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Emily is Online Now

... play the game, she realized, because she'd had years of practice. She'd been able to manipulate her own parents, her father in particular, into buying her stuff for years. Until last month, that is, when Dad had finally stood up to her, forcing her to find other sources of revenue.

After three or four sessions, "Jimmy40" became a regular in her room, good for anything between a hundred and five hundred dollars each time. Sometimes he wanted to jerk off, and she'd let him -- but she'd make the session last at least thirty minutes. Other times it felt more like when she used to chat with her parents' friends at their dinner parties: Slightly awkward and polite, across an unbridgeable generation gap, with an undercurrent of flirting from the men, who clearly wanted nothing more than to fuck her young tight pussy.

But there was something different about "Jimmy40" from her other regulars, which both unnerved her and excited her. She couldn't put her finger on it, but she felt that he was a bit creepy -- no, that wasn't it... not creepy, but, he wasafter something. Not just sexual. Weird. Weird how she could read between the lines, even though he'd revealed almost nothing of himself.

* * * * *

"Hi Dad."

Emily had lost her key somewhere and had to ring the doorbell.

"Hi," said James, with what he hoped was a smile of greeting.

"I'm sorry-" they both began to say, and then they laughed.

"You first," said James, his smile sincere this time.

"I'm sorry I ...

... left on such a sour note, Dad."

"Me too. I've been feeling shitty about it ever since."

"Well, don't feel shitty. Actually what you said did me good." Emily wheeled her suitcase into the hallway and dumped her backpack onto the floor. She ran past him, to the toilet. James walked past the toilet door on the way to the kitchen. She hadn't closed the door, and he caught a glimpse of her pushing down her leggings and sitting down.

"Tea?" he called, flicking the kettle on.

"Great," she shouted, entering. "Where's Mum?"

"She's away this weekend, in New York. She'll be back for your birthday."

Emily opened the fridge door, looking for something to eat. She opened a container of cold leftover shepherd's pie and rummaged for a spoon in the drawer.

"Don't you want to heat it up?"

"No, s'ok," she said with her mouth full.

"You were saying, what I said did you good."

Emily dumped the container and spoon in the sink, but didn't wash them. "Yeah. It prompted me to get a job."

"Really?"

"Yeah, I'm waitressing at a cool cocktail bar."

You liar. "Yeah? How's the pay?"

Emily didn't answer. She sat down on the sofa, and picked up her phone. She scrolled through messages. James wondered if she was checking her feed from LiveOrchid.

"Well? How much does it pay?" he repeated.

Emily looked up. "Well, Dad, it's not much, but the tips are great. It's all about the tips."

James opened his mouth, and then closed it. What could he say to that? He stood ...