Chapter 9

“God, I need a shower,” Clarissa said. She picked up her cloths and searched through the pockets for a cigarette.

“Do you want me to try to release you?” she asked the thin blonde.

Tiffany shook her head. “I’m here until Sunday. If they don’t release me then...”

“I hope you know what you’re doing,” she said lighting her smoke. Going to the door she tried it. “Damn. Locked.” Then she remembered the monitor room. The door opened easily once she found the catch. She took a last look at the other girl. “Last chance?”

“No, I’ll be fine. If the bitch doesn’t keep her word my father knows some guys who won’t care how much money she has.”

Clarissa intended to stop in the monitor room only long enough to get dressed. Her clothes were wrinkled and had cum on them. Along one side of room was a rolling clothes rack with lots of outfits on it. She saw they were of different sizes, but most were not what one would wear in public. There were sexy maid outfits and rompers. She saw what looked like an anime school girl uniform and another that was Catholic school girl pattern.

Just then she noted the other room visible through the second mirror/window was occupied. It was William Parker, Jessica’s father. He was sitting at a desk working on a laptop. There was a knock at the door and Clarissa realized that the sound was turned on for that room.

“Come in,” he said.

The girl that came in was dressed in a short skirt and tight top. They were in garish colors and an embroidered set of giant letters covered her chest. In short she was dressed as cheerleader. The dark headed redhead was about Jessica’s size and her coloring was very close to hers. She appeared to be very young, but Clarissa noted that she was actually one of the house maids that had served at breakfast.

“Can I come in coach?” the girl said tentatively.

“Come on in Mary,” the man said. “You know I always have time from one of my players or girls.”

The girl stepped into the room and closed the door behind her.

He turned his chair away from the desk and faced her “Why don’t you sit down?”

The girl looked around the room and noted his was the only chair. She stepped up to him and dropped into his lap. He reached up and placed a hand on her shoulder, and one might almost believe he was trying to comfort her.

Clarissa took a drag of her smoke and watch the scene play out.

“Coach, Billy said that you told him that having sex was bad for his playing. That he wouldn’t be able to run as fast.”

“That’s right dear. Every good coach knows that his players should abstain from sex before games.”

“But coach,” the girl said her big green eyes only inches from Williams. “That means Billy won’t have sex with me and I’m so horny.” The girl said that last in a little girl whine and Clarissa complimented her acting.

“Well we can’t have that,” William said his hand moving down her body to cup the ass in his lap.

“What should I do coach?” the girl asked wiggling in his lap. “Billy won’t even let me put his dickie in my little mouth.”

“Do you like to do that?” William asked. Clarissa could see he was perspiring now.

“Oh, I do, but I’m not very good at it.”

“Maybe you need to practice some,” William said.

“But Billy won’t let me practice on him,” the girl said crossly.

Oh she’s good, Clarissa thought.

“I think I can find someone for you,” William said. The girl was wiggling on his lap.

“Oh, I feel a dickie I can practice on right now,” she said. With that the girl slipped off his lap and to the floor. He hands reached out to unzip him and she pulled his respectable cock out.

“Oh its so big,” she said. Clarissa noted he was smaller than his step-sons, but not too small. Still obviously the girl was no novice at pumping up a man’s ego.

“I can tell you how to do it,” the ‘coach’ said.

The girl was slowly pumping him now, her thumb rubbing below the head every time her hand reached it. Her mouth moved tentatively to his prick and her lips just pecked at it.

“Take your tongue and lick it my dear,” he said.

She obeyed and Clarissa noted she had an especially long tongue that she wrapped around him, teasing his circumcision scar. Clarissa knew that most men were very sensitive there and sure enough William groaned in pleasure.

“Open your mouth child,” he said.

The girl opened her lips and her tongue twisted around him as her mouth descended on to his tool.

“Oh lord girl. Billy didn’t teach you to suck this well.”

She pulled off of him, sucking along the length and continuing to jack him with the hand as she bashfully look directly into his eyes.

“Oh you can never tell coach,” she said. “Daddy taught me.”

Her mouth took him in again and right then he began to dump his load into her sucking mouth.

Damn, Clarissa thought. She’s a real pro. And that explains the dress up. William has the hots for his daughter.

Clarissa watched as the girl lapped up all of William’s cum and then put his prick back in his pants, zipping them up.

“I’ve got to go coach,” the girl said slipping out of the room.

William leaned back in his chair, eyes closed overcome by his recent orgasm.

Taking a last drag from her cigarette Clarissa stepped over to the cloths rack. Snuffing out the smoke she stripped out of her stained cloths and pulled the schoolgirl costume off the rack. She pulled on the plaid skirt and yellow blouse. She slipped into a set of plain white cotton underwear. Slipping into the plaid vest she noted the mirror on the wall. Brushes and cosmetics sat on a shelf beneath the mirror. Two elastic ties and a few minutes with the brush and her long blond hair was in two pigtails. She gazed at herself in the mirror. She looked much younger than her seventeen years. A quick spritz of handy breath spray and the telltale scent of tobacco was flushed from her mouth. She followed it up with a cheap flowery perfume, such as a really young girl might wear, which covered the smell of her recent escapades.

Clarissa checked out the bookshelf again. The title she was looking for read: Orgasmatron 6000 Fun Machine. She dumped the thick volume in a backpack from the costume rack and threw it over one shoulder.

William was starting to stir, so Clarissa slipped into his playroom through the hidden door to the monitor room which quietly closed behind her.

Zoe didn’t think about the monitor room exit to the dungeon until Jessica confronted her about her friend’s disappearance. Suggesting her step daughter check the maze, since her friend seem to enjoy moonlit walks there she slipped into the monitor room.

She noted Tiffany seemed to be sleeping, or at least had her eyes closed. Initially she expected her husband to be in his room playing with that little slut Mary. The girl was a delightful little piece who Zoe knew was fucking half the staff, and had graced her own bed a time or two. Instead she saw Jessica’s little friend decked out as a Catholic school girl. She watch fascinated.