KingOfOregon
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"Who's Your Daddy?"
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Phillip Parker bid goodnight to his host and hostess and made his way upstairs to one of the guest rooms. His day had started well before sunrise with a 250 mile long drive from a suburb of Los Angeles to the Harrison's ranch north of Las Vegas. More than 200 people had been invited to the barbeque at which a local man was announcing his run for the Governor's office.
Phillip had not been one of those invited, so when Carl Harrison looked up to see Phillip, the reaction hadn't been a big happy smile. They hadn't seen one another in almost two decades. Despite Phillip having grown up on the wrong side of the tracks from Carl's upper class neighborhood in the Bay Area, the two had been best of friends through and beyond their high school years.
They'd also become partners in crime, running black market cigarettes from Asian and later bales of marijuana from Mexico. Their 20 year business association and friendship had ended abruptly, though, when the DEA busted them with ten bricks of black tar heroine, their next, biggest, and last venture together. Phillip had taken the rap for his friend, spending 5 years in Federal prison before getting his sentence commuted for helping the DEA take down the cartel. He'd spent the next 15 years bouncing about from one rundown apartment to another, pulling off one con or small time theft after another, and keeping up step ahead of one police department after another.
In the meantime, Carl had gone straight, found love, got married, and started a family. He'd turned his already impressive trust fund into a small fortune, selling and developing rural real estate. And he'd picked up some rather important friends along the way, including the man Carl hoped was to be the next governor of Nevada.
Afraid of Phillip making a scene, Carl had invited his old friend to stick around until they could talk in private. Phillip had milled about, drinking champagne and flirting with mostly married yet often unhappy women. He'd enjoyed himself, despite looking about often to find Carl glaring at him suspiciously.
Phillip's greatest joy of the afternoon, though, had been meeting his old friend's daughter. She was young and sexy and personable, and by the end of their third very short conversation, Phillip knew he had to have her. He'd been planning another more intimate conversation with the beauty as the party broke up, but her father intercepted him and invited him to his den to talk.
And talk they did. About this, about that, about everything. But they were dancing around the elephant in the room, Phillip's feeling that Carl owed him.
"What do you want from me?" Carl would finally ask when they finally got to the point of Phillip's visit. "What do you want to leave me alone. Me, my family, my life. What's it going to take to get you to leave me alone?"
"That's a good question," had been Phillip's answer. He'd drained the drink his friend had made for him, then told him, "Why don't you put me up in one of your beautiful home's thousand bedrooms, and we'll talk in the morning when we're refreshed and energized with boat loads of caffeine."
Carl had be obviously unexcited about Phillip staying the night in his family's home, but he'd complied, just wanting this nightmare to end with the least amount of fireworks. If only Carl had known. He'd set Phillip up in the room farthest from his daughter's own room, then (without explaining any details) quietly warned her to stay away from the man.
"He'll be gone in the morning," he'd told her, pulling her tightly in his arms and kissing her forehead. "He'll be gone, and you won't have to know anything more about him. G'night, honey."
Which brought the evening to now. Phillip moved a chair in his darkened room such that he could see the hallway through the cracked door and waited. The girl of his lust filled fantasies finally made her way up the stairs and down the hall. For what ever reason, the young beauty paused at her door to peek toward her father's friend's room. Phillip smiled in the dark, fantasizing that she was as hot for him as he was for her.
He waited a minute or so after she'd disappeared into her room, then quietly made his way down the hell. He listened at the door for a moment, then entered quickly and closed the door behind him. He'd caught her in a very compromising position, undressing for bed. She was down to little more than her stockings, with her blouse off but still in her hands. She clutched it to her chest to hide herself.
Phillip only smiled as he ogled her, telling her, "We didn't get a chance to finish our conversation."