Chapter 12

Frank and I sat together in companionable silence, content to enjoy our drinks and get pleasantly high from the heady, marijuana laden atmosphere.

"That was a neat little job you did yesterday Paul, that's quite a team you've got there"

"They're good lads" I agreed, "Bit more importantly Frank, they're friends too, we learned a long time ago that we could rely on one another"

"Yeah, it shows too mate, I agree with you, they're the best and talking about the best, would you take a look at those two?"

I turned and looked at Katie and Becky returning from the loo arm in arm, their eyes gleaming as they saw us watching them.

"Well we sorted out the problem of my wet panties daddy" Katie laughed,

"How?" I could see she was still wearing the little g-string, I'd helped her into earlier on this evening.

She giggled and twirled round,

"They're Becky's, her being such a slut daddy, she decide that she wanted to wear mine, so we swapped!"

"So now, we've both got wet panties on" laughed Becky, "But judging by the crowd tonight, they won't be on for much longer"

Katie bent over and snaked her tongue between my teeth,

"We've arranged for a little present for you daddy"

"A present?"

I reached out with both hands and cupped the breasts that peeked out from beneath what passed for a tee shirt with my daughter,

"You've already given me the only present I'll ever want darling"

"What's that daddy, I really can't think what you mean?"

I rolled both hard points of her nipples between my fingers,

"I'll give you a clue or two" I laughed, "It's sweet, beautiful, extremely sexy, it's wearing it's best friend's panties and I love it very, very much!"

"Wow" she giggled, "I'm glad you said that because you've got to spend the next three weeks with me in Frank's villa in Gran Canaria"

"What are you going on about?" I laughed, "I'm not going anywhere just yet, I've got work to do"

Frank grinned at me and shook his head,

"No you haven't mate, take her away for a few weeks, get some sun on your back, enjoy it!"

"There's just one thing though daddy" Katie looked at me with that special "naughty little girl" look of hers,

"What sweetheart?"

"I've got something that I want to take with me, is it all right?"

I laughed as she sat on my lap and ground herself down onto my rapidly growing bulge,

"Of course darling, what is it?"

Reaching out to Becky, she took hold of her hand and they looked into each other's eyes as she sucked slowly at her friend's fingers,

"It's called Becky, daddy"

"Frank?" I looked at him and he smiled,

"Fine by me mate, we own a little bar there anyway so she can look in and have a look at the figures while she's there!"

Leaving us both with lipstick smeared mouths, the girls went hand in hand onto the dance floor to join Sharon and Sadie who were moving slowly together in time to the music, hands on each other's bottom and lips almost touching.

"She's quite taken with you Paul, you know that don't you?"

I must have looked a bit blank at him, because he added quickly,

"Becky I mean, she's never stopped talking about you just recently"

I grinned but felt uncomfortable at the obvious nuance in his voice,

"She's gorgeous Frank, absolutely fucking gorgeous, but she ain't mine so end of story"

"I know she'll share your bed while you're away mate and that's fine by me, but I love her more than anything else in the world, so..."

He let it hang, there was no need for any more to be said, advice? A plea? A warning even? I didn't really know, but I let it go and said simply,

"Don't worry Frank, I know the score"

I wandered off then to look around the place, there were couples of all races, ages and genders, most of them knew me, or at least knew of me and if I'd have accepted all the offers of drinks, I'd have been out cold on the floor,

Two women came in whilst I stood propping up the bar enjoying the scenery and I watched as Frank greeted them warmly with a kiss and asked them to have a drink with him,

"Champagne please Frank" they chorused and it was all I could do to stop myself from guffawing as the barman, after a wink from Frank, reached up to a notice above the bar which read,

"The management reserves the right to refuse service to anyone, no reason needs to be given"

A standard notice which may be seen in thousands of pubs and clubs all over Britain.

Pulling it out from behind the glass, he deftly replaced it with one which read,

"The management reserves the right to refuse service to any females still wearing underwear after 10 pm when requesting champagne"

"Sorry girls" he said with a straight face, "Rules are rules, isn't that so boss?"

"You bloody pervert" the dark haired girl laughed as she shimmied sexily out of a little black thong and hung it on a hook, obviously provided for just that very use!

Her blonde friend giggled and lifted up her skirt to show hold up stockings and a clean shaven mons above a beautiful little slit already glistening with tiny droplets of her juices.

"Beat you to it Frank" she laughed as the barman scrabbled frantically for another notice, which no doubt said that underwear had to be removed inside the club!

Frank saw me laughing and beckoned me over to introduce me to the girls,