chapter 2 - Rent-a-Daughter [R18]

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Chapter 2

Rent-A-Daughter. There was a moment of terrible weakness when I thought of all sorts of ways somebody with my inclinations could exploit a situation like that, or what they might do if they had a real daughter. "I don't think that would be such a good idea," I said.

She thrust her lip out in a cute little pout. "Why not?"

"Have you talked to your parents about this?"

"No, I haven't told anyone my idea yet. I wanted to ask someone without kids about it first. Why?"

"I don't think your Mom and Dad would let you, first of all." How would I explain to somebody so innocent looking that there were people who might take advantage of her? I went for a softer lie. "They'd be terribly jealous. Nobody would want anybody else parenting their child, even only rented. Especially a cute little daughter like you."

She thought about what I'd said, then decided, "I guess I could lie to them. I could just tell them I'm doing something else. Or not tell them at all. They don't get home until 6 usually and I had planned to do this for 2 hours after school every day anyway." I glanced at the clock. It was 3:30. She must have just got out of school.

That moment of weakness returned, only now it was much longer than a moment. Whole seconds passed while I thought of things somebody could do with that amount of time alone with a girl like Maddy. A fatherly massage, a fatherly bath, fatherly kisses, maybe some landing in unfatherly places. I opened the fridge again and pretended to look inside, so that my erection wouldn't be visible.

"I think I'd have to tell them." That's what I should have said. That's what a responsible person would have said. What I actually said was, "Also, people who might WANT to rent a daughter would be too ashamed that they have to. They'd be terrified of anybody finding out. See, most people without kids like to pretend they don't want any. Even when they do." I convinced myself that I was still trying to dissuade her. "I know I'd be scared of somebody finding out."

"Oh, I can be very professional," she said. "I won't tell a soul. It would be like lawyer-client confidentiality." It seemed like she had to pause over the syllables of that last word to pronounce it right.

"Forever?" I asked. "No matter what?"

"Swear to God," she said.

"How much were you thinking of charging?"

"I'm not sure yet," she admitted. "I used to get paid $10 an hour for watching Mrs. Marshall's grandson. I was thinking something like $15 an hour."

$15 an hour for a little nymphet to hang around my apartment and pretend to be my daughter. I did a quick calculation in my head. $30 a day, 5 days a week. $150 a week was a hefty price, but I made a good living and had a lot of savings.

I wasn't thinking of having sex with her… or, at least, I wasn't intending at that moment to have sex with her. But I thought there was plenty of technically legal but extremely shady things I might be able to do that would remain in my memories and serve as fap fodder for years to come… and it would keep her out of the hands of anybody really dangerous. "I might be interested, but if I was going to try it out I'd have to be your only client."

"Really?" she asked excitedly. She practically jumped up and down. "You'd want to hire me?"

"I have always wondered what it would be like to have a daughter," I said. "But only if you promised never to tell a soul anything that goes on."

"Oh, I swear," she said, and put one hand up in the air, the other over her heart. "I won't tell anybody, no matter what."

"Okay. I'd be willing to try it out. When do you want to start?"

"We can start right now," she said. She closed the still open door, and slipped off her shoes. She wore light blue socks. "What do you want me to call you?" she asked. "Dad? Daddy? Papa? Father? Sir?" She broke into a little story. "One of my friends calls her dad Sir. I think that's totally weird. But I'm your daughter, so you get to set the rules."

Oh, how easy she was making it. It was a good thing I didn't intend to be a sexual predator, just a sexual browser. "I think Sir's a little weird too," I said. "Just call me Daddy

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