Daddy’s Little Hooker

An excerpt from Daddy's Little Hooker

"Hi, sugar, I hear you're looking to have a little par—" Deana froze in midsentence.

Lon froze too, astonished at the sight of the beautiful young girl, so sleazily dressed. "Deana?"

"Daddy?"

"Oh shit. Deana, what are you doing here?" He stepped back from the door and sat down on the bed.

"Oh my God," she gasped. "Did you call for me?" She came in and closed the door, no longer the cock-sure hooker, now ashamed of the cutoff jeans and sheer halter top that showed the rose of her nipples.

"Why did you come here?" He had tears welling up in his eyes.

"Why do you think? Because you fucking called for a hooker, Daddy!" She stamped one black go-go boot angrily, shifted from one foot to the other, arms crossed across her breasts to hide her half-naked form.

"God, Deana, I can't believe this. I can't believe my daughter is a— a—"

"A whore, Daddy?" she demeanded. "What do you expect? You kicked me out of the house. How was I supposed to live?"

"What happened to Danny?"

"He fucking left me, Daddy. Just like you said he would. He was a prick!"

"Oh, honey!" She fell into his open arms and hugged him. "Come home again," he urged.

"I can't. I can't," she breathed. "I'm in too deep." They embraced for a long moment, father and daughter. Then her hands slid back around to the front of her halter and untied it. "I need the money," she whispered.