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“Okay, baby. Let’s get you dressed, I’ll take you there.”

“No.” I shake my head, grabbing for my pants. “I’ll call, then just take me back to my car. I’ve got some of his meds I picked up while I was out.”

“Okay. Let’s get you dressed.”

“It’s not an emergency, but he needs one of the medications. It’s for pain, he was out and doesn’t need it much, but when he does…”

“It’s okay.”

We’re driving. Dad finally answered and I’ll run in and say goodbye to Mom and spend the rest of the evening wondering what the heck just happened.

Back inside the club, it’s turned into a frenzy. There’s not a table open, people are packed in and as soon as we are inside thedoor, Scotch is swallowed up by a group and I see my mother on top of a table with some of the dancers.

I wiggle through the crowd, the music so loud my eardrums hurt. I checked my TikTok on the drive and my latest post is at almost 200K. That’s my best yet and I want to get home and make another one.

I never show my face and use a filter for my body. Going viral as a plus-sized freckled red head is unlikely so I use the technology provided to let people hear my voice and not judge me by my looks.

Mom sees me and frowns as I point to the door and my phone. She climbs down, helped by a few of the patrons. Larry is nowhere to be seen.

“It’s Dad!” I yell. “He needs some mediation.”

She shakes her head. “Young lady, you were out of line tonight.”

I don’t have time for this. She’s the one dancing drunk on the stripper pole and the tables.

I just nod. “Yeah…” I glance over my shoulder to see Scotch surrounded by girls dancing, looking at his phone. “I gotta go.”

He’s not even looking for me. That whole Daddy thing tumbles around me as I realize, I’ve more than likely been played by my new stepbrother and there’s nothing in this life that feels right for me.

I know the way out the back thanks to my new brother, so before I can make this night any more disastrous, I bow out the back door and pray someday, Lula Fierce will take me away from all this.

Six

Scotch

Fuck. What am I thinking?

I’m a damaged piece of shit and she’s a fucking angel straight from the pearly gates. I clench my glass of ice water so hard the crystal cracks, reflecting the glow of the moon through the window. I’m mad as fuck that she left, and also totally unsurprised. I mean, I’m a rank ass piece of shit and she’s the fucking Easter bunny.

I’m thirsty as fuck but I put down the glass. I haven’t had a sip of anything since I sucked all the delicious juice from her soft little beginner pussy. I hate that her taste is wearing off and I don’t want any other liquids to speed that process along. I didn’t even shower when I got home because I want her scent on mefor-fucking-ever.

So, until I know I’m going to nail down what I already know is mine, I can’t imagine washing her off.

Not to mention the life changing orgasm I had dry fuckingagainst her. Fuck. I thought blood vessels burst in my eyeballs I came so damn hard.

She high tailed it out of the bar as soon as the haze cleared though, but fuck, I can’t stop fucking thinking about her. I want to chase her ass down and tie her to my bed for the rest of my life. Naked. Doing things to her that border on illegal.

Definitely immoral.

Not that I’m a fan of morality.

My dick shoots a sticky pulse of cream into my boxers at the thought.

I’ve never been bare inside a woman before but when I think about Lula?

All I imagine is raw dogging my new stepsister until her tits are milky and her belly is ready to pop.

Fuckingstunneras she is, but pregnant?Aph-ro-fucking-dite.