Aubree Learned a new Profession - Sex Stories

Aubree Learned a new Profession

... do you think of those girls Dad?”

“How do you mean? Are they criminals? No. Are they baseless, immoral creatures that survive on the outer edges of society? Some maybe, but most not. Some women who sell are wives and mothers. Some have to whore to help the family survive, but others are in it for fun and tips. I’d bet the first on-the-job tool women ever used was their pussy, and I’m pretty sure that even a million years ago, girls your age knew you had something of value, something to trade and how to barter.”

“Girls my age would have been already well experienced, probably knocked up a few times. What are you saying?”

“Maybe you should relearn some ancient skills, you should learn how to barter; then you could be in a better position to purchase your car.”

I may be crude, I may be hostile to most authority, and I may hate my current station in life, but I am not stupid. “Are you suggesting that I go into the pleasure business? I should join your girlfriend in that cunt shop?”

Dad smiled and took a hit off the bong, “Not necessarily there, but don’t rule out that kind of work.”

That was enough conversation for the night, “I got to go to bed.” I wasn’t mad or upset but I needed some Me Time. I kissed my father on the cheek, “Good night you nasty old fuck, love you.” He stroked my ass as I walked away.

When I got to my room, I found a wrap of pink paper lying on my pillow. When I unfolded it, a hundred-dollar bill fell to the bed. The note was upside down ...

... so I turned it over and read, “Ready to barter?” As I said, I’m not stupid: My father just propositioned me to fuck him for money. I carefully laid the note on the bed then stepped back and stared at the money on the pillow. Man, I could use some cash, and it was just lying there tempting my morals. I could keep it, ignore the note, and go on as if I’d never seen it, or I could take it back to Dad and politely turn him down. Maybe I could take it as a loan, no collateral, just an unleveraged loan.

As I stood next to my bed and weighed options, I realized I wasn’t shocked, upset, raging, or terrified that my dad was willing to pay me, -- for me. And even less shocking was that I wasn’t thinking of how to turn him down, I had already spent the money. The only thing I was wondering was if I should take it as a loan, a gift, or a payment for Services.

Ah fuck it, fuck me, fuck him, now what? It took maybe four seconds to redirect my thoughts about my cunt as a job site tool: Undercover Services were a new and unexplored career option and I shouldn’t deny a chance to investigate a new direction.

I stripped naked and then went to take a quick shower, I didn’t want my father to think I wasn’t clean. After I patted myself dry and powdered my pussy, I slipped on a satin shorty with briefer briefs and then went to dabble in a woman’s true profession. As I suspected, he was in bed when I came from my room. I stepped in with no words, pulled the blanket up, and slipped in next ...