Take Your Daughter to Work, Page 1

By Leslie Schmidt

“Hi Bobby, you want a date tonight?”

“Naw, not tonight honey,” he said, then took a pull on his beer. “I’m pretty bushed, spent the whole day in fucking meetings.”

Loretta was up on stage in the process of untying her g-string. One of the more senior dancers at BT’s she’d been working there for as long as Robert had been a customer.

Maurine sat down next to him, the place was pretty empty on a Thursday evening. She had always liked him. He was always well dressed, never drank too much, always respectful and didn’t assume things.

“How’s the kid?” he asked. She had an eight year old, had shown him pictures—they had even run into each other once in a McDonalds. That time, Maurine and Robert had sat together while Colleen (she called her ‘Cally’) climbed around in the Play Place.

“She’s fine—at my cousin’s right now. She starts fourth grade in three weeks.”

“She looking forward to it?”

“Yeah, she did real well last year.” Maurine watched Loretta for a second. “How ‘bout yours? Your little one—Stacy ?—she ought to be in, what, ninth?”

“Yeah,” he paused. “You remember, that’s nice. Yeah, incredible, she’s starting high school.”

“And you have a boy—Billy(?), still in high school, right?”

“Yeah, we’ll be talking a lot about college.”

Maurine leaned her head on his shoulder—in a friendly way. “You’re nice, I try to remember the nice people.”

Robert put his hand on hers for a second, then patted it.

Loretta was now in her birthday suit, working her way between the guys sitting along the runway—collecting dollars in her garter. There weren’t many, not a lot of money to be made.

“You want to see some new pictures of Cally, I just got some.”

“Sure.”

Maurine got up and went into the dressing room, then returned just as Loretta was coming off stage—they met at the door, Maurine coming out, Loretta going in carrying her clothes. She went to the table and sat down with her iphone. “Here, we were at a friend’s birthday party last weekend.”

The two went through the pictures of the party—little girls and their mothers, cake, presents, a hired clown. Cally was in most of them.

A different girl went up on stage. “Who’s she? I don’t know her.”

“Oh, that’s Shannon. This is her first week. Gives a hell of a lap dance.”

“I’ll only buy them from you.”

“You’re sweet.”

“I’m flying back to Chicago in the morning…I’ll be back next week. I’ll bring you some pictures of my rugrats.”

“Great,” she said.

Maurine sat for another two minutes. Then, “Got’a go, I’m on next.”

For Maurine’s dance, Robert moved to an empty seat on the runway. He carefully put a $20 in her garter as she squatted down in front of him, giving him a close inspection of her shaved pussy—a pussy he was fairly familiar with. After the set she got on her hands and knees on the runway as he stood up. They kissed, even teased their tongues together some for a second.

“I’m going to go hit the rack now,” he said. “Early flight tomorrow. Will you be here on Tuesday next?”

“Should be,” she said.

“I’ll come by and see you.”

She leaned forward and gave him another peck on the lips. “I’ll make sure I’m on the schedule.”

On the two hour flight home the next day, Richard thought about Maurine and her cute daughter, Cally. If things went well he might have something to celebrate next Tuesday—and a big bonus. Then, when the engine note changed and the 737 started its decent into O’Hare he put those thoughts away. He’d stop by the office before heading home. Most weeks when he got in from Miami his wife had a nice family dinner planned.

Actually, that Friday he got great news, then spent the entire weekend working on a proposal. He hit the pavement running when the wheels of the A320 screeched on the asphalt of runway 26L the next Tuesday afternoon. By 4:00 PM Wednesday it was all over. Richard had sealed a merger worth $50 Million—the stockholders would be fools not to accept. At 6:00 he walked into BTs and looked for Maurine.

She stopped when he caught her eye, then waved as she went into the dressing room. Richard went to one of the front tables (again the place was almost empty) and the bartender sent over his usual Jack and Diet Coke. Maurine was on next and she seemed to ignore everyone else in the place as she gave Richard a private dance.

Maurine was petite—just making it to 4’ 12”. She probably didn’t push the scale much over 100. Somehow she had managed to get back a flat belly after carrying a baby, just a little softness around a slightly enlarged belly button hinted that she was a mother—that and a slight droopiness to her AA boobs that gave them a lovely giggliness. Still, she probably couldn’t hold up a pencil for long.

Her hair was dark and she kept it short. There were three rings in her left ear, five in her right and one on the right side of her nose. She had given up on the one in her belly button and let it heal over. When she was younger she’d had one of her nipples pierced but had come to regret that after Cally was born. Now it was mostly healed. There were three tats—a Chinese figure on her right shoulder blade, a rose just to the right of her belly button (gotten after Cally was born) and a snake on the front of her left thigh. When she was clothed she favored Goth.

When her set was over she picked up her discarded clothes and walked to Richard’s table, sitting down with him, still naked. This was technically against the rules but Bobby was a regular customer and, with only a half dozen guys in the place, the ‘crowd’ was not at all unruly.

“Back so soon?” she asked.

“Yeah, big day today, great things at work.”

“Cool! You get that merger you were talking about?”

“Sure did!” Bobby took a big swig of his drink. “You free tonight?”

Maurine looked at him with a bit of disappointment. “Oh, I’m so sorry Bobby but I have to take Cally tonight.”

Robert looked down for just a second. He knew it would be stupid to try to force the issue. “That’s alright dear, what time do you have to get her?”

“Six.”

“Well, at least let me buy you a cup of coffee on the way home.”

“Ok, but it’ll have to be quick,” she said. “I worked lunch today so I get off at five.”

They sat together and watched the next two sets. Bobby commented that he didn’t like the ‘landing strip’ on one of the dancers and that the other one’s tits were way too big. “When they get that big they seem insensitive. Girls with small tits get a lot more turned on by having them sucked.”

Maurine danced her last set and Robert held a rolled up $50 in his mouth that he transferred to her in a kiss. She ran to the dressing room and came back out dressed. He gulped down his third drink before they left.

At the Starbucks a block down they showed each other the pictures they had promised.

“Your Cally is incredibly cute,” he said. “I love her in that bathing suit.”

“Yeah, that’s only when she’s at the pool. We usually go to a nude beach.”

“I’d love to see those pictures.”

This caught Maurine off guard, and she looked at him thoughtfully. “You don’t seem the type to like little girls,” she said quietly.

“Oh, quite the contrary…” Suddenly Robert could see where the conversation was going. He hadn’t planned it but a rush went through him with the thought.

Maurine was still looking at him. “Have you ever…?”

Richard was thinking fast. If this was going to pan out he couldn’t let her think that it’d be alright with her daughter but not his. “Well, when she was little, still needing diapers at night,…” He could see she wasn’t convinced. “There’d be no way I could have kept it away from Donna.” [His wife] “Still, I’ve…”

She smiled, a wicked smile. “I could have you arrested. Drop a dime on your wife.”

“You wouldn’t do that,” he said.

“No, I wouldn’t.” She reached across the table and took his hands. “I’m sorry about tonight.”

“It’s Ok,” he said. “How about next week? I’ll be back in town on Wednesday.”

“Ok.”

“How ‘bout you and Cally?”

Maurine’s face froze. “What do you mean?”

Robert’s guts tensed, but he hadn’t gotten where he was by shrinking away once he started down a path. “Exactly what I said. A date, you, me and Cally. We’ll do dinner and a movie…then more later.”

Maurine didn’t know whether she should slap his face, run away, scream for help, laugh, or cry. From somewhere the old business woman took over. “That’ll cost a lot…a lot more than my usual $250.”

“$5,000.” Robert had always been a shrewd negotiator. “Return $3,000 if she wants to stop.”

Maurine stood up. “I’ll think about it.” She started for the door, then looked over her shoulder. “Call me at the club or I’ll leave a message there.”

He watched her go out and head back toward the club.

For a couple of days she put it out of her mind. She worked lunch the next day, then the night on Friday and Saturday. Both nights she made some good money, usually about $30 in tips every set and $50 each for two lap dances on Friday and three on Saturday.

Sunday she always saved for Cally. They drove down the Keys to their favorite beach. There were more people there than usual as they set up their beach chairs, then pulled their clothes off.

Cally ran off into the water (there was no surf on the Gulf side of the key). As she watched her, Maurine thought about what Richard had proposed. She’d been told that the reason she was so popular at the club was because she was so small—certain men liked that. That explained why Richard had made her is favorite. Someone had a boom box and Cally started dancing.

‘Oh God yes, she is sexy,’ Maurine thought with a shock. And Richard had always been so sweet…

During the day she pulled out her iphone and took a few pictures of her little one.

On the drive back the ‘Check Engine’ light in her eight year old Dodge came on.

She was making dinner as Cally sat at the table, holding her Gameboy in her lap. The apartment was quiet except for the tinkling sound from the game and the various sounds of food preparation. Cally got bored with the game and sat, watching her mother.

She’d be starting fourth grade soon—a normal looking little girl. Her complexion was clear, she didn’t have any freckles, a wide face with full cheeks, a small mouth and nose, hazel eyes. Her brown hair barely made it to her shoulders, she had straight bangs across a broad forehead.

She was just a little bit heavy for her age—by no means fat—but her ribs did not show and her belly was just a little soft.

“Mommy, can I ask you something?”

“Sure honey.”

“One of Sammy’s [her cousin] friends said you shouldn’t be a dancer. He said it was wrong for a mother to do that.”

“How did he know what I do?”

“I don’t know, maybe Sammy told him.”

Maurine had never kept what she did for a living a secret, but she didn’t talk about it much either.

“He’s probably saying what his parent’s said, it’s none of his business.”

They were silent for a moment.

“Do you like dancing?”

Maurine paused, wondering what to answer. “I guess so. Sometimes it’s fun, sometimes I’m pretty bored. I guess any job is like that.” She started peeling a potato. “It puts food on the table.”

Cally looked down at her game. “What’s it like, dancing like that? I mean, dancing without anything on?”

“Well…I kind of like it. It makes me feel…free. Some of the guys, you can see it in their eyes, they’re turned on.”

“Doesn’t that bother you, that they’re looking at you like…that?”

“That depends. Sometimes yes…some guys are real jerks. But most, well, they like it and appreciate me.”

“Are those the ones you go out on dates with?”

“I don’t go out on dates much anymore.”

“Does it make you feel good?”

“Well, yes. I enjoy it. I only go on dates with guys I like, guys who’ve been at the club a few times, that I’ve gotten to know. Besides, sex is fun.”

“Why?”

Maurine laughed. “Why!? It feels good! It’s exciting and warm and it’s fun to make other people feel good.”

“What does it feel like?”

“You know, well,…not really. It’s like when you rub yourself, only it’s better….Sometimes I rub myself when I’m dancing….”

“MOMMY! You can’t do that! In front of people?”

“Yes. Sometimes it’s great because I’m in front of people…it feels really great.”

“I don’t know,” Cally looked down at her Gameboy. “I’ve never…I’ve seen women in movies, moaning…it looks silly.”

“Don’t knock it ‘til you’ve tried it, girl,” Maurine said. She turned the oven on and put the cheese, ham, and potato casserole in. They’d eat for three days off of it.

She looked down at her little girl. She was dressed in a loose spaghetti string top and her panties.

“Go lay down on the couch.”

Cally looked up at her mom. “Why?”

“Do as I say, you’ll see why I like dancing.”

The little one left her Gameboy on the table and went across the room to the sofa in the living room area. She lay down, her head on one of the arms.

“Cover yourself up with the blanket.”

She pulled a Mexican blanket off the back and covered herself up.

“Now, close your eyes and relax. Think about laying on the beach in the warm sun, listening to the water.” She was silent for almost a minute. “Breath slowly, listen to the waves.”

The child calmed, her face became relaxed, her breathing slow.

“Now, real gently move your hands up to your chest and slowly rub them across you. Be real gentle…listen to the waves…think how nice the sun feels…”

Under the blanket, her hands moved up, then started caressing her chest, back and forth.

“Take deep breaths; think about how it feels…”

Cally relaxed further, taking a deep breath.

“Tell me how it feels.”

“Kind of tingly.”

“Do you like it?”

After a few moments, “yes..”

“Now take your top off under the covers.”

Cally looked at her mom, then squirmed under the blanket. She pulled the tank top out from under the covers and dropped it on the floor.

“Go back, rub your chest.”

Cally’s hands moved again under the blanket.

Maurine watched as her eight year old pleasured herself, watched as her face became more tense with the feelings spreading across her chest and down her belly.

“Move one of your hands down to your thigh, gently, do what feels good to you…”

One hand moved down. After a few seconds her knees rose and moved apart.

“Go ahead, you can rub yourself there.”

The movement disappeared where the blanket was lifted off from her stomach to her knees.

“Now take your panties off.”

Cally looked at her mother, then lifted her butt, then legs. The panties dropped out onto the floor.

“Ok, go on honey. You can’t hurt yourself…”

Again the child’s right hand disappeared into the void between her legs while the other still rubbed her chest. She lifted her knees more as she started to hump against her hand and her breathing deepened. Her face began to flush and Maurine could see little droplets of perspiration break out on her forehead and upper lip. She could hear Cally’s breathing.

“Now, imagine you’re still on that beach.”

The child’s movement became stronger, more deliberate. She was beginning to arch her back and push her head against the arm of the sofa.

“Just concentrate on what you’re feeling…”

Her breathing began to morph into moans.

“Imagine that there are people, strangers on the beach, watching.”

Her moans became louder, her movements more desperate. Maurine quietly walked over, looking down at her little girl as she masturbated.

“They love you, they love seeing you.”

“Ohh…ohhh…” Cally began.

Maurine reached down and slowly lifted the blanket, uncovering the child.

“They can all see you, they love you, they want you…”

Cally was covering her vulva with the fingers of her right hand, moving it quickly in circles as she stroked her tiny erect nipples with her thumb and fingertips. She was humping up against her hand as she squirmed her ass some from side to side. Her tiny nipples were like pin heads sticking up from her completely undeveloped chest, the areolas, normally the size of dimes, had contracted smaller. Maurine could see some shininess in the crease between her hairless pussy lips, an occasional a little clear mucus in the folds of her sex.

“You can feel them watching. Some of the men are getting bigger, a couple are even rubbing themselves—getting turned on watching you.”

Cally was getting lost in her feelings. She pushed her middle finger into her slit, moving it along her reddened clit. Her brown hair was getting damp at the roots.

“Imagine one of the men kneeling down, his breath on you, his hands on your hips…”

The little girl started to shake and jerk, she through her head back, her mouth open, breath coming in gasps.

“Go ahead, push your finger in, think it’s a man entering you.”

Cally bent her finger and Maurine watched as she pushed it in to the second knuckle. Suddenly she seemed to lift off the sofa, groaning as an orgasm rocked through her. She held herself there catching her breath and shaking for several seconds before she fell back down, her arms, her body going limp.

She opened her eyes and looked at her mother, then smiled. Maurine reached down and covered her with the blanket. “You nap while I finish dinner.”

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