Becoming Daddy's Slut - Closed

[Vagrant]

~ This thread is closed for myself and RpKitten ~

In the space of a couple days, Dylan Vox had two big surprises. The first was that his ex-wife had died. It was a car wreck, and she had gone quickly. They were adamant that he knew that. As if he cared. She had run out on him, leaving him a note telling him not to look for her. And for a little over 18 years, that was the last he had heard about her. The other surprise was that when she left, she was pregnant. He had a daughter.

With her mom gone, his daughter Stacy had nowhere else to go. She had never made much of herself on her own, so with all of her creditors, there wasn't much left of the estate for Stacy to make anything happen with it.

He had invited his daughter to live with him for two reasons. The first was that it was expected that he would, and he didn't want the hassle of having to deal with not doing so. And the second, the main reason he did and the one that he wasn't about to tell her right yet, was that she was fucking hot. He wasn't too proud to admit that his daughter was a babe and he wanted to fuck her brains out... and with everything he had heard about her at the funeral, she had a lot of brains to fuck.

It wasn't until they were almost home, halfway across the country from where she had lived all her life, leaving the Miami airport, that he told her what he did for a living. He made porn. Movies, websites, escorting, the whole deal. And he made a lot on it.

That was why when they pulled up to his house, her new home, it was huge. Her bedroom alone was almost as big as her old house.

"Listen, Stace... I'm not going to do the whole dad thing... for a couple reasons. One, you're fucking 18 years old, so that ship has sailed... and two, I'd just be rally shitty at it. So, I mean, go nuts, do what you want, I won't be there to yell at you. But I do have one thing... I've got a certain reputation to uphold and having a daughter that dresses all frumpy..." He was referring to her baggy clothes that covered basically everything. "Just isn't going to do it... so we're going to have to get you a make over... soon."

 

[Rpkitten]

Stacy had spent most of the ride from the airport in silence -- staring passively out the window and trying to avoid conversation as much as possible. The man driving next to her may technically be her father, but could just as well be any random stranger off the streets as far as she knew. She had never met him and her mother avoided mentioning his name her entire life. All she knew was he's a jerk who abandoned them before she was even born. And now she had to go live with him.

Unsurprisingly, he also turned out to be some sort of big time pornographer and openly bragged about all the smutty stuff he sold. Ugh... this is gonna be the worst.

Although he may be a jerk, he at least wasn't a lying jerk as the house he pulled up to was a mansion. Stacy couldn't even begin to guess the number of rooms just from looking over the outdoors, but didn't really care. She wasn't impressed by the money... she was way more interested in the odds of being able to avoid any and all contact with Dylan. And a home that big would provide lots of places to slip away to.

"I've got a certain reputation to uphold and having a daughter that dresses all frumpy... Just isn't going to do it... so we're going to have to get you a make over... soon."

"I just spent five hours on a plane," she looked at him in disbelief. "You were expecting high fashion?" Probably fishnets and clear heels, knowing his business, but she kept that bit of snark to herself.

Stacy stepped out of the car, then walked towards the trunk to get her bags. "Don't worry, I won't be an embarrassment to your fancy rich friends."

In fact, I hope they never see me at all...

 

[Vagrant]

He laughed as she retorted that she had been on a plane to explain her fashion sense. "Snark, I like it... I wasn't commenting on the way you look now. I just know your mom. I bet you don't even own a skirt that's shorter than mid calf."

He helped her with her bags and showed her to her room. "You know, it's a pity you've never been here before. Though that wasn't going to happen considering the circumstances. Do you want the tour now, or after you freshen up after your flight? I can imagine you want to shower and stuff from being on that stuffy plane."

If she decided to delay the tour until later, he'd oblige and leave her alone to settle in. Either way, when the tour happened, he would show her around. The house was huge, but it wasn't like it was full of bedrooms to house a small army. He went more for size and space rather than occupancy. He showed her the entertainment room with the theatre setup and leather couches, the games room with a pool table and other things to play, the kitchen and dining room, the home gym, and out back to where he had a large patio, pool and sauna. "You know, I think we should have a bit of a party. Something of a 'I just met the daughter I never knew about' kind of thing. What d'ya say? Sound like fun?"

 

[Rpkitten]

Stacy opted for the immediate tour after dropping her bags off at the room. Sooner they get this over with, the better.

"Nice place," she allowed at least a little credit while Dylan showed her around. She could see herself enjoying the pool and maybe a little time in the gym and sauna. But she was still pretty set on just locking herself in her room and staying as unnoticed as possible.

"You know, I think we should have a bit of a party. Something of a 'I just met the daughter I never knew about' kind of thing. What d'ya say? Sound like fun?"

Never knew, my ass.... she thought to herself but answered with a polite, "No thanks, that's okay. I don't think we need to make a big deal about it. I used to live with mom, now I'm going to live here for a little while. No need to make a fuss."

She lazily rolled a ball across the game room's pool table as she spoke, then stepped out through a glass partition towards the pool. "Let me guess..." she prompted, then looked back towards Dylan. "This whole place is a giant tax write-off. You shoot your... movies.... out here by the pool and call the whole place a business expense."

 

[Vagrant]

"You're right, finding out you have a daughter isn't all that big." He chuckled. "You at least knew there was a guy out there that was involved in you being there... I had no fucking clue." It was obvious she didn't believe him, but that didn't change the truth of the matter. Her mom wasn't the saint she had purported to be.

"Tax write off? Nah, I've got a studio and a smaller house that's used just for shooting. Nobody lives there. Not to say that some... amateur stuff hasn't been filmed here, if you catch my meaning." He winked at her.

"But I get it. The disdain in your voice is loud and clear. I'm scum, what I do is scum, and I should be ashamed of it all. That about cover it? Let me guess, your mom told you that I was a deadbeat who barely lifted a finger to do shit, cheated on her, hell, maybe she said I was abusive, I don't know... so she had to escape for her own good. What did I get wrong?"

 

[Rpkitten]

Not to say that some... amateur stuff hasn't been filmed here, if you catch my meaning." He winked at her.

"Gross." Stacy wrinkled her nose and looked away.

"But I get it. The disdain in your voice is loud and clear. I'm scum, what I do is scum, and I should be ashamed of it all. That about cover it?"

"Pretty much."

Let me guess, your mom told you that I was a deadbeat who barely lifted a finger to do shit, cheated on her, hell, maybe she said I was abusive, I don't know... so she had to escape for her own good. What did I get wrong?"

"She actually didn't say much about you at all... you were like freaking Voldemort. He Who Shall Not Be Named."

Stacy meandered over to the edge of the pool and dipped her fingers in to swish around a little. "She just said you were an asshole who bailed on her when she was pregnant. Weren't ready to grow up and be a dad and stuff."

 

[Vagrant]

He burst out laughing when she said that her mom told her that he had bailed on them. "She told you that I left her? Oh that's rich." He laughed a little bit more and then looked at her. "I ahte to inform you... actually... no, I don't... But either way, Your mom has been lying to you about at least that your whole life. She left me. Left me a letter telling me not to try to find her. She said I was worthless and a degenerate. So, I followed her advice and didn't look for her. I'm not even sure if she knew she was pregnant, and you definitely weren't born yet."

"I'll be inside, come to the dining room when you're ready for supper. It's been a long day and airplay food is fucking terrible." He headed back to the french doors that open out onto the patio, but paused and turned. "Makes you wonder what else she lied about, doesn't it."

 

[Rpkitten]

Stacy retired to her room briefly to run a little water over her face and check out her room's amenities -- TV, a desk for her laptop, a place to dock her iPhone. She certainly couldn't complain about her living environment.

Back down in the kitchen she helped herself to a Diet Coke from the fridge. "What'd you have in mind for dinner?" she asked and took a sip.

 

[Vagrant]

"Well, I want to celebrate, so we're going to have some steak and mushrooms, some wine... and we can talk about how things are going to be between us." He definitely had some ideas.

He got the food ready to take outside to the grill and looked at her. "If you want you can join me outside and you can tell me everything you hate about what I do, or whatever else you want to talk about, or you can go explore the house until dinner's ready. It's up to you."

 

[Rpkitten]

Dylan departs for the grill before she can even remind him that she's too young for wine. But Stacy followed him out anyway to continue the conversation.

"If you want you can join me outside and you can tell me everything you hate about what I do, or whatever else you want to talk about, or you can go explore the house until dinner's ready. It's up to you."

"I don't hate.. you know... adult entertainment," Stacy told him and sat back in a patio chair. "I think people should be free to do whatever they want with their bodies. I just didn't think I'd be living around that stuff, is all."

 

[Vagrant]

"Porn... you can call it porn, I won't be offended. Hell, I call it porn."

Dylan started up the grill and let it get hot before he put the steaks on. The mushrooms were wrapped in a tinfoil pouch, and they went on as well.

"If your mom hadn't run off, you'd have grown up... well, not around it... but you know, not isolated from it either... I can imagine you have this idea of how your mom and I were... that she tried to get me to do something respectable, and I refused... and that she left in frustration at my unwillingness to change, four our daughter. But that isn't what happened. Your mom knew exactly who I was and what I did for a living when we met. She watched, and reaped the benefits, as I established myself and built my company from scratch. I put her through school, used connections to get her a job... and she never asked me to quit, or to change. She just decided one day to split. She had gotten what she wanted from me, so there was no reason to stay."

He looked over at Stacy. "I don't even think she knew she was pregnant... and if she didn't, I bet that put a damper on her plans. Probably why things didn't go so well after, with all that debt and everything."

He turned the steaks over. "How do you like yours cooked?"

 

[Rpkitten]

"Medium Well," Stacy answered and took another sip of her Coke.

She didn't buy all of what Dylan was telling her, but didn't see a point in arguing about it either... it wouldn't change anything anyway.

"Yeah, so about the debt.." and lord knows there was a lot of it. "Amber was telling me there was some kind of government bailout thing I might qualify for because I was still a minor when the accident happened." What a shitty way to spend a Birthday weekend. "I'll look into it tomorrow, but with any luck I'll pass this mess onto Uncle Sam and be out of your hair sooner than expected."

 

[Vagrant]

He chuckled at her naivety. "Sweety, just because you didn't grow up with your rich dad doesn't mean the government is going to ignore the fact that he's rich. Besides, the debt your mom racked up is against her estate. It doesn't survive probate. You aren't required to pay it back once the estate is settled, but you won't see a dime from the life insurance either... Your mom's creditors will have to eat any loss over and above what's in the estate, but they do get first dibs on what's there."

He took his steak off the grill once it was medium rare and kept cooking hers.

"So, you may not be in debt, but you're also flat broke without a college education. Your employment options are pretty slim, unless you know somebody. And lets face it, I'm the only person here you know, and even that is pushing the definition of the word."

"Give me some time to think it over, and I'll find something for you to do for my company... unless you'd rather flip burgers or something..."

 

[Rpkitten]

Stacy's face twisted -- she didn't like what she was hearing, but couldn't argue against it either. And then he mentioned her working for his company... a freaking porn studio... and her face dropped.

"You mean like... answering the phones, right? I don't think I want to have to be at the ... shoots or whatever."

 

[Vagrant]

He laughed at her reaction. "No... I wasn't going to suggest you get on camera. Though say the word and I'll make it happen. You definitely have the body for it. But no, I wasn't thinking about putting you in a movie. Though now that you mention it, maybe as an extra. But no... I was thinking more market research. See what the competition is doing that we aren't, what works, what doesn't... basically, you'd get paid to watch porn."

Of course, it would be a lot of porn, on a daily basis. But they didn't need to go into those kinds of details right then.

 

[Rpkitten]

Stay arched her eyebrow. "Wait, what? You're serious? Get paid to watch porn all day?" She stifled a laugh. "You don't need me, dad... I know plenty of boys who are going to do that anyway. Might as well get paid for it."

 

[Vagrant]

"Sure, but two things. First, those boys aren't my daughter, and my daughter needs a job. Second, like you say, they'll do that anyway. You're perfect for it because you wouldn't. Unless I read you all wrong. You can tell me what would get someone like you to watch. What would get you hot."

 

[Rpkitten]

Stacy's cheeks flushed at the thought of every telling anyone, much less her dad, what got her fires burning. But still... easy job, right? And she didn't have a wealth of options.

"And you think I'm your target market? Do you, like, specialize in girl-friendly porn, or something?"

 

[Vagrant]

"That assumes all porn isn't girl-friendly. It just depends on the girl." He winked at her and took her steak off the grill, along with the mushrooms.

"Come on, lets go back inside." Taking the food back inside he poured them each a glass of wine and plated the steaks and mushrooms.

"There's always room to expand, new directions to take. So, if you find things you like, great. If you don't, tell me why. And don't just say it's because you don't like porn. You're my daughter. It could be said it's in your genes." He smirked. "One day maybe you'll take over from your old man."

 

[Rpkitten]

"You're serious about this," Stacy said as they walked back into the home. "You're not joking... you want me to pay me to watch other people's porn all day and... rate it or review it like some kind of Porno Roger Ebert?"

She took her place at the table, helped setting it and plating the meal.

"And then what?" she asked curiously. "Let's say I find something that's all 'Two Thumbs Up' from me. Then what? You try to copy it? Or hire their stars away or something?"

 

[Vagrant]

"Not just other people's, mine as well. It's not just about recreating the plot, or hiring the talent in the movies.. it's more about what you liked about it. The camera work, the writing... don't laugh... that sort of thing. Plot elements are fair game, sure.. but I'm more interested in why certain plots interest you."

In truth this was far from about her interest in porn. He wanted to corrupt her, turn her into the very thing that her mother had left to avoid she herself becoming.

"Oh, and as well as the movies, I want you to keep tabs on a number of blogs online. Find out what the average consumer wants... maybe even start a blog of your own and participate in the discussions. I'll give you a list of the key blogs out there right now." If she thought she was going to get a list of sites that did reviews and commentary on porn, she was going to be surprised. The ones he wanted her to get involved with were primarily concerned with training and transforming women into bimbos, sluts, and sex toys.

He wanted her life to revolve around sex as much as possible. This was just the first step.

 

[Rpkitten]

"Alright," Stacy said with a shrug of her shoulder and cut into her steak. "How bad can it be?"

((OOC: OPEN INVITATION TO ANYONE READING THIS: To facilitate this story, SEND ME LINKS to videos on websites like YouPorn, RedTube and Xhamster. I WILL watch them. If I find them interesting, I will use them for the story here. Anything found in mainstream porn should be fair game ... i.e. don't go out of your way to gross me out. ~LOL~))

"When should I start?" she asked between bites, then another thought dawned on her. "And do I have to go to your office for this? Or can I just stay here where it's private?"

 

[Vagrant]

"If you want, you can start tomorrow." He told her as they ate. He refilled their wine glasses as well.

"No, you don't have to come to the office with me. But I would like you to every so often. Even if only to get out of the house and meet some people. I'm sure you'll make a few friends there."

After they finished eating, he took the dishes into the kitchen and started to load the dishwasher. "So, how was your steak, did I cook it right for you?" Since it was the first time he had cooked a steak for her, he didn't know if it was to her liking. His medium well might be different than what she preferred. After all, he made porn, he wasn't a chef.

"I'll get you a list of blogs to check out before I leave for work tomorrow."

 

[Rpkitten]

Stacy accepted her second glass of wine and drew a sip. Wine was no big deal -- her mother let her have it at important dinners all the time. It hardly counted as alcohol in her book.

"So, how was your steak, did I cook it right for you?"

"Yeah, it was fine. Not bad for a bachelor," she said with a grin.

"I'll get you a list of blogs to check out before I leave for work tomorrow."

"Works for me," Stacy said and finished her bit of the cleanup. "If it's cool with you, I think I'll unpack and call it a night. Big day tomorrow! New job!" she joked and laughed.

 

[Vagrant]

He nodded as she said she wanted to call it a night. "Yeah, you've had a long day. I'm not long for this world myself, really. But before I turn in I'll get that list of sites and blogs together for you. I may add more as you go, and you're quite free to expand into your own interests as well..."

He kissed her forehead and gave her a hug... seemed the parent-y thing to do, anyway. As she walked out of the room he watched her ass with a lecherous smile. Damn she was hot. She needed to loosen up though. He was a bit surprised that she had accepted the 'job' he had offered her so easily, to be honest.

The following day, he gave her a list of websites, with membership details for her to use. His own was in there of course, as were a number of his competitors. On the bottom of the list were a number of blogs and tumblrs that were mainly showcasing things he wanted her to absorb and learn from, though he didn't tell her that. Instead he told her that they were run by people that seemed to be hubs of interest in the audience, and he wanted to better understand them.

After breakfast, he wished her a good day and left for work.

If she decided to snoop, because what 18 year old girl who just met her porn king dad wouldn't, she would probably come across his stash of drugs. Marijuana was the prime constituent and while it was now legal, the other drug present wasn't. He had a small stash of MDMA. Not a huge amount, but enough for a few hits without running out.