“Fuck, baby, you're tight,” he groaned.
“Give me a sec.”
“I need one, too.” He kissed her cheek, and she turned to catch his mouth in a kiss. They stood still, and he knew it was better if she set the pace. “You move against me when you're ready. Okay?”
They stood still for a while longer, then he felt her flexing. First forward and then back towards him, and he moved along with her—carefully. When her hand left his hip, he took it as a sign and started to move faster. She was still moving with him, and surprisingly soon he could let go.
“Oh god! That's a great dick.” she groaned. “Harder.”
He straightened his back, grabbed her hips, and watched his dick as he repeatedly buried it in her ass with full force.
“Fuck! That's a great ass you've got, baby.”
“Harder!”
“Oh. My. Fucking. God.”
His head snapped up and to the side. The last comment wasn't from April, and to his horror he saw Vi standing in the hallway with her hand covering her eyes.
“What the fuck are you doing here?!” he yelled, pulled his dick out of April's ass, and tried to find something to cover himself up with.
“I
live
here!” she yelled back. “Oh my god! I need to wash my eyes in bleach!”
“Get dressed.” He gave April her shirt and pointed towards the bathroom. After pulling on his own jeans, he looked at his daughter again.
“Drugs!” Vi said. “Isn't there a drug that makes you forget the last twelve hours?”
“I'm dressed.” That was the only thing he could think of saying. He was still panting, rock hard, and had a very well lubed condom covering his dick inside his jeans.
She lowered her hand, and he was still desperately trying to figure out how to deal with the situation. They stared at each other for a few, looong seconds. Then she exploded in laughter.
“You are so paying for my therapy,” she said between laughs.
He started laughing as well. He knew why she was doing it, and he was doing it for the same reason as Vi—it was laughing or screaming in horror.
“I'll pay.” He walked up to her, but she took a few steps back.
“You better wash your hands before you even
think
about touching me.”
“Wait here.” He kept laughing as he walked to the bathroom.
April was sitting on the edge of the bathtub with her hands covering her mouth and tear-filled eyes.
“I'm so sorry,” she mumbled.
“It's not your fault.” He gave her a kiss. “She'll get over it after a few thousand dollars worth of therapy.”
“I thought you said she was at her boyfriend's for the night. I would never have suggested your place if I knew—”
“Don't worry about it.” He opened his jeans to pull off the condom, and then washed his hands. “She
was
going to spend the night at her boyfriend's. I need to figure out why she's not.”
He suspected there might've been a fight, but he wasn't sure.
“I'll... just go home.” April stood up. “Will I see you again?”
“Oh yeah. We're not done.” He smiled and caressed her face. “Ready to meet my daughter?”
“Not really, but I don't see a window in this bathroom.”
She took a deep breath, and they walked out of the bathroom. Vi was still standing in the hallway, and she looked at them as they approached, down at his hand holding April's, and back up at him with a small smile on her lips.
“Vi, this is April.”
Vi looked at April and giggled. “Aren't you the nurse?”
“Yes.” April fidgeted with the buttons on her shirt. “This wasn't really how I... hoped to be introduced.”
“No...” Vi said after a brief pause. “Kinda have to say the same.”
And both he and Vi started laughing again. It was just so... uncomfortable it was insane. April looked between the two of them before she started laughing as well. He'd liked her before that, but the laugh made him more intrigued. Under the circumstances, she was doing good.
If she still wanted to meet him after this she was worth a try, and he owed her an orgasm—if she could ever get one again.
“I'll be off,” April said after calming down, “and let you two deal with... this.”
“Yeah,” Vi smiled. “I'm sorry. I didn't know. He doesn't usually... Anyway, nice to... meet you. Or whatever this was.”
He gave April another kiss and let her out the door.
“I take it she's not a bitch,” Vi commented once April was gone. “I mean, since you took her here.”
“Don't read too much into it. She's just not the kind of woman you take to the clubhouse.” They walked into the kitchen, and he poured milk into a pot and put it on the stove. She'd want some hot chocolate after that shock. “A fight?”
“No, they had some business. Brick called him, and I didn't want to stay at his place alone. It felt weird.”
He sat down next to the window, opened it, and lit a smoke. What'd happened was finally starting to dawn on him, and judging by the expression on his daughter's face, she was having the same revelation. He wondered how much she saw and figured out. So far, she seemed okay, so he kind of figured she hadn't noticed exactly where he was... He sighed.
“Honey, I'm really sorry. I didn't think you'd come home.”
“I know, Dad. I'll call before I do it next time.”
“You shouldn't have to call before coming home.”
He didn't like the thought of that. It was her home, too. She should be able to come and go however the hell she wanted.
“Dad, I'm eighteen! It's really time you had a life.”
“I have a life. I've always had one.”
“Yeah, as a single dad.”
“You were fifteen when we split up. Not much work to talk about.”
“Okay. Even so, don't stop bringing her here just because of me.” Vi put her feet on the chair in front of her and leaned her chin on her knees. “She seems... nice.”
He laughed and shook his head. “She is
nice
.” He finished the hot chocolate and sat down in front of her, sliding her cup over the table. “You're really not gonna ask?”
“No. I know far too much about your sex life already.” She took a sip from her cup and noticed his raised eyebrows. “The girls at the club talk, and they're not always aware of their surroundings. I don't wanna know more than I do, and even if you liked... I can't really think of anything deviant at the moment, but even if you liked
that
you're my dad, and I love you.”
He stared at her, and he really, really hoped she wasn't so okay with anal because she was having it. For some reason that was too much. He looked at her, just about to ask her, and changed his mind. He didn't want to know.
“Maybe not animals,” she mumbled.
“What?”
“I'd have a problem if you were doing animals.”
“Jesus, Vi!” He lit another smoke; he needed a smoke. “What's wrong with your head?”
“Whatever it is, I'm sure I inherited it from you.”
“Probably,” he admitted. “So everything's okay? No fight, just that you didn't want to stay at his place alone?”
“No. No fight,” she shrugged. “Brick hasn't called you?”
“Yeah, he did.” It hadn't been anything big, and Brick only called to keep him updated. He'd said he'd get one of the others to check it out when he realized Bear had company. “I need to get to bed. Think the shock might've almost killed me.”
“Yeah, that was... bad. Think you can at least text me when she's here to warn me?”
“I think it'll be some time before I manage to convince her to come here again.”
Vi seemed to study him for a while. “But really, she's not just a lay, is she? She's the first woman you've brought here. As far as I know.”
“She's the first.” He thought about it. “And no, she's not just a lay. It might be something. Or it
could've
been something
.
Not so sure anymore.”
“I don't know. She seemed pretty cool about it.”
He got up, leaned over her chair and kissed her cheek. “Don't worry about it, Katze.”
He went to bed. April
had
asked if he'd see her again, and he was going to give her a call the next day. If she was prepared to meet Vi again after that first awkward introduction—she was definitely worth a shot.
-o0o-
Mac shook his head at Bear when he opened the door.
“Really, Bear. Subjecting your daughter to such depravity. If she'd been younger, I would've called social services on you.”
Vi'd called him the night before, giggling manically, and told him she'd caught her dad and the nurse having sex in the living room. When Mac said he'd notice Bear checking out the nurse's ass, she'd laughed even harder, and said she really didn't want to think about the woman's ass. He'd thought it was hysterical, and Vi seemed pretty okay about it.
“Fuck you,” he muttered and nodded towards her room. “She's still sleeping. I'll meet you guys there.”
It had been a long time coming—Vi's ink. Both Vi and Sami'd been busy lately, and when she was at the shop, she wanted to spend the time working. Mac suspected she was more worried about the pain than she'd let on, but she denied it.
Finally, Bear, Sami, Chris, and him had set it up without her knowing about it. It was his job to get her to Wicked Ink, where the others would be waiting. They'd all agreed that if she seemed too worried about it, they'd drop it immediately. Mostly because Trixie'd threatened to do a piercing called apadravya on all of them if she thought they pressured Vi in any way.
Mac hadn't known what kind of a piercing it was, but Chris had quickly pointed out that he already had one. When Mac found out it was a rod straight through the dick, he saw Chris in a completely new light. The man was clearly insane.
“By the way, she's fine,” he added. “She laughed about it.”
“Yeah, I know,” Bear said with a big smile. “Crazy fucking kid.”
An hour later, they were at Wicked Ink getting ready. Vi'd been pretty cool when she realized what was happening. It wasn't until she was undressed and on her stomach she started to look nervous. He leaned closer to kiss her cheek.
“You'll be fine.”
“I know! And don't bother giving me the first tattoo talk. I've
given
it hundreds of times myself.”
“Don't think it's hundreds of times, kid,” Sami said in his usual, dry voice.
When Sami tested the machine, Vi grabbed Mac's hand, and Bear laughed from his place at a chair on the other side of the room.
“Why are you here?” Vi said and glared at Bear. “Shouldn't you be at your girlfriend's house making up to her?”
“Why would I? Much more fun watching you squirm. And she's not my girlfriend.”
“I'm not squirming.”
“Yes you are,” Sami said. “Now—don't move. I'm gonna start.”
“A small line first?” Vi begged.
“Small line,” he agreed and started.
As soon as the needle left her back she exhaled. “That wasn't so bad.”
“Bet you a hundred bucks you won't say that a few hours from now,” Mac whispered in her ear and squeezed her hand.
He looked at the sketch of the tree covering most of her left shoulder blade. The leaves turning into birds flying over her right shoulder were placed perfectly. It looked beautiful, but he knew it would take quite a few hours to get it all done. At least it wasn't in one of the more sensitive areas.
She did good, though. Got up for a few breaks, chewed a full pack of gum, and somewhere in the middle she actually talked a little. Probably to try to get her mind off the pain.
But by the time the tattoo was done, she swore she'd never have another tattoo. Ever! Then she seemed to think about something and stared at him in horror.
“Am I supposed to ride with you now?”
“No, Katze,” Bear said and stood up. “I took the truck. I'll take you to Mac's place.”
“I'll go ahead,” he said and gave her forehead a kiss. “Bear'll get you something to eat, and I'll wait for you at home.”
She looked at him. “Is he gonna wanna talk to me about April?”
“I don't know, but if he does, I don't wanna know anything about it.”
“You suck!” she hissed, and then turned to her dad. “I want pizza.”
Mac went home, had something to eat, and about an hour later Vi almost fell through his door. He took her to bed to let her rest.
“Never gonna do a tattoo again?” he asked her while she rested on his arm.
“Can't believe you people just keep doing them.” She shifted uncomfortably in the bed, probably trying to avoid lying on the ink. “Seems like if you do a second you keep doing them, and maybe I should just quit after the first.”
“It's like a drug. I miss the feeling and just keep adding to them.” He kissed her forehead. “Speaking of, think my girl wanna do some work on me again?”
“Sure,” she mumbled. “I might do the Old Lady tattoo—if you ask me.”
“I'll ask you. Don't worry about it. Just waiting for the right moment.”
“Okay.” She yawned and moved closer. “Dad wanted me to meet April, a more... dressed meeting. A dinner or something.”
That was a little surprising. He hadn't known Bear and the nurse were that serious, but if Bear wanted a woman to meet his girl, it was serious.
“And?” he asked.
“And what?”
“How do you feel about it?”
“She seems... nice, I guess. I mean, as nice as someone can seem after you've heard her scream 'harder' while your dad's commenting on how tight—”
“I don't wanna know!”
“Yeah...” she nodded looking sick.
“So it was that bad?”
“No. I don't know. I guess it wasn't
that
bad. I closed my eyes immediately, but I felt sorry for April. It must've been horrible for her. She was really getting it on, and all of a sudden Dad was yelling at me. She might become a nun.”
“Doubt it. Bet your dad is getting her going again as we speak.”
“Eww! Stop talking!” She opened her eyes and looked at him. “I know Dad roamed on Mom because she didn't want to do that.”
He wondered how she knew and didn't know what to say.
“Honey...” he started, but she didn't wait for him to say anything else.
“Have you had anal sex?”
“Babe...”
The sex experience talk wasn't a conversation he wanted to have with her. What he'd done or hadn't done. He was a bit surprised it hadn't come up earlier; she'd never asked him about it. The next second he understood why.