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The Job Offer

“Daddy, I need more money for clothes. I’m going out with Jenny and Peggy tonight and I want to look good.”

My 19-year-old daughter was begging for money again, and I was sick of it. She had a lot of nerve asking me for anything after the grades she got for her first year at the local community college. She was taking general studies. Basically, a program for someone with terrible grades in high school, who was aimless and had no idea what they could do with their lives, and had parents pressuring them to get some kind of post-secondary education. She’d barely graduated high school, and promised to try harder in college, but I had to admit she really just wasn’t bright enough, no matter how hard she tried. On top of that, she didn’t try very hard. She kept going out with her friends and neglecting her studies. Neither her mom nor I had any schooling beyond high school and I had always hoped she’d get a degree. That wasn’t happening.

Franny’s mom walked out on us when she was young, and it was just the two of us since then. I never bothered to remarry, focusing on my auto shop business and raising my little girl. Well, she wasn’t that little anymore. She was still very short, like her mother, barely 5’, but her body filled out in the last year or so, with thick, luscious curves a father shouldn’t notice on his daughter. But I did notice. A lot. So much so, my cock got hard every time I was around her, and it was becoming difficult to hide. Her body was full and soft, not like most skinny, hard-bodied girls these days. She was built like a woman, ripe for breeding. The thought of her getting fat with babies made pre-cum weep into my boxers.

She was oblivious to my depraved thoughts, flitting through life like she was confident everything would work out fine. So far it did, since I took care of her. Maybe I was too protective of her. She should be dating boys her age, but she didn’t seem interested. She hung out with a few girls, but otherwise seemed to prefer spending time with me. I felt guilty that I liked it that way.

I suspected she wouldn’t even finish her one-year program. We needed to talk about what her plans were for the future.

“Franny, I’m not giving you money for clothes. You have tons of clothes already, and it’s all the same thing. Jeans, leggings, sweatshirts. You don’t even buy any skirts or dresses. Where do you think you’re going tonight with your friends with clothes like that?”

She thrust out a curvy hip, giving me a bit of sass. She was a good girl, but her friends brought out a bit of a brat in her sometimes.

“Daddy, we’re just going to the new burger place. I wanted a new t-shirt with my favorite cartoon character on it – you know, the puppy with a tiara?”

She dressed like she was 12, and had a body like a goddess. It was a crying shame.

“I’ll give you money for clothes if you buy something more your age. It’s time for you to stop dressing like a child. Buy some skirts and dresses, and tops that fit you better. If you come home with anything else, I’ll make you take it back.” I was already picturing her in a short skirt, and knew I’d have to take the edge off with a rub and tug when she was out.

She rolled her eyes. “Fiiiine.” She dragged it out, her face so dramatic, it stirred my temper. I wasn’t used to her giving me attitude, and I didn’t want it to continue. I admit my dick had something to do with what I did next.

I strode over, my eyebrows furrowed to show her I meant business, and I turned her to the side and swatted her ass. Hard. She screamed. So dramatic.

“Daddy, what the hell?” She rubbed her cheek and gave me a hurt look.

“You’ve always been so good, I’ve never had to spank you. But now you’ve got this attitude, and I’m going to spank it out of you if I have to. Be grateful I’m giving you any money with the grades you got. I don’t think you’ll be able to graduate from your program. What are you going to do with your life, Franny? Maybe you should just quit school and look for a job.”

As soon as I said it, I knew it was true. School wasn’t for her, and since she wasn’t even dating, it wasn’t like she was going to jump into marrying and having kids. The very thought of her marrying some boy made me feel so protective, I grabbed her and hugged her close.

She cuddled into me, sniffling. “I really tried daddy,” she started, and I grunted in disbelief.

“Okay, I kinda tried, but I’m really not good at school stuff. I don’t know what I want to do. Or even what I can do. I need you to tell me what to do with my life.” She sniffled some more, and buried her face in my shirt. I tried to keep my hips away so she wouldn’t feel my hard cock between us.

I thought about it, stroking her long, wavy, strawberry blonde hair. She smelled like citrus and a sweet scent that was all her, and I couldn’t get enough of it. My daughter needed me, and I couldn’t make her get some job out there that would be too hard for her to manage. She was mine to take care of, and I thought of just the way to give her purpose, and keep her close to me.

“I could use a receptionist at the auto shop. Why don’t you forget about going back to school in September and come work for me. You can greet customers, answer the phone to make appointments, deal with invoices, stuff like that. I promise it’s won’t be too hard. We’d go into work together every day, and I’d make sure you didn’t get any work you couldn’t handle. You won’t get a better situation than that.”

She stilled, and pulled back, a smile lighting up her sweet face. “Do you mean it daddy? That would be perfect! I know you’ll take care of me and I won’t have to worry that my boss will think I’m stupid.” She hugged me so tightly, I was sure she would notice the throbbing shaft in my jeans.

“It’s settled, then. I’ll give you some cash, but you’ll need to buy nice clothes, like I said. You’ll need to dress like a lady at work, not a pre-teen girl. And not like an old lady either. No skirts to your ankles. This isn’t a convent. Buy some pretty clothes that show off your figure. ...