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Slut9Chapter 9: Wednesday free porn video
Wednesday, December 20th
Dave left at five o'clock the next morning, just as usual, to get to work on the other side of town by six. He left Olivia sleeping in one of the two twin beds in the girls bedroom with instructions not to answer the phone or open the door for anyone. He didn't want to even think about how to explain her presence in his apartment.
The two had gone back out the night before. Dave had driven them back to the car rental lot where he had rented the van. He had returned the van and picked up his own car. The two then went to Olivia's hotel where she grabbed her luggage and checked out. With her luggage in the trunk of his car, they then went down the street to the Denny's where Olivia climbed into her own rented car and followed Dave back to his apartment. Both were exhausted from a long and stressful day. They shared a quick hug and kiss, bid each other goodnight, and went off to separate rooms and beds.
As he drove to work, Dave thought very carefully about the situation he and Olivia were now in. He didn't doubt a word she had told him the night before. He didn't doubt that SLuT9 was dangerous. He didn't doubt that she was telling the entire truth about Dr. Jan Casey and his mental state before his untimely death. He didn't doubt that SLuT10 would work just as she had explained it to him. He didn't even doubt that she was now his lifelong slave, there to serve him and in danger of a suicidal depression should he make her leave.
Olivia, and what to do with or about her, were what occupied his mind as he made his way through morning rush hour traffic. He had known before he'd gone to bed the night before that his conscience would not allow him to send her away and let her commit suicide. It just wasn't in him. He was sure his daughter Emily would have informed him of that almost immediately had she been there. It left open the question of what to do with Olivia and how to explain her extended presence there to his ex-wife, his two daughters, and the rest of his extended family.
Olivia had suggested telling everyone that she was his new girlfriend but that would never float with his family. Rebecca had teased him numerous times about not having someone in his life, even after more than two years apart. Both of his daughters had been at the apartment only the weekend before. If he'd had a girlfriend, or even if he was dating, he would have told them. Emily would know that, even if Hayley didn't think about it. His sister, Jennifer, would also question his thinking if he mentioned that he now had a girlfriend living with him. It was all simply too sudden for that story to make sense.
The one thing that soothed Dave's jangled nerves was the fact that he could tell Emily exactly what had happened. He had told her of the SluT9. She had even felt it's effects when she consciously decided to stab herself with the SLuT9-dipped pin. Dave pushed those thoughts aside quickly. He already felt guilty enough about what had happened with Emily the previous weekend. He had way too many other urgent issues to deal with before he could deal with his guilt at having sex with his seventeen year old daughter, consensual or not.
Dave took a deep breath as he drove off the interstate and hit town traffic. He thought about what other balls he had up in the air at the moment. There was the fact that sometime in the next few hours, Rebecca, his ex-wife, would receive a DVD of Dave and her having sex with a short note threatening to expose their affair if she didn't start treating him fairly when it came to the custody of their daughters. He was sure, once she saw it that Rebecca would insist on speaking to him and finding out exactly what he wanted. She would, of course, argue, cry, whine, bitch, yell and scream in order to get him to back down but Dave was sure he had the upper hand in that battle. He wasn't asking for anything more than what was fair.
Then there were his two daughters. If things worked out with Rebecca the way he thought they would, Em and Hayley would be coming to stay with him that evening or maybe the next day and would be there until a few days after New Years when they would probably go home.
But that wasn't the end of it. During their stay with him the previous weekend, both of his daughters had stated emphatically that they would prefer to come live with him full time. Dave had celebrated inside at this news. Both girls claimed their mother was teetering on the edge of child abuse when it came to dealing with them. She was constantly yelling and screaming or just ignoring them. As Dave saw it, it was his fatherly duty to protect those two beautiful, sweet young girls. He could do nothing less than his best to keep them safe and happy.
Then there were the Emily-specific problems. He had made love to his oldest daughter the weekend before and, afterward, Emily had hinted that, while it may have been the first time, and may have been brought on by her decision to use SLuT9 on herself, she had no problems with it occurring again in the future, with or without the use of SLuT9 and even indicated that she hoped it did happen again.
Then there was the issue of Emily pimping for him, sending young school-aged girls to his apartment to wait for him and fuck his brains out every evening. She had sent DeeDee, the class slut, on Monday and apparently had planned to send a girl named Heather over the night before. Olivia calling and demanding an appointment with him that day had kept him from going home to find and fuck Heather. What bothered Dave most about this was that his daughter was arranging it and the fact that Dave had actually fucked DeeDee and had been looking forward to going home to see what girl Emily would send next.
Dave jotted down a note to himself to call Emily that day and tell her something else had come up and that she should cancel whatever girl she was going to send. He didn't look forward to that phone call anymore than he looked forward to the call from Rebecca about the video. He was sure Emily would protest unless he gave her the whole story. That was not something he was looking forward to doing while she was on her cell phone in the school cafeteria.
Dave parked his car and headed into the office with the jumble of problems still weighing on his mind. Dave was happy that the morning meeting was canceled. He had too many other things to deal with. The last thing he needed was for the boss to be making demands of him.
Dave locked himself in his office and told his secretary that he wanted to be left alone unless it was an emergency. He told her the only calls she should put through to him were Rebecca, Emily, Hayley, Olivia or one of his bosses. Everyone else, he told her "can take a flying leap or call back tomorrow."
"Yes, Mr. Bernard," Susan had said with a smile. She had been working for Dave for more than a decade. She knew how he got and knew that he was completely serious about his instructions.
Dave went into his office, locked the door and flopped down in his chair.
"Gotta deal with things one at a time." He noted the time. "Might as well deal with Emily right now."
He pulled his cell out of his pocket and tapped in her cell phone number. He knew she'd be awake already, getting ready for school. He hoped she wasn't already downstairs at breakfast with her mother. Emily picked up on the second ring.
"Hi, Daddy. If you're calling to cancel again, you may as will just hang up now. She's coming. You're going to take her upstairs, you're going to take her to bed, and you're going fuck all three of her hot, tight little holes. In this case, she needs it as bad as you."
"Emily Jean!"
"Oh, Daddy, chill. What did you need?"
"I'm assuming from the way you're talking, your mother isn't anywhere around?"
"No, Daddy. That reminds me, Mom was acting strange last night. Did you do something?"
"It's possible. If I did, I'm sure I'll hear about it later today. Where are you anyway? You sound like you're talking from the bottom of a hole or something."
"I'm in the bathroom, Daddy. I just stepped out of the shower. Want me to tell you what I'm wearing?"
Dave could hear the smile in her voice. "You're becoming a brat. I think you need a spanking."
"Oh, never tried that but I think I'm up for it."
"Why do you have your cell phone in the bathroom with you?"
"In case someone called. Duh!"
Dave chose not to pursue that line of questioning any further. "Listen Em, I need you to cancel tonight."
"Daddy, I already told you, it isn't going to happen. She's coming. This means a lot to me and her. If you don't take her to bed, you're going to really hurt her and that will upset me. Do you want me upset with you, Daddy?"
"Of course not, Emily, but..."
"Good, then there's no problem."
"Emily, somethings have happened."
"Let me guess: things you can't go into on the phone, right?"
"Yes, as a matter of fact."
"Well then, Daddy, you better get your ass over here and explain it to me in person because until I've heard the story, believe it, and agree that it's a good reason, I ain't canceling."
"Em, Please?"
"Daddy, no. Now, did you wanna talk about something else? If so, say so. If not, I've gotta go. I've gotta go put on some black lace panties, a matching bra, a garter belt, some thigh high fishnet stockings, six inch stiletto heels, a skirt so short the police will stop me for public lewdness if they see me, and a white shirt that is so sheer, every guy in school will be able to see my belly button. So, is there something else?"
"You are going to get it. I love you, Emily."
"I love you too, Daddy. Kisses!"
Before Dave could say another word, he heard the familiar click as she hung up the cell phone. "Shit! Hope the rest of my day goes better than that did."
Dave hung up the phone and turned to doing actual work for the company. For almost three hours Dave did nothing but put in an honest days work for an honest days wage. Then Susan buzzed him.
"Sorry to interrupt, Mr. Bernard, but your sister is on line three and insists she must talk to you."
Dave laughed. "That's typical of Jenny. I'll take the call." He tapped the proper button. "Hello, darling sister. How are you today?"
"I'd be better if I knew my baby brother wasn't spending Christmas alone."
"I'm not. I think the girls are coming for Christmas this year. I expect them either tonight or first thing tomorrow morning."
"Oh really? The bitch is actually going to let you see your daughters?"
"Well, she hasn't agreed to it yet but I'm pretty sure she well."
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