $300 for rent. I wondered and asked, “Can you afford this much? That seems like a lot.”

“We get a lot of tips too. People love us! We love working there!”

“I’m glad you’re finally happy to have a job. I love you, and I’m so proud of you.” I kissed her cheek and gave her a hug.

“I love you too, Daddy.”

Only two weeks later they each gave me another $300. I said, “You don’t need to pay me that much. That must be half your paychecks.”

Melissa laughed and showed me her paystub. For two weeks, it showed $950 wages and $710 in tips! I was astounded!

“How much do you get an hour?”

“Twenty, plus tips, and some of the guys tip a LOT! It’s loads of fun too! When there’s no work to do, we can dance, and we get free soda and snacks too! We love working there.” I made a mental note of the company name, “GSG” and the street address.

They seemed to be making far too much to be waitresses, so I became suspicious. When they were at work the next night, I looked up the company and was horrified. “GSG” stood for “G String Goodies!” It was a full-nude strip club!

I angrily drove there, preparing the speech I’d shout at the two of them before demanding they get different jobs. I parked and walked to the front door. A very large man just inside said, “$20 cover and two drink minimum. What do you want to drink?”

“Ice tea, or if you don’t have it, root beer.”

He sighed. “We have cola, beer, champagne, or shots.”

“Beer, I guess.”

“Have a seat, a waitress will bring it to you.”

Melissa walked over to me carrying two beers on a tray. She was wearing a bikini made of clear plastic! I could see her pubic hair, labia, nipples, everything! There were two women on stages dancing totally nude. One danced near me and spread her legs wide. I could see the inside of her vagina from only a few feet away!