Daddy's Favorite Working Girl

Daddy’s Favourite Working Girl

Nym Hexel

The dim red lights of the Velvet Rose brothel cast a hazy glow over the narrow hallway as Ray Kennedy stepped inside for the third time that week. At forty-eight he cut an imposing figure, tall and solidly built with a thick chest and powerful arms from decades of warehouse work. His dark hair was shot through with gray at the temples, his square jaw shadowed by evening stubble, and his brown eyes held a hungry intensity that never softened. He paid the front desk without a word and headed straight for the upstairs room he always requested.

Maria Kennedy waited inside, twenty-two years old and already exhausted by the night. She had inherited her mother’s soft features but carried them with a sharper edge of resentment. Long black hair fell in loose waves past her shoulders, framing a heart-shaped face and full lips painted a deep crimson. Her body was lush and inviting, full C-cup breasts pushed high in a black lace bustier, a short sheer robe barely covering the curve of her hips and the tiny thong beneath. She had the kind of thick thighs and rounded ass that clients paid extra for, yet every time the door opened she hoped it would be anyone but her own father.

Ray entered without knocking. The door clicked shut behind him and the lock turned with a soft finality. Maria’s green eyes flashed with immediate frustration. “Dad, no. Not again. I told you last time I don’t want you here. Find someone else.”

He ignored the protest and crossed the small room in two strides. The space was typical for the brothel: a wide bed with red sheets, a mirrored vanity, a single armchair, and the faint smell of cheap perfume mixed with sex that never quite left the air. Ray’s gaze raked over her body with open ownership. “You’re still my daughter. I paid for the hour. You’re going to give Daddy what he came for.”

Maria backed toward the bed, arms crossed over her ...