I had never left the strip clubs, though I did get myself under control. Dad said it was fine as long as I could afford it. Luke and I were similar in that we took our jobs seriously. I had known about his affairs from the start. Hell, I had met a few of the girls. He encouraged them to send me naked pictures and sometimes, even, videos. On the Thursday after our threesome encounter, at lunchtime, I was sitting in my office, pouring over an unsatisfactory report. One of the employees in my department had fucked up and cost us a lucrative contract. It had fallen to me to smooth things over with the client and make sure our services were retained. My phone rang. It was a video call from my father. Glad for the distraction, I set my papers aside and answered.
“Jeez, dad, come on,” I complained. “I’m at the office. There could’ve been people around me.”
On the screen before me, clear as day, was my naked father, dick pointing straight at the ceiling. He was calling me from a laptop that he had placed next to his naked body and he was obviously in a hotel room of some sort.
“What? You never complained when I got my girls to send you pictures. And let’s not pretend that you haven’t been spying on me having sex for years.”
“I don’t have an issue seeing you naked, big guy,” I said, my dick twitching in my pants.
“The issue is with your timing.”
“You’re always alone in that office of yours anyway,” Dad said. “So how are things. I haven’t seen you all week.”
“Things are busy. One of our clients called the office cursing like a madman. I have no idea what the fuck happened. Smoothing this situation has basically been my entire week. How are things with you?”
“Great. I have a business trip coming up. Have to go to London for a week, so you won’t be seeing me for a while. I’m actually leaving tonight. Just saying goodbye to one of my girls. You know her, right? Hey, Ronda, come say hi.”
An older, Japanese woman with a toothy grin and shoulder length black hair came into view. “Is that Roy? Hi, sweetie! How are you?”
Ronda was one of my father’s earliest lovers. She was married with three children, but I wasn’t in any position to judge. I certainly never complained when she sent me pictures and videos of her riding her favorite black dildo.
“Hey, Ronda. I’m fine. Work’s being a bitch as usual. How are things with you?”
She went to stand behind dad. I saw she was wearing a plain white hotel robe. She loosed the buckle, letting the robe fall to the floor, giving me a great view of her naked body. Ronda was petite. She had small tits, but a great, tight little ass. I licked my lips and adjusted my rigid cock in my trousers. Ronda had little nipples and a short tuft of pubic hair. I was dying to get my hands on her supple flesh, to leave red marks on her body. Fuck. I made a mental note to message one of my stripper friends. I’d need to take a detour before I went home. Dad saw the effect Ronda was having on me and smirked.
“Give the boy a show, Ronda.”
Ronda obliged. She turned around and gave her little ass a firm smack. It left a red hand-print, and I looked on, mesmerized, as it shook and jiggled. She then grabbed both cheeks, spread herself open and bent over, giving me a great look at her wet pussy and hot asshole.