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“Daddy, you think I’m hot, don’t you?” Heather asked from the doorway of the garage. Her stepdad Caledon was there holding the hose, filling a bucket with soapy water to clean the SUV that sat in the two-car garage. The garage door was open. Music was playing from the audio system Caledon had set up. “Is this a trick question?” he asked, looking up. She crossed her arms. Her long pink T-shirt covered her bottoms. He couldn’t tell if she had shorts on or not. “No, just answer.” “You’re lovely and cute.” She smiled and put her hands on her hips. “Thanks. And?” He shrugged. “You’re super beautiful.” She giggled at that and played with the hem of her shirt. “Thanks. And?”“And what?” “Um, supermodel sexy? Hollywood hot?” “What is this?” “Come on.” “Am I being recorded?” She stomped her sandaled foot. “Dude, no.” “I think…” A neighbor strolled by. She waved at Caledon, eyed Heather’s bare legs, and continued walking. Caledon continued: “I think you’re very hot, very sexy, but you already know that, don’t you?” “Well, stupid mom,” she said. “She doesn’t think that this,” she gestured towards her body, “can make money.”“Oh, is that what you guys are arguing about now?” he asked with a sigh and a roll of his eyes. “She thinks I’m stupid wanting to quit my job.” “The grocery store?” “Yeah, that minimum wage bullshit.” “Yeah, but it’s money, right?” She scoffed. “A little money until you become that six-figure TikTok influencer superstar, right?” “Oh, that,” she said, playing with her hair. “Not as easy as I thought.” “So, what then?” “Stripper!”He dropped the hose. Sefaköy escort bayan “Oh, no. No, no, no.” “Yeah! Why not?” She danced excitedly towards him. Once in front of him, she did a little twerk while he threw up his hands in exasperation. “Baby, stick to the online stuff. Give it time. Patience. But no porn either, okay?” “Hmm.” “Stop, stop. What, are you going to drop out of college, too?”She shrugged. She gestured towards a stool from under the counter. “Sit. And I’ll practice lap-dancing.” “Neighbors…”“I need practice,” she insisted. “I thought you were going to find yourself a nice sugar daddy.” “Didn’t work out either. You be my sugar daddy,” she said, jumping up and throwing her arms around his neck. He cursed. Another neighbor was strolling by with his dog. He nodded to them. Caledon gave him a sheepish look as he tried to get Heather back down on her feet. “I can’t be your sugar daddy.” “Impregnate me, daddy,” she begged playfully. “Oh, God, don’t even say it,” he said, grimacing. “Run away with me,” she sang. “Your mom’ll send agents after me. And lawyers. No way.” She turned around, giving her back to him. “Sorry, honey.” She backed into him and started grinding her butt into his crotch. “Baby,” he warned. She slid a hand up behind his neck and pulled him forward while she continued grinding into his erection. “This isn’t so hard,” she concluded. “I don’t even need to know how to dance. Just grind my body on random guys, make them hard, tease them for more tips, bam.” She pulled his face close and kissed Yenibosna escort his lips. “Oh, that’s all, huh?” She moved away from him, her back still to him, and began playing with the hem of her shirt again. “Wait, wait, wait, sweetie,” he protested, hoping no other neighbors would pass. “I could do topless only,” she said, dropping the hem, instead pulling the collar over her shoulder. “Yeah, you could,” he said absently. She spun towards him and lifted the shirt, exposing her naked body. “Or full nudity, I don’t care!” “God!” he cried out. He hurried over to her and yanked her shirt back down while she laughed. He pretended to strangle her. She took the chance to curl into his arms. “Well, you’re certainly an exhibitionist,” he said. “Right?” She leaned her head on his chest. “What if your…clients…want more?”She looked up at him curiously. “More?” “Yeah, more?” She casually placed a hand over his erection. “Like this?” “Oh, fuck.” She squeezed it. “More this? They’re strippers, not escorts.” “Yeah, they say that for legal purposes. Okay, sweetie, back away.” “They’d have to be really special to get the special treatment,” she said. He gently pushed her away and returned to his bucket. “Jealous, daddy?” “You do what you want.” “Really. So you don’t mind me fucking random guys—aah!”She screamed as a spray of water from Caledon’s hose hit her. “Motherfu—aah!” she screamed again as another spray came at her. She ducked behind the car. “Daddy, stop.” He came around with the hose. “Daddy,” she warned. She yelped as Escort Halkalı she ducked another stream of water. She made a run towards the open garage door. “Hold on,” he said to her. She turned to face him—only to get another splash of water soaking her hair and T-shirt. She glared at him with her mouth open. He laughed. She laughed, too. “Do it again, do it again.” “Okay,” he said, aiming the hose. “Wait, do mist or shower, not—” “Jet stream?” he asked as he hit her full blast with the water. “Having fun?” said Mary, her mother, from the doorway. Caledon stopped spraying and the hose went flaccid. “We weren’t done talking, Heather,” Mary said to her daughter. The girl groaned. “And why are you out here half-naked and wet?” “Cal sprayed me.” “Get in here.” Heather lingered by the opening. Caledon nodded for her to comply. She rolled her eyes and went back inside the garage. “You can goof around with her,” Mary said to her husband. “But can you talk some goddamn sense into her?” He raised his hands. “Please, I’m not involved in this…” “She wants to drop out of school, quit work…”“Can we take the argument back in the house?” Caledon asked. “She wants to do sex work, Cal!” She crossed her arms at her daughter. “I mean, what makes you think you can do sex work?” “Cause I’m hot,” Heather said defiantly. “Oh, who told you that? Uncle Teddy?” “No. Daddy,” she said, pointing. “Whoa, who, what?” Caledon said. Mary threw her hands up. “You deal with her, Cal.” But Heather stepped forward. “Just go inside and stop being such a bitch, mom.” Even Caledon had to stop and glance at his wayward stepdaughter. Mary cocked her head. “I’m trying to keep you from turning into a slut.” “Like you were before you met Cal?” “Okay,” Caledon jumped in. “I think we should take a timeout. Separate. Go our separate ways. Chill. Ease up. Cool down. Or at least leave me out of it.”
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