“I can help you for two hours and then I have to study for my test,” I said blankly, standing to rinse my cup. “And I’m only doing so to please my mama.”
“She’s such a fine woman. I can only imagine you’ll grow to be as beautiful and strong. You’re already budding beautifully.” Pat regarded my figure with consideration. “You know, I wouldn’t mind helping you pay for tuition as long as you behave.”
“I don’t understand. I already have a job.” I sarcastically retorted.
“Quit your job. Don’t worry about those bills. Just help me redecorate and then study for your test. I’ll take care of everything else.” Pat said, effectively ending the debate.
I was at a loss for words. Here I was being offered financial packaging from my new step-daddy who had, for the most part, been nothing but a nuisance to me. Perhaps I could give him a chance. Mama had warned me that things would be different and she wanted me to feel comfortable asking them for things. Still, I couldn’t bring myself to do it. I was so used to taking care of myself that my burdens seemed too much to weigh on someone else.
“How would you do that?” I asked, still curious about this sudden offer.
“And how do I behave?”
A smile crept slowly along Pat’s lips as he sipped his coffee, deliberately inserting a pause before speaking.
“Your mother and I have made quite a fortune from this company. Soon, she’ll be able to start her own business under my guidance and you’ll have more opportunities than you ever dreamed.” He sipped his coffee again before continuing. “Your job, should you choose to accept, would be to please me. Love me as you would your daddy and do my bidding.”
It didn’t sound absolutely terrible, but the smile on his face was absolutely disturbing. I could tell he had some rather non-traditional favors in mind that might be crossing into territory I wasn’t sure I could handle.
But I needed the money.
“Whatever you say. Let’s start on that room.”
I placed my cup in the sink, determined to forget the conversation had ever occurred. The sooner we got the room done, the sooner I could leave.
Satisfied by my response, Pat put his cup in the sink and we walked into the large hall in the front where the stairs began for the second floor. White tile lined the entirety of the house save for the bedrooms where lush, cream carpet decorated the floor. We climbed the expansive staircase line with gold trim and walked down the hall to the second door where my mother’s office was located. There were swatches of color all over her desk with random bits of art scattered all over the floor. It was a mess.
I looked around, unsure of what exactly to start with. As I bent over to start sorting through some paintings leaning against the left wall, Pat came up behind me and pressed his crotch into my bottom. I could feel his erection burning through his slacks.
“May I help you with something?” I asked in my most sarcastic voice.
“Yes, you may help me get rid of this problem.” Pat replied, rubbing his cock into my jeans.
Before he could do anything else, I pulled away.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” I said as I held up a painting between us.
“My mother wouldn’t like that.”
“She doesn’t have to know. It can be our little secret. I’ll pay you for your silence. Just imagine all of your tuition problems suddenly disappearing.” Pat waved his hands in the air. “Poof. All gone.”
I knew it was something weird.
“Is that all you want?” I asked, setting the painting down and crossing my arms.
“I insist you call me Daddy as well. It makes me feel…” he paused to grab at his hard cock. “So special.”
It was such a twisted way to feel special, but I really needed to money to succeed. I wondered if this was how he had approached my mother before she decided to cheat. Had he offered her all the same prizes and gifts as long as she obeyed? I couldn’t see my mother submitting. She wouldn’t be able to pull off the delectable youth like I could. I bet this boy was so stupid to fall for a little girl’s charm.
So, what was stopping me? Mama was the one who had torn my family apart and this could be my way of getting back at her. If she was being naughty, I could be ten times that. Her lips weren’t tight like mine and I was sure her cunt had lost its elasticity by now. A fresh one for this boy would make him want to leave her and she would get a taste of her own medicine.
“You’re so beautiful, Vi.”
“Don’t call me that.”
“But I’m your Daddy now. Let me love you, baby. I plan to take care of all your problems with just a wave of my hand.”
This time, I didn’t pull away from his touch. As his fingers trailed up my arm to my shoulder, I met his gaze and tried not to cringe. It wasn’t that I didn’t enjoy the comfort – I hadn’t been touched for a few months now – it’s that it was with a much older man. I was so used to boys my age that I wasn’t sure if I’d be able to handle him. All his experience he had collected over the years trumped my few. A knot twisted deep in my stomach, warning me that I could still get out if needed.