Thread: You're My Father? (nothingbutporcelain and Quietman)

Boss Adams could not keep the cheesy smile off his face, power was good and he definitely had his bluff on this little slut. If she only knew what she had it would be him begging her to stay. Candy brought in an easy grand a night extra money to this downtown dump, if she knew what they would give her out in the 'burbs she would walk out right now and never look back. He knew that she would not be here forever, so he was going to use her for all he could while the using was good. You're right bitch ... I know you need this job is why you are begging ... where else would a little whore like you make this kind of dough? .... the only other place would be peddlin' your pussy on the street corner out front ... and you know it .... so you better act right! Boss barked at the crying girl. Damn, those tears running down that angelic face were causing his cock to swell. Turn the tears off ... dry 'em up ... I ain't going to run you off tonight .... but one more fuckup and you're gone .... got it? She was a hot piece of flesh and completely under his thumb ... she would do anything he told her to do ...anything. Power was some heady shit to Boss Adams and he wielded it like no other tyrant past or present. Dry it up girl and come over here and show me how appreciative you are to still be workin' for ol' Boss he said as he rolled back his chair, unzipped his pants and took out his cock. Meanwhile, outside on the sidewalk, John was thinking about the events of the evening. He was kicking his own ass for being such a jerk and getting Candy in such a jam. He knew that if indeed her boss had been watching closely he would surely have seen that the girl was indeed as excited and as ready to fuck as he had been. So, she was in a jam for sure and it was his fault .... Damn, why couldn't I have just accepted the dance and not tried to make her long for me as I was longing for her? .... hell, I knew she was interested ... I didn't have to go and try to force the issue while she was working ... and besides I am a married man ... I have a wife at home ... not much of one, but still a wife .... just because your life is fucked up why you got to fuck up what that little angel had going on ... fucking dipshit! I got to make this right somehow .... I got to make sure she is ok and that she knows I am not just out for some stray pussy ... besides, she is less than half my age .... I will never forgive myself if she loses this job ... even though it has got to be degrading for her to dance naked for a bunch of low life's like me ... still by the looks of that crowd she has got to be raking in some serious cash .... if she loses this the only other way she could make as much would be selling that sweet pussy ..... then she really would be degrading herself and not to mention putting herself out on these streets for some maniac to make her disappear ... I got to make this right without fucking her .... I have got to show her that not all men are out to fuck her .... got to show her that there are still some good guys left in the world... but damn it boy ... that fine ass body is going to make this task damn near impossible! Big John was tired and hungry and his mind was not thinking clearly. He knew he needed some food and coffee to shake off the booze he had drank in the club. He knew he would not be able to go home in this condition and besides he was not going home until he found out if Candy was fired. Glancing down the block he saw that the diner he had passed by was still open ... he had a plan. Ripping the flyer that announced the next celebrity stripper coming to the club from the corner lamp post, he neatly folded it in half. Taking a pen from his shirt pocket he quickly wrote a note explaining to the girl that he was sorry about the big scene he had caused and also apologized for getting her into trouble with her boss. He also wanted to make it up to her by buying her something to eat or at least a cup of coffee ... he further explained that he would be waiting for her at the all night diner down the street. Ending the note with another apology for trying to force himself on her and swore he would be a perfect gentleman if she would honor him with her company. Taking the note back across the street he approached the goon that was watching the front entrance. Hold it right there cowboy the guy snarled at John Bull said to keep an eye on you and not let you back inside ... so, take a hike Big John looked the guy up and down and said ... Friend ... I don't want to go back inside ... I have had enough of your place for one night ... but I would like to get this note to Candy and if you do that for me I will give you twenty now and another after she tells me she got it ..... now forty bucks ain't much I know, but delivering notes don't take much does it? ..... so what do you say .. have we got a deal?