Aubree Learned a new Profession - Sex Stories

Aubree Learned a new Profession

... half hour ago, I’ve been sitting on my ass, shivering in the fucking rain, watching that ugly fucking door, waiting for him to come out. You got a back door?”

“Always locked.”

“Then where in this little playland is my father?”

Just then ‘nobody else’ drew a plastic draw aside and stepped into the room. I hadn’t noticed the fake door before, it looked like part of a bedroom display. He pulled the curtain closed, said something to the man at the other end of the counter then paused to ask me as he walked out, “Are you going to be here next time I come in?”

I turned to the girl, “What’s back there, is that where he went?”

“You do need to leave, please, show me some ID or I may have to call security.” Ralph didn’t look like a security kind of guy so I thought she may be bluffing, but she wouldn’t need security, not against me. I turned and shoved open the door then slammed it shut behind me. I stood on the stoop. My dad was somewhere in the bowels of an adult store and I was standing on the outside. It was intolerable! I was on the wrong side of the wall, but I wanted to know what was going on in the hidden room of that shop.

Just as I started to move under some cover, the asshole from the backroom stopped his car next to me, “You know, if you want to interview for a job there, I’m a regular, I could give you a good recommendation, after you demonstrate your skills.”

“Jack off dipshit, I’m not your kinda girl.”

The last thing he said before closing the ...

... window was, “Bitch, if you got a pussy, you’re my kind of girl.”

I stood under the roof overhang watching raindrops trouble puddles of water wondering how in hell I was going to get into the store. The painted tart looked like she was a lot more experienced in kicking someone’s ass than me, so going back in the front was not an option.

I don’t know if anybody was watching me but I really didn’t give a fuck. I walked to the end of the strip mall, three units away. The was an alley around the building so I shrugged my collar a little higher against the rain then stepped off into a rivulet toward the rear of the building. I counted down three rear exits until I knew I was behind the sex shop. I tried to open the door but it was locked. At least the troll didn’t lie about that. There were no security cameras in the alley or on the building so I felt free to snoop. I ran my hands around the door sill and kicked over a couple of rocks, maybe somebody hung on to the good ole ways and kept a key lying around. No luck.

There were two blacked-out windows but I caught a hint of glow from the corner of one glass pane. I pressed my eyes to the small paint scrape and immediately knew what the hell was going on with my father.

He was letting off pressure. Blowing steam, bringing relief to his aching balls. My dad was fucking some nasty-looking skag who looked like a sister to the unrefined lady on the front counter. Only this one wasn’t wearing a short velvet skirt. In fact, she ...