Chapter 2: My Dad Asks a Favor

As we laid there backing the afterglow of our sex, I remembered that all this has started with my dad wanting to say something to me.

“Daddy, was there something you were going to ask me?” I finally said, breaking the silence in the room.

“Oh yeah, there WAS something I had meant to do when I came in your room,: he said, and then added, “Besides fuck the most perfect daughter in the world that is.”

“Oh daddy, stop that!” I said playfully back to him.

He then explained to me a situation at work that he needed some help with. As soon as I heard it involved his office my ears perked up since anytime in the past the subject was raised it ended up in some really wild situation. This time one of the partners had a son who was getting married. His dad was looking to upstage the regular bachelor party by bringing in a hooker to spend the night with his son - sort of a private bachelor party.

Since my dad had arranged prostitutes for clients in the past (of course, the guy didn’t know he was using me instead of some street walker), he thought maybe my dad might have some advice on finding one suitable for his son. The biggest concern he seemed to have was that he didn’t want to be directly involved. He just wanted someone to help take care of his son. “Plausible deniability” is the term I believe guys like to use in such circumstances.

Immediately I had a ton of questions. Who was it? How old was his son? What if his fiancée ever found out? How was I supposed to meet him if it wasn’t a party? Was I just stripping for him or was sex expected as well - and to what extent?

In the end I knew I would said yes regardless of the answers. Really, what’s a girl to say when her dad’s dick was still in her after a good fucking and he asks her to do a simple favor for him? Besides, it sounded like fun! As we got out of bed and cleaned up, he explained the plan he had worked out and how we would pull it off. It all sounded perfect to me and I couldn’t wait until the day arrived.

As it turned out, the only night that worked out close to the wedding day was Sunday. Apparently the night before he was being taken out by his best man for a more traditional bachelor party. The wedding was the following weekend and this wasn’t the sort of thing you typically did during the week with work and all that day. I didn’t think there was any blasphemous with doing it on a Sunday so that aspect didn’t bother me at all.

My dad already had it all worked out for me - the schedule, the timing, even what to wear. He had even gone out and bought me a new black lace bra with a matching thong and hose. Of course he made me model it for him to make sure it was OK for the evening’s events! It didn’t hurt to practice stripping it off in front of someone either. Rather than change when I got there, my dad set out a long winter fur coat that came below my knees. I immediately recognized it as one of my mom’s but he swore that she had given permission for me to wear it. Oh well, it’s not like I would be wearing it all that much anyway.