Paul hesitated for a moment. What was she doing? Dares? Huh?
"Well, I guess it might be fun. Dare."
Kylie grinned wide. "I dare you, handsome, to not hesitate before living out your deepest, darkest little sexy fantasies. Hmm?"
Paul blinked for a second. Why not? Why not bang this whore, why not pay her to do the filthy little sordid things he fantasised about in his most private moments? Kylie squealed and wrapped her legs around him as he hefted her up and carried her up the stairs, towards his marital bed. But, before he got there, he glanced to the side, to his spoilt little brat's bedroom. Her cheerleading clothes lay scattered around the room.
He took a detour, laying Kylie down on the bed as their tongues intertwined. Paul slid away, grabbing one of his daughter's cheerleading tops. He tossed it at Kylie. "Put it on, honey, and pretend to be my daughter Jen."
The prostitute blanched. Huh. He was really into some kinky stuff. But hey, his money, his cock, right? She slid out of her tube top, Paul drooling at the sight of her big bouncy melons. They jiggled and bounced as she struggled into one of Jen's tops, somehow squeezing her oversized rack in, fabric stretched to breaking point and the hem pulled up just under them.
Kylie looked Paul in the eye. "Daddy, I've been a reeeeal bad girl. Maybe you should come punish me?"