Scarlet Rendezvous - Sex Stories

Scarlet Rendezvous

... chunk heels -- her legs a little past their prime. She had a toe ring and tattoos on both ankles. Her light brown hair was longer than normal, the way she used to wear it years ago before she got pregnant with Karina. She was still attractive, though a little haggard. The sex industry will do that to a person.

Her recent success with the club just added resentment to my anger. She'd turned Karina against me, against her own father. It was bullshit. Just like the fact that Natalia allowed Karina to strip at the club when she was only 20, the summer after her sophomore year at college.

"Who's Sasha?" I asked Natalia.

"Nobody," she said.

"Who the fuck is he?"

"Jesus, Kyle. You really want to do this? Right now?"

"Yes. I do. Karina made a porn video. Don't you care?"

"Of course I care. Which is why I helped her get out of New York, and start fresh."

"And make porn videos?"

"And be a part of an incredible start-up business opportunity."

"Making porn videos."

"It's much more than that. She's a director. She's a part owner and investor. Do you have any idea how much money the porn industry makes? Billions."

"You need money to invest," I said.

"Karina has money."

That's when everything suddenly became clear. Natalia was part of the so-called investment, too. She most likely took money out of the club and put it into whatever fucked up adult video production company Karina was working for. She was pimping out our own daughter, plain and ...

... simple.

"You are one fucked up bitch," I said, standing up. "You gave our daughter money to star in a fucking porn video so you could make money off of her."

This got Natalia's attention. She stopped fidgeting with her paperwork and looked me right in the eye. "Yeah, I gave her some money, absolutely. To get out of New York and get away from you."

"Fuck you," I said.

"She hates you Kyle, didn't you know that? We all hate you, everybody in this club. All the girls and even Jimmy. You broke his fucking nose and eye socket, for Christ's sake. You're a loose cannon. You don't give a fuck about anybody except yourself and your defense contracting company."

"Karina doesn't hate me, Natalie. Don't say that."

"She hates you, Kyle."

"No she doesn't."

"Fine. She doesn't hate you. She just left you sitting at a booth in a diner before her graduation, like a total moron. How long were you waiting for her? Two hours? And she changed her credit cards, and her phone number, and her bank accounts so you couldn't find her. Good for her."

"You shouldn't have encouraged her. That's not right. I'm her father."

"And you were driving everybody fucking crazy. For years! You have no idea what it was like living with you. You were home, then you were away. You did four tours in Afghanistan, for god sake! And this was after Karina was born."

"I came home for 15 years, Natalia. To be with you and Karina. I quit the SEALs, too. Or did you forget?"

"But then you started up ...