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CHAPTER FIVE

"How much for a blowjob?" Reads the email. Emmy looks down at her phone, unsure of how to respond. She curls up on the couch, holding her phone against her bent knees, her left index finger between her teeth as she anxiously contemplates.

"Do you wanna play?" Her brother Danny asks as he looks back from the floor and hands her a controller to his video game system.

"Not right now." Emmy replies despondently. Her brother looks a bit disappointed.

"I'll play, buddy." Ray says as he enters his living room from the kitchen.

Emmy settles on a response. She begins to write back to the stranger who inquired about her ad on the escorts section of an adult personals site. "Make an offer." She replies. Since posting her ad she has gotten many potential buyers, but she's been too apprehensive and nervous to respond.

A moment passes. "Can I call you?" The stranger responds back. Emmy's hand shakes slightly and her blood runs cold with nervousness and excitement. All week she has been anxious about selling herself to strange men. She feels scared. She bites her lip a little, thinking about the possibility of something happening to her. At least with Mr. Butler she knew him. She takes a moment and ultimately decides to email him her number.

"Yeah! Ha ha!" Danny shouts.

"You got me." Ray sighs playfully. He can hear the faint vibrating of a phone. He looks back and sees his daughter Emmy leaving down the hall. Since she arrived he has noticed that she seems distracted and anxious.

Emmy enters Ray's small bathroom, pacing nervously as she awaits the call. Her phone vibrates, she looks down and sees an unknown number. She takes a deep breath. "Hi." She answers meekly.

"Hello? I'm the guy answering your ad." His voice responds.

"Yeah... Hi." She says awkwardly.

"So, how much?" He asks abruptly.

"Umm... I don't know." She answers with her index finger back between her teeth.

"Well," the man chuckles, "usually rates are listed."

"I-I know, I'm sorry." She stammers a bit, feeling the butterflies in her stomach.

"You're new to this, aren't you? Your ad doesn't look like the other ones."

"Uh, yeah. I haven't done this before." She says casually in a lighthearted tone, feeling a bit embarrassed. She isn't familiar with the terminology or the process in general.

"Ha ha, that's all right. I like your picture. You look hot. Are you legit? I don't want to waste my time."

"Yeah... I'm for real."

"You sound nervous."

She nervously giggles a bit. "I am."

"Understandable. You don't know me. But I don't know you either." A moment of awkward silence passes. "So how much?"

Emmy thinks for a moment, unsure of what to say. She wants to make the most money but her submissive and meek nature makes her feel uncomfortable about it. Outside, Ray quietly sneaks up to the door and presses his ear against it.

"Well?" He sounds a little agitated.

"Eighty." She blurts out.

"Fifty." He responds confidently.

"Uh... Sure." She replies passively.

"It's only going to be quick. We're going to do it in my car. I'm nervous about this, too. I have a family. You get in, suck my dick, leave. That's it."

Emmy leans against the door, feeling more and more excited and turned on. She can't help it. Her sexual nature keeps clouding her judgment. "OK." She says quietly. Ray is on the other side of the door, curiously pondering who she's talking to and what she's talking about. He can only partially make any of it out and assumes it's just one of her friends. He does wonder, though, why she has to be so secretive about it.

"Where can I pick you up?" The man asks.

"Um... On the corner of Alexandria and Columbia." Emmy figures that she could have him pick her up just down the street from her father's place.

"Near the convenience store there?"

"Yeah, I'll be there."

"I'll pick you up at nine, is that good? I'll be driving a dark blue minivan."

"OK." Emmy answers, her hand shaking a little.

"Don't flake out on me." The man says playfully.

"I won't." Emmy forces a playful giggle.

"Oh, and you're gonna swallow right?" He asks.

"Yeah... I'll swallow." Emmy answers quietly.

"Good. See you then." The man hangs up.

Emmy turns to stare into the mirror, taking a deep breath. On the other side of the door, Ray leaves quietly back down the hall, having been unable to decipher most of what Emmy was saying. Emmy enters deep contemplation, thinking hard about actually going through with it. She ignored all the other inquiries she's gotten throughout the week but something about this one really turns on her dirty side. As usual she feels deeply conflicted about her decisions but ultimately she can't help but be a submissive, horny slut. It turns her on too much. She loves pleasing men. She also thinks about the long term goal of earning enough cash to get out of her situation. She finds herself backed against the wall with her hand down her pink pajama pants, fingering herself as she squirms and quietly moans. She thinks about her past experiences, with Keith, with Tyler, with Mr. Butler, and her friend's father Brian, and it sends her into a euphoric, perverted trance. She breathes harder, feeling her pussy tingle, the waves of arousal shooting through her body as she fingers herself. Her mind swirls with memories of pleasure, pain, abuse, fear, satisfaction, the desire to be controlled and used by a dominant older man. She squirms as she plays with herself faster and harder, her free hand rubbing her tits. Her stiffened nipples poke through her tight tank top. She snaps out of her trance and stares into the mirror. The familiar guilt washes over her. She takes a final deep breath before shaking it off and splashing her face with cold water.

She rejoins her father and brother in the living room, sitting back down on the couch. "Play with meee." Her brother pleads as he looks back, holding a controller up to her.

"Fine." Emmy sighs. She and her brother play his video game while she keeps an eye on the clock, feeling eager and excited.

Through the next few minutes of inane banter between she and her brother and small talk between father and daughter, Ray decides to prod Emmy about her despondent mood. "You seem tense lately, Em. Something bothering you?" He asks casually.

"Hmm?" She turns her head from the screen briefly. "No." She shakes her head back to face the television.

"Just asking. I don't know. You seem a bit anxious today is all." Ray says, desperately wanting to know more and more about his daughter ever since he's been back.

"I'm fine." She replies.

"I win!" Danny gleefully exclaims, smiling back to Emmy. She reciprocates.

Ray shifts on the couch, looking down. "If you ever want to talk about any-"

"Oh yeah, I'm going to my friend's for a little bit at nine." Emmy interrupts him.

Ray looks to her as she gets up, a look of disappointment on his face. "I thought it would be me, you, and your brother tonight."

"I'll be back by ten. Then we can watch that scary movie Danny wants us to watch." She collects her bag. "I definitely don't want to miss him pissing his pants." She smirks down to her brother, and he scowls back.

"OK..." Ray sighs in a defeated tone.

Emmy heads back to the bathroom to get ready. Staring into the mirror, she takes a deep breath before carefully doing her make up. She puts on a little subtle blush, curls her long lashes, puts the usual black eyeliner and shadow on, fading as it approaches her plucked eyebrows. She carefully puts on some light pink sparkly lip gloss, thinking about her lips being on some stranger's cock soon. She does up her hair, brushing it, and making it just right, still sporting the same style since her makeover a week prior. She teases it up on the top to give her soft, black hair a bigger look. Her side swept bangs float over the right side of her pretty face. Emmy strips out of her night wear and puts on her dark grey low-rise skinny jeans, so tight she has to slowly shimmy them up her long thin legs. The studded belt squeezes her waist, making her firm, small, tight teenage butt pop. She adjusts her black padded bra, making sure her breasts look their best. She slips on a tight white t-shirt, just barely covering her midriff. She continues fidgeting into the mirror, vainly making everything perfect. When she's done she takes one final deep breath as she stares into the mirror, the adrenaline pumping through her as she thinks about what's going to happen. She's cautiously excited. After spraying a bit of perfume on herself, Emmy exits the bathroom.

"You're just too good." Ray says to Danny as he sits next to him on the floor, having lost again. Emmy walks past, heading to the door to put on her black high-heel suede boots. Ray looks over to her, noticing how dolled up she is. "Need a ride?"

"Nope." She replies as she finishes putting on her boots, which cover her calves. "I'm getting picked up."

"Here, take this." Ray says as he gets up and fishes out his wallet.

"Dad..."

"Just take it, in case you need it." He says as he hands her a twenty dollar bill.

"Thanks." She forces a slight smile as she takes it, feeling a bit of guilt as she knows he doesn't earn much and because of what she's leaving to do. Emmy puts on her tight black leather jacket, zipping it up. The white fur collar surrounds her neck. Her hands go behind her neck to move her hair out from the jacket, it flows down her petite backside. "Bye." She looks back at Ray, reaching to open the door.

"Wait!" Ray says as he walks back to the couch. "Almost forgot your phone." He says as he hands it to her.

"Oops." She forces a giggle. Ray curiously looks at her, again noting how distracted and anxious she seems today.

"Hurry back so we can get the movie started." Danny shouts.

"I will." Emmy looks at him. She heads for the door.

"Call me if you need anything." Ray hurriedly says as she leaves hastily.

"Yeah, bye." Emmy barely turns her head back as she continues walking away. The door shuts and Ray sighs. Out of curiosity he steps to the side and peeks through the blinds of his second-floor window. He sees Emmy walking away from the building, but taking a left down the sidewalk. A confused and concerned look dons his face as he remembers her saying she was getting picked up.

"Hey, uh..." Ray begins as he turns around. "I gotta go get something out of my car. I'll be right back, all right?" He says to Danny before promptly leaving. He rushes down the stairs and jogs to the sidewalk, looking in the direction that Emmy left. He sees her walking toward the convenience store down the street. There's a feeling he just can't shake so he keeps looking.

Emmy walks to where she's supposed to be picked up. She stands patiently with her arms folded. Finally she sees a minivan pull up to the convenience store. Her heart thumps, her blood runs cold with adrenaline, her mind races with doubt. She gulps and takes a deep breath before feeling compelled to approach the vehicle. She looks in cautiously, seeing an adult male figure in the driver's seat. He looks back, then waves her in. Her small hand rests on the handle for a brief moment before she finally opens it and gets in. Down the street, Ray continues to observe. He thinks that it must be her friend, but why not get picked up at Ray's building? He shakes it off and decides he's just being overly watchful. He heads back to his apartment.

"Hey." Emmy says as she settles into the stranger's car, trying to mask her fretful tone.

"You look even better in person. Wow." The man smiles as he looks over to her.

"Thanks." She gives him a flirtatious smile. He wears a baseball cap which obscures his face. He looks like a normal forty-year-old dad, of average stature. He wears a zip-up hooded sweatshirt and jeans.

"Gettin' cold out there, huh?" He asks casually as he begins to drive off.

"Yeah..." Emmy says quietly, playing with her hair and fixing it up a bit, perhaps out of nervousness. She shuts her eyes for a moment and takes a deep breath, her stomach shaking from the butterflies as she gazes out the window. "Nice car." She remarks, breaking the tension.

"Oh, thanks... Yeah, it's the latest model. Good vehicle." He replies, looking ahead. "So, uhh... I have a place we can go to where no one will catch us." He adds casually. He, too, is nervous and anxious about the situation. The car stops at a light. His left hand makes it down to his crotch as he leans back into the seat.

"Mhm..." Emmy responds, then notices what he's doing. She subtly bites her lip.

"You're so fuckin' hot." He says in a horny, breathy tone as his right hand leaves the wheel to stroke the back of her head, near her neck. Emmy arches into his stroking, moaning faintly. She looks up at him submissively, breathing heavier as she feels her pussy tingle. His hand now gropes her chest, slowly moving down to her crotch and thigh. He rubs her over her jeans slowly. Her head moves back against the seat, she squirms against his touch. They're interrupted by a car horn. He swiftly takes his hand away and back to the wheel. "Oops." He chuckles as he notices the green light. Emmy giggles. She's turned on by his assertiveness. Her hand goes to his crotch, rubbing his semi-erect bulge. He looks over to her with a brief aroused look, his mouth open.

"I'm so turned on right now." Emmy purrs in a very horny tone as she feels his crotch while her other hand rubs her pussy over her jeans. Suddenly she's reminded of when Mr. Butler jerked her head down to his crotch last week and how oddly turned on that made her. She shifts in the seat, her head going down to his lap. His right hand moves out of the way to allow it.

"Oh my god..." He says under his breath in amazement. Emmy moans softly as she kisses his bulge, running her lips along the outline. "You're so fucking sexy." His voice nearly trembles. He rarely experiences things like this given his average suburban family life. His right hand leaves the wheel to stroke her soft, thick hair. He slowly runs his hand through it, stroking it, gripping it a little and pressing her head against his crotch. He breathes heavier, keeping his eye on the road, occasionally looking down at the magnificent sight. His hand wanders down her back, feeling the fur of her jacket collar and the leather. Emmy continues planting kisses on his bulge. The man takes a deep breath. "We're here." He says. Emmy rises from his lap.

The car pulls up behind a small abandoned building and parks. Emmy looks around curiously. "Don't worry, we won't be caught." He says casually before moving his seat back a bit to have more room. He turns on the overhead light. He relaxes into the seat and begins to unzip his jeans. Emmy looks at him, still a bit of doubt and nervousness in her mind. He gets his dick out and holds it, looking at her. Emmy assures herself that he just seems like a normal guy, a husband, a father; just looking for some relief. Which is the truth but she's probably right to be cautious about strange men. "Come on, get that pretty mouth on my cock..." He commands, so turned on by her. Too late to turn back now.

Emmy moves closer to him, turns in the seat, and slowly lowers her head to his lap. His semi-erect cock enters her mouth, pushing past her pouty pink lips. He lets out a prolonged sigh, relaxing into the seat. His hands move her hair out of the way. He grips the back of her head with his right hand, guiding her up and down. Emmy moans softly, always turned on when she feels a man's hand on the back of her head. She bobs up and down dutifully, feeling his hardening cock on her tongue. Her mouth salivates over it. He breathes harder as he feels his cock begin to throb in her wet, eager mouth. He strokes her hair slowly. "Take it... Take it..." He groans quietly under his breath. Emmy uses the right suction, opening wide for his now fully erect cock. The slurping noises become louder. His left hand moves her hair back, holding it above her head. His right rubs up and down her back sensually, eventually moving to her ass and giving it a nice squeeze. He slaps her ass. "You like that?" He asks between clenched teeth, breathing harder. Emmy moans softly. "Yeah... Naughty girl." He groans as he bucks his hips into her mouth. Emmy continues sucking, faster and faster; going about halfway down his throbbing cock, which is about seven inches. His right hand grips the back of her neck, pushing her down hard. Emmy feels his cock poke the back of her throat. "Take that dick." He groans aggressively. He lets her up for air. She pants a little over his cock while stroking it. She goes back down, stroking his cock in unison with her mouth. His cock glistens with precum and her saliva. She goes faster, moaning as she eagerly works his dick. "Keep going... I'm gonna cum." He whispers. She feels his body breathing harder, his hips moving into her rhythmically. "Uhhh... Uhhh..." He begins to groan. "I'm gonna cum." He barely utters as he holds his breath. Emmy slows down as his cock begins to erupt in her mouth. She continues to slowly bob up and down, making sure to suck up every last drop. He pants above her, stroking her hair as he looks down. Emmy feels his warm load shoot down her throat. His breathing slows down as she continues to gently suck his cock, moaning softly as she does. "Oh fuck..." He sighs as she finishes sucking. She kisses the tip of his cock before rising up from his lap. "That was amazing." He hangs his head back against the seat, recovering from his orgasm. "Fuckin' got every last drop. My cock is clean as a whistle." He smirks as he looks down to put his cock back in his jeans. Emmy giggles playfully as she sits upright in the seat, fixing her hair and wiping her lips.

"Glad you liked it." She smiles.

"Oh fuck yeah... Phew." He exhales. They both laugh slightly. "Here..." He says as he takes out his wallet. "Eighty like you wanted."

"Thanks." Emmy smiles as she takes the cash.

"You certainly earned it." He says as she puts the money in her purse. He moves his seat forward and starts the car. "I'll drive you back to where I picked you up, all right?"

"Mhm..."

Soon after, the car pulls up in front of the convenience where he picked her up. "Do you, uh, do more?" He asks. "I was thinking maybe we could do more, y'know. Of course I would pay you for more. You're certainly worth it."

"Umm... Sure. Just email me whenever and maybe we can work something out." Emmy replies as she collects her purse.

"Yeah, I'll do that." The man looks over to her. "Bye!" He says louder as she gets out, staring at her tight ass.

"See ya!" She turns to him, smiling. Emmy slams the door and he drives off. She begins walking down the street toward her father's place. What happened was almost a blur to her. It's as if she was on auto-pilot. It begins to bother her slightly that she did it. She feels cheap and used, but she can't help but feel satisfied from it. She walks slowly in silence, her arms folded, looking down as the repetitive clicking from her heels on the sidewalk fill the air.

Emmy arrives outside of her father's building. She stands outside, taking a moment, but also knowing she wasn't gone for as long as she said she would be. She takes out her phone to check the time and to read texts. The main door to the building opens behind her. Two young men walk out. Emmy notices but doesn't look, just steps aside.

"Hey baby girl, how you doin'? You just move in?" One of the young men asks in a flirtatious manner as they approach.

Emmy looks up from her phone. "Oh, uh, me? No. I don't live here."

"Mmm mmm..." The bold young man looks her up and down. "Damn, you fine as hell. You got a boyfriend, chica?" He grins as he stares. Emmy notices he's a muscular guy, probably in his mid-late twenties, and obviously a latino from his skin tone and accent. He wears a white wife beater tank top and baggy jeans.

"Uh..." Emmy stammers a bit uncomfortably. "No." She replies somewhat meekly, smiling a bit as she looks down.

"Yo, can you believe this girl doesn't have a man?" He asks playfully as he turns to his smaller friend. "Shit, son. That's a tragedy. What's your name, baby girl?" He turns back to her, putting on a charming smile.

"Emmy." She smiles up at him submissively.

"Emmy... I like that." He grins and allows a moment to pass. "I'm Gabriel. Nice to meet you." He grabs her hand and holds it in place as he lowers his head to kiss it. Emmy blushes, caught off guard. He steps closer, Emmy begins to feel a bit uncomfortable and intimidated. "Come party with us tonight, mami. We'll show you a good time." He says in a low tone as his left hand caresses her shoulder, stroking her hair a little. He puts his arm around her. Emmy resists, stammering as she finds the courage to talk back. His grip on her tightens a bit. "Playing hard to get, huh?" He asks playfully, smiling down at her.

The main door opens behind them. "Back off." A stern voice interrupts. Gabriel and his friend look back, so does Emmy.

"Thought you said you didn't have a boyfriend, chica?" Gabriel asks as he takes his arm off her.

"I'm her father, so fuck off. She's not interested." Ray gets closer. He heard the chatter from his window, and saw Emmy being visibly uncomfortable as he approached the main door.

"Yo, relax, esé. She ain't your little girl anymore." Gabriel says boldly, staring back at Ray.

Emmy backs up, her heart pounding. Ray steps to the younger man. "I'm not your esé, motherfucker. Keep walkin'." He retorts confidently, pointing toward the sidewalk.

"Yo, watch who you're talkin' to, puto." Gabriel becomes visibly enraged, approaching Ray.

"Try me. I'll break your fuckin' jaw." Ray responds in equal measure. This kind of confrontation isn't new to Ray given his criminal past. That was a long time ago but he can still be tough. He would do anything to protect his children. The two men are about to come to blows as Emmy watches, frightened.

"Yo, chill. Chill. Come on, man." Gabriel's friend comes between them, putting his arm in front of him. "Come on, let's just go. It's not worth it."

Gabriel and Ray stare into each others eyes for a moment. "You're lucky, puto." Gabriel says as he backs off, pointing at Ray.

"Dad, let's go inside. Please." Emmy meekly suggests, her voice trembling a bit as she approaches her father. Ray shakes his head as he watches them leave.

"You OK?" He relaxes as he looks down at Emmy.

"I'm fine." Emmy sighs.

"Fuckin' creeps. I'm sorry that happened, Em. Come on." He says as his right hand rests on her back, leading her to the door. He opens it for her, looking back one final time at the two young hispanic men as they walk away.

Emmy and Ray enter his apartment. "What was that?" Danny asks curiously, having heard the commotion.

"Nothing." Ray shrugs it off casually as Emmy unzips her leather jacket. She takes a deep breath and exhales in relief, reflecting in her mind about what just happened. It's been an eventful thirty minutes since she left. Ray looks at her as she stares off in deep contemplation, a bit worried about her. "So, uh, let's start up that movie." He says to Danny. Emmy leaves to get back into her nightwear. Inside the bathroom she touches herself again, thinking about what she did. She also thinks about Gabriel's aggressiveness, he scared her but it also turned her on. Emmy shakes it off and tells herself to forget about everything for now.

While watching the movie, Ray looks over at his two children and feels content. He's finally getting his family back and getting to make up for the years he was gone. He looks at Emmy, and Danny between them on the couch, thinking about how grown up she is now. During the scary scenes of the movie he loves that Danny takes comfort in the security of his big sister's shoulder. And he feels proud of Emmy for being a good sibling to him. He thinks about how she seems to have been a surrogate mother to him the past handful of years. A smile comes across his face. The movie comes to an end. Ray looks over to the other side of the couch, noticing Danny has fallen asleep on Emmy's shoulder. He smiles, Emmy smiles back. They quietly laugh.

"Danny." She shrugs her right shoulder. He wakes up. "Come on, let's go to bed." They both get up. Emmy leads him to Ray's bedroom, they're taking his bed while he sleeps on the couch. "Good night." Emmy says as she turns to leave.

"You're not going to bed now?" Danny asks.

"No... Why, are you scared from the movie?" She smirks back at him.

"No." He replies indignantly.

"Yeah you are." She continues to tease. "It's only a movie, dummy." Emmy says in an empathetic tone as she approaches him. "I'll be back soon, OK?" She says softly down to him before tucking him in.

Emmy rejoins her father. "Beer?" He asks up to her as she enters the room.

"I thought you didn't drink..." Emmy says in a somewhat agitated and disappointed tone.

"Nothing wrong with a few beers here and there. It's not like I'm doing drugs or anything." He says casually as he gets up.

"But I'm not old enough..."

"Doesn't matter. You're mature. Just don't tell Chris the cop." He says with conviction. Emmy smiles a little, feeling good about being treated as an adult for once. Ray comes back with two bottles and hands her one after opening it for her. They watch television for a few moments in awkward silence. "So, uh... You know, you're a really good sister, Em."

"What do you mean?" Emmy asks after drinking.

"Oh, nothing. Just been noticing how good you are with him. I'm proud of you." He looks over at her.

"Thanks... I guess." She responds. "We're close. I look out for him."

"I know. And he loves you for it, I can tell." Ray continues. "I know it was hard when I left, especially with your mother being the way she is..."

"We stuck by each other closely I guess." Emmy looks down. "He's still very, I don't know... Kid-like sometimes. Like he doesn't act his age."

"Nah..." Ray shrugs it off. "He'll be fine."

They continue talking while drinking, the television acting as background noise. "Listen, uh, about earlier..." Ray begins, breaking another brief moment of silence. "I didn't want you to see me like that. That's not who I am. Not anymore." He says in a remorseful tone.

"It's OK." Emmy replies back to him.

"You'll understand some day when you have kids of your own. Especially if you have a daughter. There's a lot of predatory guys out there, Em." He frankly states.

"I know." Emmy nods slightly. She knows all too well.

"So, uh, anyway..." Ray begins, thinking about questioning her about getting picked up down the street rather than getting picked up at his place earlier. "My boss at work needs a new babysitter. I told him I'd ask you." He decides not to inquire. "Said he'd pay you good."

"Um... OK, when?" Emmy asks curiously. In her mind she feels a bit guilty knowing she's been prostituting herself and her dad has gotten her a babysitting job.

"Wednesday. I'll give him your number." He replies.

"OK." Emmy finishes drinking her beer. "I think I'm gonna go to bed." She yawns and stretches her arms up in the air.

"Oh yeah, wait a second. I almost forgot." Ray says excitedly before rising from the couch. He walks over to his jacket and fishes in the pocket. Emmy looks on curiously, feeling a bit disappointed as she notices the empty bottles of beer on the table. He sits back down with a small jewelry box in his hand. Emmy looks a bit anxious and uncomfortable. Even if they've gotten closer recently she's still damaged from his absence all those years. "Don't worry, I'm not proposing." He chuckles. Emmy smiles slightly. "Here, it's a gift." He hands it to her. Emmy opens it. "It's, uh, it's just a little something."

"Dad... You really shouldn't have." Emmy says as she holds the silver necklace and looks at it.

"I can afford it, don't worry." He assures her, hoping she'll like it.

"I love it, dad. Thanks." She smiles, tilting her head up to him. She puts it on around her neck.

"It's a locket. Go on, open it."

She looks down and holds the heart-shaped locket in her hand, opening it carefully. On the inside is an old picture of her and Ray, smiling happily into the camera. The other half of the inside reads 'I love you, Em.'

Ray gulps nervously. "You like it?" He asks as she gazes at it. He thought about getting this after the first day he got back from prison and saw the broken heart tattoo above her ass. The tattoo is of a drawing she made him when she was a little girl, except the heart was in one piece. He got it tattooed on his chest shortly after. He hopes to mend it back together, slowly if need be. "Em?" He quietly says, a concerned expression forming on his face as he notices her sob a little.

"I love it." She says as she looks back up at him, tears in her eyes. "I love you, dad." She smiles, her voice trembling.

"Oh, baby..." He rushes over to her, fighting back tears himself. "I love you so much." He wraps his arms around her and kisses her on the head. They stay there for a moment, then slowly release. "Are you OK?" He asks down at her in a concerned tone.

Emmy nods. "Yeah." She sniffs. "Thanks. I'll wear it forever." She smiles. "Think I'm gonna go to bed now."

"OK, baby." He says quietly. They both stand up. He hugs her once more, holding her head against his chest. "Good night, sweetie. Thank you so much for doing this tonight. You make me so happy." He smiles down at her.

"Night, dad." She smiles back. Emmy goes to the bathroom and resists the urge to weep from her guilt and overwhelming emotion. She buries her face in a towel, wanting to scream and cry her eyes out. She can barely look at herself in the mirror. She regrets agreeing to stay at his place tonight. Uncomfortable with real emotion, Emmy is typically guarded. She obviously has unresolved issues about her dad, what happened when he was gone, and her hyper-sexuality. She wishes she could just hate her dad so she won't have to think about how devastated he would be if he knew how sexually active she is. After taking a deep breath and splashing water on her face, she tries to forget about everything and just go to bed. She climbs in next to her sleeping brother, gently kissing him on the forehead.



"Whoa... This is awesome." Danny remarks excitedly as they enter the suite.

"Sure is." Mr. Howard nods, looking around the suite with a satisfied smile. His daughter, Kelly, yawns as she enters.

"This is really cool, thanks for bringing us, Mr. Howard." Emmy looks over to her friend's father, who she had sex with just a week ago. She smiles as she observes the nice suite, noting the nice furniture, catered food, and bar area.

"My pleasure." He replies, giving her a smirk.

"Check out the view, Em." Danny turns his head back to his big sister as he holds onto the railing. Emmy walks to the open area, past the three rows of seats in Mr. Howard's luxury box, joining her little brother.

"Wow." She smiles, overlooking the lower seats of the arena. She and Danny observe people finding their seats, filling up the venue.

"Feel free to treat yourselves." Mr. Howard says to them.

His daughter, Emmy's friend, isn't impressed as she grew up with a well-off family and has been here before. "Move." Kelly commands her own little brother, same age as Danny, as she makes way to the front row of the box.

"Behave yourselves while I get our other guests, OK?" Mr. Howard says to his kids. This is his annual rental of a luxury suite for the home opener game of the local professional ice hockey team. He usually rents out the corporate box just for his employees but this year he brought his kids, his daughter's friend Emmy, along with Emmy's brother who is a big fan of the team. It's also about him wanting to impress Emmy and have an excuse to be around her, given what they've been doing lately. He hasn't been able to get his mind off her. Mr. Howard returns with his ten employees, most of them guys, filling out the fifteen person suite. The group commiserates in the lounge area, having drinks, eating food from the buffet. Mr. Howard approaches Emmy as soon as he sees her without Kelly or her brother Danny, standing near the refrigerator. "I'm really glad you came." He says quietly down to her, putting his hand on her arm briefly.

"Thanks for inviting us." She smiles back, giving him a flirtatious look as they stare into each others eyes for a moment. Emmy remembers the great sex they had a week prior.

"I was thinking maybe we could get away somewhere at intermission and have some fun..." Mr. Howard, or Brian as he's told Emmy to call him, says down to her. He has insatiable lust for his daughter's hot friend.

"Would this fun involve me being on my knees?" She asks in a flirtatious manner, smiling up at him and tilting her head, biting her lip as she looks down at his crotch, then looking back up to him. He grins back, already getting so turned on by her. Emmy looks the same as she did two nights prior when she got dolled up to suck off that stranger for cash; wearing the same outfit and wearing the same hairstyle and make up. The other guys that Brian invited, his employees, have definitely noticed Emmy, but also Brian's equally hot blonde daughter.

"Come on, it's starting soon." Danny interrupts them, tugging on his sister's arm. Everyone settles into their seats, with Brian, Emmy, Kelly, and the two boys taking the front row. The two rows of five behind them are filled by Brian's employees. The boys, Danny especially, really enjoy the game. Emmy and Kelly sit together, not nearly as into it. They both are still recovering from their Sunday afternoon hangover. Emmy, as she usually does on a weekend, drank her stress away. The pair of teen girls spend more time on their phones and chatting away than caring about the game.

During the first period, Brian subtly touches Emmy as they sit next to each other. She looks back, smiling up at him, then reciprocates with her own sly touch, rubbing his leg for a second. They go back and forth every few minutes, upping the ante on one another. Brian gets bolder, moving his hand behind her and slowly rubbing her lower back, taking advantage of his distracted daughter. Emmy smiles up at him, biting her lip slowly. She gets very turned on by his boldness and confidence, and also feeling an urge to please him after treating her and her brother like this. They rarely get to do such things. Suddenly, the crowd erupts with a roar and the goal horn is played. The upper deck above them and the lower seats below them cheer wildly for the first goal of the season. The employees rise to their feet, as do the boys, Kelly, and Brian. Emmy makes a swift decision to one-up Brian, and pretends to have accidentally dropped her phone on the ground. She quickly gets on her knees, almost right in front of him as he stands. He looks down, trying not to notice it too much. Emmy reaches for her phone and then rises, her hand subtly running up Brian's leg as she rises to her feet. Brian reaches over to his daughter and gives her a high-five, then gives a high-five to the boys as they cheer, then turning back to his employees as they all celebrate. Finally, he leans into Emmy. "Good one." He says quietly into her ear. They both act like nothing happened. Nearing the end of the period, Brian texts Emmy his plan for them to sneak off together.

"Kelly, come here..." Brian orders his daughter. They stand around in the lounge area of the private box as the intermission begins. "Take this and get the boys some merch, some hats or something." He hands his daughter some bills.

Kelly sighs. "Fine, come on." She says to the two boys.

"Uh, I have to go to the restroom so I'll just stay up here." Emmy interjects as she stands not far off.

"Um... OK." Kelly says, expecting Emmy to join her on the trip. As Kelly leaves, Emmy and Brian give each other a knowing look. Emmy casually sneaks to the private bathroom of the suite. She awaits Brian patiently, fixing herself up in the mirror for him. Her heart pounds with excitement and anticipation. She's momentarily interrupted by a fleeting thought of her dad and the tender moment she shared with him two days prior. She grasps the necklace he gave her, holding onto the silver locket. She takes it off and puts it in her purse.

Brian edges closer to the restroom, waiting for the right moment. The rest of the group disperses around the suite, some of them leaving to other parts of the arena. As soon as no one is looking, he swiftly heads down the short hall to his suite's private bathroom. "Don't think anyone saw me." He says quietly as he shuts the door. As soon as he turns around, Emmy eagerly approaches him with a kiss. They passionately make out for a moment, Emmy moaning softly as she leans up to him, feeling his arms hold her.

"I've been so looking forward to pleasing you, daddy." Emmy smiles up to him, saying in her horny, soft voice. She got so turned on when he entered, feeling such a strong urge to please him. She's very attracted to his age, his demeanor, and the fact that he's very successful. It doesn't hurt that he's also been somewhat of a father figure to her in recent years. Plus, he fucks her really well.

"Yeah, I know you have. You're a good girl." Brian grins down, his hands on her hips holding her against him. He hasn't hesitated to manipulate her obvious daddy issues ever since she surprised him with a blowjob that one night. He looks her up and down, almost shaking from how pent up he's been. "You're so fucking hot, baby." He says quietly before aggressively picking her up, both hands holding onto the back of her thighs. Emmy wraps her arms around his neck. They gaze into each others eyes as he carries her over to the sink and sits her on it. She loves being held by him. Her thin legs wrap around his torso as he feels her tits over her tight leather jacket, then eagerly burying his face into them. She moans softly into his ear, he breathes harder as he feels his crotch ignite. They kiss more, her head a bit higher than his as she sits on the counter top.

"I wanna suck your cock, daddy." Emmy purrs in-between smooching. Her legs quiver a bit from how turned on she is, feeling her pussy tingle.

"You belong on your knees in front of daddy, hmm?" He whispers in a baby voice up to her, cupping her pretty face with his hands. Emmy nods, pouting submissively. Brian jerks her off the counter and holds her tightly against him, his hands going down to grab her tight ass as they kiss once more. He rotates, still holding onto her as his back now faces the counter. "Get on your knees, baby." He demands.

Emmy can't collapse to her knees fast enough. Brian hastily undoes his belt and drops his pants. She takes his half-hard cock into her mouth, feeling his meat push open her pink lips. She looks up at him submissively for a moment. He loves the sight of his cock in her mouth. Emmy focuses on his cock, working it in her mouth dutifully. Her eager mouth salivates over it. Her right hand cups his balls, slowly rubbing them. Her left grips the shaft as her mouth moves back-and-forth. She sucks on his cock, moaning softly as she feels herself get wet. Emmy feels his now throbbing cock on her tongue, filling her mouth over and over. It's a bit above average and not too thick, but far from skinny. The wet plunging sounds of his cock filling her mouth and the slurping noises get louder. "You're so fucking good at sucking my cock." Brian groans quietly above her, stroking her thick hair slowly. Her deep eyes look up at him submissively as she slows down, moaning softly as she feels his hand on the back of her head. "Yeah, take it." He says dominantly as he pushes her head back down. Emmy's hands now rest on each thigh. He begins to buck his hips into her, pumping his cock down her throat. He groans between his clenched teeth. Emmy feels his cock poke the back of her little throat. He stops and allows her to come up for air. She arches back further, her face tilting up to him. "You like that, baby?" He whispers down.

"I love your cock, daddy..." She moans, gazing up at him. She licks the underside of the tip as she jacks it with her hands, still looking up to him submissively. Her other hand rubs his balls as she runs her lips over the glistening tip, jacking his cock faster.

"You want daddy's load down your throat, baby?" He says quietly, his knees shaking a bit from the surge of pleasure, and breathing harder. Emmy moans submissively as she nods slightly with the tip of his cock between her wet lips. She gives it a few more sucks, working his shaft up and down with both hand and mouth. "Yeah... Yeah... I'm gonna cum." He says under his breath. She gets deeper, and takes his cock all the way in her mouth and down her throat. "Ahh..." He exhales as his body tenses up, beginning to feel his cock pump into her throat. Emmy forces herself on his cock, her nose pressed against his pubis. She cups his balls gently. "F... Fuuuck." His voice trembles as he looks down. Emmy feels his pulsating cock shoot a big load directly down her throat. She expertly takes his cock and his load with ease. Brian hangs his head back, panting a bit. He looks back down to see and feel Emmy slowly coming up his cock, her lips wrapped around it firmly. His wet, sensitive cock gently pops out of her mouth. Emmy continues to lick and suck slowly, her eyes gazing up at him as she does. He looks down in amazement, the great orgasm subsiding. She plants several wet kisses along the tip, then gently kisses each of his balls. "Oh my god, baby..." He sighs above her, looking down as she smiles up at him.

Brian picks his pants up and buckles his belt. Emmy zips him up slowly and carefully, then he takes her hands and holds onto them, helping her up off her knees. He wraps his arms around her and holds her tight. "I hope I did good for you, daddy..." Emmy says submissively as she buries the side of her face into his chest, desperately seeking his affection and approval.

"Oh, baby... You're incredible." Brian whispers as he strokes her hair slowly, holding her head against his chest. He can't believe how enamored he is with her. "I love you, baby." He says before kissing her on the forehead. He loves how much of a slut she is, how needy and submissive she is. Emmy moans softly as he holds her. "We should get back, the second period is starting soon." He says, releasing his hold and pushing her shoulders back slightly.

"Yeah." Emmy nods up at him, so satisfied from what they did. Brian goes to the door and holds it open slightly, looking down the short hall way and into the suite to see if his daughter is back. Emmy looks into the mirror and fixes herself up.

"Shit." Brian says to himself as his daughter and the boys enter his field of view as he was just about to leave. His heart pounds. Emmy looks on curiously, also worried about getting caught. Brian waits patiently for the right opportunity. He sees his daughter looking around the suite, probably looking for him. As soon as she turns her back, he leaves down the hall. He enters the main lounge area, as calm and collected as he can be.

"I didn't see you." Kelly says as she notices her dad standing there.

"Yeah, I uhh, I went to go see someone down at the lower seats." He responds casually. The two continue talking. Hidden behind Brian was Danny, who saw him come out of the short hall that leads to the private restroom.

Shortly after, Emmy appears from the short hall. She walks past Danny, not noticing him. "Hey." He says, startling her a bit.

"Oh, hey." She says casually, smiling down at him. "You scared me." Danny looks up at her, being a bit confused by seeing his big sister come out of the same hall as Mr. Howard. "So, whatcha get?" Emmy inquires, her nerves a bit rattled, hoping no one suspects anything, especially her brother.

"Umm... A hat, a puck, and I got you this." He holds up a stuffed miniature version of the team's mascot.

"Aw, thanks." Emmy smiles as she holds the stuffed animal. "Did you say thank you to Mr. Howard?" Danny shakes his head. "Come on." Emmy leads him to the man who just dropped a load down her throat. She looks down at her brother as Brian notices their presence.

"Thanks for buying me this stuff and for inviting us." Danny smiles up at him graciously.

"Oh, uh, you're welcome, bud." Brian smiles back down. Danny joins Kelly and her brother at the seats. Emmy walks past Brian, both of them smirking at each other. They all sit back down as the second period is moments away from starting.



"Hey, uh... Hey, Emmy." Jason meekly enters Emmy's periphery as she stands in front of her locker, chatting with her best friend Kelly. Last period has just ended.

"Hey... Jason." Emmy replies uncomfortably, her body language giving off a dismissive vibe. She barely notices him at first, turning to face him as Kelly gives off the same dismissive vibe. They're not used to lesser guys talking to them.

Jason awkwardly stares for a brief moment. "Oh, um... Yeah, I was just wondering when you want to get started on that presentation for global history class." He utters in a rushed fashion, his stomach rumbling with nervousness. Emmy is his object of intense infatuation, and being paired with her for the project by their teacher is both a blessing and a curse. He gets to spend time with her but he also has to endure the nerve wracking experience of talking to her.

"Um..." Emmy's mind races with something to say to him, fully aware he's infatuated with her. Kelly looks down, trying not to laugh. "Well, I don't know..." Emmy's eyes shift to the side uncomfortably. She was hoping Jason would just do all the work, because after all he's been doing a lot of her work throughout the year thus far.

"I was just thinking that since, y-you know, it's due tomorrow that we could get together and, uh... And finish it." Jason continues nervously, not able to look her in the face, giving off obviously awkward body language as he fidgets.

"I, uh, I thought you had it." Emmy forces a smile up to him. Kelly continues to watch the awkward scene from beside her friend, subtly giggling.

"I do, I did... I, uh, well, there's part of the project that requires us both to work on it." Jason says in slight trepidation. He's not good socially, especially with girls he likes. He's a nerd and she's a hot popular girl, and he's well aware of this. "So, if you're free, I was wondering if we could go to my house." He concentrates on sounding confident, although it's mostly a futile effort.

"Um..." Emmy thinks of an excuse or diversion. She turns to Kelly, hoping for her to bail her out.

"I have my dad's car today, so I can drive you home." Jason utters as he notices Emmy stammer.

"Yeah, you should go, Emmy." Kelly speaks up, looking at her uncomfortable friend. "I can't have you over anyways, my parents are having their anniversary tonight." She begins to walk away, leaving Emmy behind. "Have fun." Kelly smiles over her shoulder back at Emmy.

Emmy stares back at her in disbelief, perturbed that she blatantly lied and left her hanging with him. She sighs and decides to just give in. "Sure."

Jason smiles, but is conscious enough not to smile too much. "Awesome." He says as he turns. "So, shall we?" He motions with his arm down the long hall way. Emmy awkwardly smiles up at him through the corner of her eye as she begins walking ahead. She stares down at her phone as they walk together. He tries to talk to her about some new movie and she just nods along, not really listening. She keeps a decent distance, subtly looking around for people noticing them together.

"Bitch." Emmy texts Kelly, who replies in kind with a sarcastic smiley face.

"My car is just across the street." Jason says as they exit through the main entrance, his nerves having calmed somewhat. Emmy follows him with her arms crossed. They walk past a group of Emmy's friends, spearheaded by a playfully snickering Kelly. Emmy feels embarrassed. The group observes the two entering the car, one of the guys making a faux cat call sound loudly enough for Emmy to hear as she enters. The group laughs and Emmy gives them a very brief middle finger before slamming the door shut. Jason hears it as well. He may be socially aloof but he knows when he's being mocked. He stares ahead as he puts the keys into the ignition.

Emmy looks over at him, noticing his dejected expression. "They're just assholes." She says in a sympathetic tone, hoping to quell what he must be feeling.

"All right, let's go." He shakes it off and begins to drive. He's used to being mocked. Of course it's strange that she would ever be with him. But out of survival he's become accustomed to letting things roll off his back, or at least trying to. Emmy continues to look over at him, feeling sorry. She pities him. It's not that she doesn't like him, just that he's not her type at all and due to typical teenage immaturity and peer pressure, she cannot associate with him. They sit there in silence for a moment. "Hey, uh, were you in a car at this stop light about a week and a half ago?" Jason asks timidly as he drives, remembering the scene he witnessed.

"Hmm?" Emmy fails to hear the question.

"A-at this stop light almost two weeks ago, after school when I walked with you down the hall. I thought I saw you in a car when I was crossing the street." He focuses on making sure she hears him.

"Oh, uh..." Emmy remembers the event, being jerked down to Mr. Butler's lap as he panicked upon seeing Jason. "Nope. Must have been someone else." She lies casually.

"Yeah, probably." Jason responds.

They arrive at Jason's home. It's a modest two-story house. Emmy follows him inside. "Hi, honey." A voice can be heard from across the house as the two teens enter.

"Hi, mom." Jason says meekly, hoping to avoid any embarrassment from his doting mother.

"Can you go out and rake the leaves before your father gets home?" The slightly shrill voice gets louder as Jason's mother walks toward the vestibule. The older woman with grey hair appears in view, noticing that Jason has a friend with him.

"Can I do it later? We have to work on something for school." Jason responds.

"Are you going to introduce me to your friend here?" His mother asks as she smiles at Emmy. It's rare that Jason has a friend over, and even more rare that he brings a girl over. In fact, this is the first time his mother has seen him with a girl.

"Oh, uh, this is Emmy." Jason says awkwardly.

"Hi." Emmy smiles politely.

"Hi, dear. How are you?" His mother says ecstatically. She notices how pretty her son's friend is. Thankfully Emmy is looking a bit more subdued today, otherwise Jason's conservative mother would think he's brought home a whore.

"Um, I'm good." Emmy says shyly.

"Come on." Jason says quietly as he motions for her to follow him to the stairs.

"Do you kids want something to drink? I can bring up some fruit punch. Or cookies. Is your friend staying for dinner?" His nebbish mother asks.

"No thanks, mom." Jason says in an agitated tone as he rushes up the stairs with Emmy behind him.

They enter his room. Emmy looks around it, noting how organized it is. "I like your house." Emmy says to him politely as he shuts the door behind her, his face a bit red from embarrassment. She recognized how clean and sterile his house is, with antique furniture everywhere. He's obviously the child of older parents.

"Th-thanks." He says quietly, concentrating on not shaking from having her in his room. "Uh..." He watches as she sits on his bed. He's thought about this image for years. Emmy notices him staring. "Sorry about, uh, about my mom." He forces a playful chuckle.

"She seems nice." Emmy says politely.

"So, um, this is my room." Jason stands there awkwardly, taking a deep breath.

"Cool room." Emmy tries to sound sincere, looking at her surroundings. She notices the book shelf, the science fiction and video game posters, and figurines neatly standing on his long desk.

"So... So I guess we should get started." He says as he sits at his computer desk. His stubby finger goes to boot it up, shaking a little. Having Emmy in his room is almost a sensory overload for him.

"Oh yeah, I need to be somewhere at six, so can you drive me home at like five? I need to get ready..." Emmy says as she takes out her phone. She goes through her old texts to confirm the time.

"Sure." Jason agrees obediently.

"Thanks." Emmy says softly in the same bubbly tone she uses when she wants something. The same tone she uses when she gets him to do a paper for her.

Throughout the next hour and change the two work on the presentation for their history class project. Jason can hardly concentrate as she kneels beside him at his desk, looking at whatever is on his computer screen. He smells her sweet scent. The verbal exchange is mostly awkward. His mind races with things to talk to her about. As expected, Emmy's contribution is minimal and he does most of the work as she looks down at her phone. Out of boredom and tedium, Emmy flirts with him slightly for her own amusement. She accidentally touches his hand, puts her hand on his leg.

"You're so smart, Jason." Emmy says softly, smiling up at him and tilting her head. They've just finished the project.

"Uh, thanks." He responds bashfully.

Emmy stands up. "So, we're done?"

"Uh, yeah..." He says as he quickly ponders the idea of showing her something. "Before we go, d-do you wanna see this video I made? It's quick." He blurts out as he rolls his chair back and turns to her.

"Sure." Emmy smiles.

"Just let me get it, it's uh, it's..." Jason is interrupted by Emmy suddenly sitting on his lap. "Right... Here." He finishes as he's in awe of what's happening. Her little tight ass is near his crotch. His heart thumps and he has to stop himself from breathing heavily.

"Is this it?" Emmy asks curiously as she nonchalantly sits on his lap, though she knows what she's doing to him. She watches the screen as he stares at her ass, his body frozen in place. "Cool." Emmy giggles softly as she watches his video, some video game related thing that she hardly understands. Jason's social clumsiness clouds his judgment, that's the only explanation for him thinking it would be a good idea to have her watch his nerdy video. She gets up and turns to him, looking down. "Come on, let's go." She pleads playfully like a child, pouting down to him.

It takes him a moment to respond. "Yeah." He nods awkwardly, his mouth dry. He's not very socially perceptive but he can tell that she's been completely uninterested in him for years, which is why feeling her touch and her flirty behavior confuses him. They depart.

"Hey, um... Can I ask you something?" Emmy turns to Jason as he stops the car in front of Emmy's home, the condo belonged to her uncle Chris.

"Sure, yeah, of course." Jason responds, finding it hard to maintain eye contact with her.

"I need a drive to where I'm going at six... I was wondering if you could drive me?" Emmy asks sweetly, tilting her head. "I won't take that long to get ready. You can come up and wait with me."

"Uh, sure. Yeah, I can do that." Jason blurts out. Of course he would say yes.

"Thanks." Emmy smiles. "You're the best." She knows she can play him like a fiddle.

They make their way up to the condo. Chris is at work so Emmy lets herself in. Jason looks around as he enters. He assumes it's her parents place, or her father's. It looks like what it is - the condo of a single police sergeant. It's mostly barren and somewhat messy. "You can stay in my room if you want." Emmy looks over her shoulder back at him as she walks past.

"Uh, sure." Jason utters quietly. His mind races with something to say about her place, just to make any conversation but he's clearly flustered. He follows her to her room. "Nice room." He remarks quietly, noticing the pink, black, and purple color scheme that permeates the bedroom.

"Thanks." Emmy politely smiles back to him as she goes to her dresser. She gathers some things and heads back out. Jason lingers in the doorway, frozen in place awkwardly.

"Sorry." Jason says meekly as he steps out of her way. They laugh it off awkwardly.

"You can sit on my bed if you want." Emmy says kindly, recognizing how nervous he is.

Jason sits down, his hands feeling her soft, furry pink comforter. Emmy enters the bathroom. Jason relaxes a bit and breathes in, taking in the nice smell of her room. He looks around at the clothes scattered about, the makeup products near her dresser mirror, the posters of bands and singers on her wall. He can't help but think about how this is his ultimate fantasy - to be in her room. He runs his hand over her soft comforter, then looks at her pillow. He picks it up and sniffs it creepily. He looks ahead to an open drawer of her dresser. He leans forward and takes a peak. His heart flutters as he notices that it must be her panty drawer. He touches a pink lace bra that's hanging off the side. Jason grabs a pair of the panties, his hand shaking as he feels the soft cotton. He can't resist the urge to shove the pink panties in his face. He breathes in heavily, his breath shaking as he exhales. Suddenly he hears the bathroom door open. He puts the panties back in the drawer in a startled panic, sitting back down on the bed.

"Forgot something..." Emmy says casually as she re-enters the room, dressed in only a white towel, held up to cover her breasts and barely covering her private parts. Jason's heart races from the panic of almost getting caught smelling her panties and seeing her in only a towel. Emmy grabs something from her dresser and heads back to the bathroom. Shortly after he hears the shower turn on, Jason goes back to rummaging through her underwear drawer. He makes sure not to leave any drool on them. He wants to take his dick out and jack off with them but resists the temptation. Standing up, he looks around for other things to check out. He slowly opens her closet door as his heart pounds in excitement. He sees all the different jackets and boots he's seen her wear. His hands run through them. He rubs his cock over his pants as he thinks about her. Just then he hears the shower stop so he sits back down out of fear and guilt. He takes a deep breath as he hears the sound of a blow dryer.

Emmy gets ready in the bathroom, doing her hair and makeup. She makes sure her hair is perfect. It's soft, thick, teased up at the top a bit, bangs with pink highlights swept over the left side of her face. It's black but shiny in the light, straight and running down her slim back. She dolls up her face, putting on light foundation to accentuate her nice and smooth alabaster skin and a very faintly pink blush highlights her angular cheeks. She delicately curls her long eyelashes, just below her already thinly plucked eyebrows. Black eyeliner is carefully applied, slightly upturned wings sticking out from each outward side. She also applies a faint silver eye shadow with a bit of glitter. Her sexy big brown eyes are perfectly showcased. She paints her full lips a shiny light pink. She spends many minutes making sure she looks perfectly dolled up.

Emmy checks the time and realizes she's ahead of schedule. She thinks to herself for a moment, thinking about where she's going and what she's going to do. The familiar light of sex flickers in her head and she gets aroused. She starts thinking about how she's been teasing Jason. "What if I go all the way and blow his mind?" She ponders as she looks into the mirror. "I do feel bad about using him... It would be so amazing to him, like it would seriously make his day, his year actually..." She gets lost in her thoughts. Her familiar naughty smirk comes across her face as she looks into the mirror.

Jason sits on the bed patiently, looking down at his erection that causes a bulge in his loose-fitting cargo pants. He hears the bathroom door open and sits up, trying to place his hands in a casual position over his bulge. Emmy walks into his field of view, entering the room dressed in only her bra and panties. "Uh, uh..." Jason stammers, looking away because he doesn't want to stare.

"Relax." Emmy giggles as she casually enters and goes to her drawer.

"Sorry, uh, sh-should I leave?" Jason stammers in his dry voice, not wanting to make her upset or uncomfortable.

"I'm getting dressed. You can watch if you want." Emmy replies casually with her back to him.

"Uh... OK." Jason quietly says as he stares at her tight ass. She bends over to get clothes from her bottom drawer. Her tight, firm ass is right in front of him. Her black lace panties barely cover it. Emmy begins to put on a pair of tight stonewashed jeans with a few rips going down the thighs. She shimmies the tight jeans up her thin legs. As she pulls them up to her waist, barely getting them over her butt, Jason can see her tits jiggle in the reflection of the mirror. He stares at them, loving how firm and busty they look tra