Life after the Lottery Ch. 74

About 6:30, my phone rang. It was Dawn.

"Hey."

"I won't be home until late," Dawn said.

"Why?"

"Well, the President thought it would just be a great fucking idea to have me be the escort to guide this group from one place to another!"

I laughed.

"You better not be laughing, James!"

"Sorry."

"It is about a dozen men and a few wives. Every time we go from one building to another, one or more of them hit on me. I just walked them over to the hall for dinner. I had to excuse myself from a table full of guys so I could call you."

"Were they hitting on you, honey?"

"Fuck, yes! One of them even grabbed my thigh under the table."

"Samantha asked me if you might use your womanly charms to score some donations."

"Tell Samantha that next time I'll give her the job. After this banquet ends at 8:30, I have to escort them over to the nurses' building to discuss the new building."

"I'll tell her you said you might."

"Well, there are a couple of nice-looking old guys..."

"Well, be a good girl and help the school out, honey."

"James!"

"Bye, honey..."

"What is she doing?" Samantha asked.

"Fighting off old guys, it sounds like."

"She shouldn't have worn that dress..."

"I told her what you asked me."

"Don't get me in trouble, James!"

"She said there were a couple of cute older guys..."

"She wouldn't!"

"Don't hold your breath, Samantha!"

We laughed some more.

"She said she had to leave the table at the banquet because one of them was feeling up her leg."

"She wouldn't leave for that."

"I know. She said it would be late..."

"Oh, boy. What time is the banquet over?" Samantha asked.

"She said 8:30, but after that, the President wants her to escort the group over to the nurses' building to discuss the new building."

"How big is the group?"

"She didn't say. Probably not very big, they are having the dinner at the hall. It won't hold many plus the faculty."

"Maybe I will go next year," Samantha said.

"They only do this every few years. Besides, you will be a mother then."

"So!"

Samantha jumped in my lap and kissed me.

"Dawn may decide to have some fun," she said.

"She probably will."

"She'll probably get plenty of money!" Samantha exclaimed and laughed.

"We should spy on her," I teased.

"We should! They will have to walk right by the parking lot on the way to the nursing building."

"She would see us," I said.

"She would...there wouldn't be anyone else in the parking lot."

"We should spy on her, though! I bet she ends up banging at least one of them!" I said and laughed.

"You really think she would?"

"Sam?"

"Your right. She'll fuck at least one or more of them. Probably at the same time!"

We had gotten the giggles, but we were probably right. I figured we wouldn't see Dawn until morning.

"Well, the President would let someone bang his young wife if the price was right!" Samantha exclaimed as she laughed.

I had met his new wife. He had remarried a bit younger woman. Then I thought about all the shit he had given Dawn and me.

We finally calmed down and stopped laughing as Samantha sat in my lap.

"I bet we could spy on Dawn," Samantha said. "You want to do it?"

"We need to figure how to keep her from seeing us if we are close," I said.

"I have an idea!" Samantha exclaimed and grabbed my cell phone, and dialed.

"Hey, Sam! It's Sam! Did you get that old van of yours running?"

"You did! Great! Can I borrow it tonight?"

"Right now!"

"Okay. We'll be over soon!"

Samantha hung up.

"Sam has this old custom van he is trying to restore. It looks old, and the last time I saw it, it was half painted and half in primer. We could use it!"

"You want to?" I asked.

"Yes! She wouldn't notice it in the parking lot."

"Okay! Let's go."

We got up and headed to my car. We got in and drove over to Sam and Olivia's house and went to the door.

"Hey, you two. Come on in," Olivia said. "Sam, you should have a coat on."

"We'll be in the van."

We went into their house.

"What do you want to use the van for?" Sam asked.

"Some surveillance work," I said.

"Really?"

"We are just goofing off," I told Sam.

"I'll get the keys." Sam walked off.

"Sam, you want me to get you a coat?" Olivia asked.

"I'm fine."

We had run out of the house the way were dressed. I had on some worn-out jeans and a sweatshirt. I hadn't even shaved today. Samantha was in her tight blue jeans as usual and just a college T-shirt...minus a bra.

We grabbed the keys to the van and got it, and headed off. We stopped at a drive-thru and grabbed a couple of large drinks, then drove over to the university. We drove around and pulled into the parking lot by the nursing building.

"Park up by the sidewalk," Samantha said.

I pulled up and parked next to the sidewalk about halfway between buildings and turned off the van. We sat and talked and laughed about Dawn for a while.

"Is that them?" Samantha asked.

We looked over at the hall, and people were slowly walking out. They gathered in groups for a few minutes. We saw some of the couples walking off. We saw Dawn finally come out with four or five guys following her. She stopped and talked to a few groups, then started walking our way with a group of about eight. Samantha and I leaned back in the seats so the sreet lights wouldn't hit us. We had rolled the windows down a little so we could hear.

It took several minutes for the group to make it to us. Mainly because Dawn kept having to stop and talk to one or more of the guys that were flirting with her.

"Oh, shit..." came from Samantha as they walked in front of us and stopped.

"No, really...I'm fine, Jim," Dawn said to a middle-aged guy that was trying to put his coat over her shoulders.

She stood and let him put his coat over her shoulders. We watched as he ran his hands down Dawn's arms and over the sides of her tits. Dawn smiled at him.

When they walked away, the guy that put his coat on Dawn was walking on one side of her while another guy walked on the other.

"That's funny!" Samantha exclaimed. "You want to stay and see if she leaves with anyone...or two?"

"No. There is no telling how long she will be in there."

"Okay."

I hit the key to start the van, and it just clicked. I tried again with the same results.

"Oh, shit..." Samantha moaned.

I tried again.

"Are we stuck here?" Samantha asked.

"It started fine before. It may be a lose battery cable."

I got out and popped the short hood and held it up. I could hardly see the battery, but I felt for it and tried to see if the cables were loose.

"Samantha, turn the light in your phone on and help me a minute."

Samantha jumped out and held her phone under the hood. I wiggled the battery cable and tried to turn it until it was tight.

"Problem?" We hear.

I figured it was security.

"I think we have a loose battery cable," I said.

"Anything I can help with?"

I thought I had the cable tight, so we stood up. It wasn't security. It was a middle-aged guy in a suit and an overcoat.

I noticed, and Samantha noticed the guy was checking out her cold nipples sticking through the thin shirt.

"I think I got it," I said.

"I hope so, daddy," Samantha said. "You need to get me something better than this beat-up old van. It keeps breaking down." Samantha winked at me.

"Well...honey...I'll see if I can get more overtime and get this one fixed," I said, and Samantha smiled.

"You should get your cute daughter something more reliable," the guy said with a big smile.

"I would if I could, but things are a bit tight right now...you know," I said.

"I hope it starts. I have been here all day waiting for you," Samantha said. "I have to get to my job tonight."

"Where do you work?" The guy asked Samantha.

"Probably nowhere now. I am already over an hour late again because of this piece of junk," Samantha said.

"Have you eaten this evening?" He asked.

"Not yet."

"If you're not going to work, I'll make us some dinner," I said. "Let me see if it will start."

I got in the van while Samantha talked to the guy. I turned the key, and the van started. I got out to close the hood.

"If you two haven't eaten, follow me over to the hotel, and we can have dinner," the guy said.

"That's okay," I said.

"I insist. I've been here for hours with them, trying to talk me into giving them more money. I can't handle anymore, and I skipped the rubber chicken," he said.

"Well, I guess we could..." Samantha said and turned to look at me.

"I guess you are skipping work then," I said.

"May as well," Samantha replied.

"Come on, follow me over to the hotel."

"Well...okay..." I said.

"Let me get my car."

Samantha and I got in the van.

"What are you up to?" I asked Samantha.

"Just goofing off!"

We watched the guy walk over next to the building and get in a big Benz. I backed up and waited. When he pulled off, I followed him to the big hotel just down the road from the university. He stopped to valet his car, and we found a place to park and got out and walked to the front door where he was waiting.

We walked in with him and followed him to the restaurant, and he got a table.

"This place is nice," Samantha said, looking around.

"It is, and the food is great," he replied.

Samantha had been teasing him and flirting with him while we ate. I was sure he was playing with her leg under the table.

"What are you studying?" He asked Samantha.

"I'm going to be a nurse."

"Very good."

"I hope so. I'll be paying off student loans for years," Samantha said.

"I'm sure you will find a well-paying job as a nurse. Where do you work now?"

"Since I am 18 now, I can work in the bar down the road."

"You probably get pretty good tips."

"Sometimes, but it usually from some guy grabbing my ass...sorry, dad."

"He should tip well for that!"

"Sometimes they do."

"Samantha, as pretty as you are, you should look into modeling."

"I tried once, but they said my...chest was too big."

"No such thing!" The guy teased, and Samantha laughed.

"You can probably find other ways to make more money...if you tried," he added.

"I don't know. I have to study a lot. I don't have much time."

"You need to find a job that pays well for a few hours."

"Like what?" Samantha hammed it up. "Dad would have to okay with whatever it was."

"Well, Samantha, a young lady with your looks could find something that pays well. And, if your dad approves, you wouldn't have as many student loans."

"That would be great. But, what could I do for that kind of money?"

The guy looked at Samantha, then looked at me to size me up.

"Oh, I think someone with your looks and body could find something."

"Like what?"

"Well, I can think of one."

"What?"

"Some young ladies make very good money as escorts."

"You mean hookers?" Samantha asked.

"No, nothing like that. Some young women just enjoy spending time with men and don't have to worry about a relationship."

"Oh...I don't have time for guys anyway."

"Really. Some of these ladies I have met...don't have time for guys either...but I think they like the job because of the money."

"Really?" Samantha asked. "What do they make?"

"Well, when I have been out of town, I have paid some of these young ladies to spend an evening with me."

"For dinner?" Samantha asked.

"Sure...most of the time."

"What else do they do?" Samantha asked.

"Well, sometimes they want to have more fun than just dinner."

"They do?"

"Yes. I have had a few of them want to stay the night with me."

"Oh?"

"But, I pay them very well when they do."

"You mean they stay the night with you...and have sex?"

"Usually."

"Oh...I see..."

Samantha was letting him know that the idea didn't appeal to her.

"But, those ladies stay mainly to have fun."

"Sam, we better head out," I said.

"Oh, don't go. Stay awhile."

The guy turned to me.

"I'm sure you know that these young girls get to have all the fun."

"I...wouldn't know," I replied.

"I bet Samantha likes having fun...don't you?" He said as he looked over at Samantha.

"She better be studying," I said.

"Oh, let her have some fun, James."

He turned back to Samantha.

"Would you like to have some fun, Samantha?"

"I don't know about that kind of fun."

"Oh, I am sure you have had that kind of fun, Samantha."

"Well...I just turned eighteen."

"So young and so hot."

Samantha giggled.

"Sam, we need to go," I said.

"Oh, James. You wouldn't be averse to letting your sexy daughter make a little extra spending money."

"I don't know about that, mister."

"Samantha...what do you think?" The guy asked her.

"I would have to make a lot of money for that."

"What would you consider a lot of money?"

"I don't know. How much did you pay the other...escorts that spent the night with you?" Samantha said a little defensively.

"Hmmm. Well, I paid a very hot blonde $25,000 last weekend...but she wasn't as hot and sexy...and young as you are. I love your red hair. Is it yours?"

"The carpet would match the drapes...if I had any carpet!" Samantha said, and he laughed.

"Oh, my! Is that true, dad!"

"Emm."

"Oh, Samantha, for you, I would definitely be happy to spend more than I did last weekend."

"Oh, really," Samantha said sarcastically. "How much more?"

"Well, it has been a good week for me....how about $50,000."

"For sex?" Samantha asked.

"For the night."

"Sam, we should go," I said again.

"Wait, dad. You would give me $50,000 to stay and fuck you tonight?"

"I sure would."

"Wooow..."

Samantha looked over at me like she was so surprised.

"Dad? What do you think?"

"No, honey. Let's go."

"I could get a good car."

"You could get a new car," he said.

"Samantha, let's go."

"Dad, for that kind of money...I should think about it."

"Samantha, what have you had? Sex, maybe once or twice...other than when I caught you and your boyfriend last weekend?" I said.

"I know enough!"

"It looked like it last weekend!"

Samantha huffed up and crossed her arms, and sat back.

"Besides, that is a good way to end up kidnapped or worse," I said.

"Now now, James," he said with a smile.

He turned to Samantha.

"Nothing would happen to you, honey. We would just fuck for a while, and you stay the night...and maybe we would fuck again in the morning before I need to leave."

"That's it?" Samantha asked.

"Yes...and you wouldn't have to worry about your dad watching. I bet he watched for a while last weekend, didn't he?"

"Yes!"

"Oh. James...did you like watching?"

"I didn't watch."

"Sure you did! Samantha is so sexy and hot...I'm sure you watched for a long time before you said anything."

"He did..." Samantha grumbled.

"What do you say, Samantha?"

"I should do it!" She pouted at me.

"You'll end up dead!" I charged back.

He turned to look at me.

"Well, James...if you like to watch...you can stay tonight and watch all you want."

"I'm not part of this deal!"

"I know you want to watch," he said.

I crossed my arms over my chest and sat.

"Samantha, would you mind if your dad watched?"

"He already has!"

He laughed.

"I tell you what, James. I'll pay your daughter $50,000 to stay tonight and let me have some fun. And...I'll give you $10,000 to stay and watch."

I thought we were fucked up.

"I'm...I'm not going to watch my daughter have sex!"

"She said you have already watched. You know you want to do it."

"You're a pervert!" I exclaimed.

"Probably! How about I pay her $60,000 and you $10,000, and you stay all night and watch, James. That way, you can make sure she is okay."

"Dang!" Came from Samantha.

"I guess you would do it!" I said to Samantha.

"Hell yes, for that kind of money! You don't have to stay!"

"If he doesn't stay, you only get $50,000."

"That's okay!"

"But, I am sure your father wants to watch...don't you?"

I looked at Samantha as he looked at me, and she was about to burst out laughing.

"It better be cash!" I exclaimed.

"No problem. Are you ready?" He said as he turned to Samantha.

"Oh! I guess!"

He stood, and Samantha stood.

"Come on, James," he said.

I followed behind them as they walked to the elevator. We got on and rode up to the Penthouse.

"Wow!" Came from Samantha as she walked into the penthouse. "This is so pretty!"

Samantha walked around and looked, then came to me.

"Don't let him come," I said, and she giggled.

I sat, and he took his time pulling off Samantha's clothes. As she stood topless, he ran his hands over her big tits.

"You are so hot, Samantha."

"You think so?"

"Oh, yes!"

He got her out of the rest of her clothes, and he got naked, and they got on the bed as I sat and tried to act disgusted.

I watched her as she was on her hands and knees, sucking his cock slowly. She was torturing him as she sucked for a long time.

He groaned loudly as he thrust his cock up into Samantha's mouth and filled it with cum.

"Oh my, Sam! You are good at that!"

"I have had some practice...oh shit! Sorry, dad."

"Move up here so I can eat your young pussy."

Samantha moved up and straddled his mouth, and lowered her pussy down. I watched her have a good time for about 30 minutes before she came hard and gushed.

"Oh, wow! My boyfriend doesn't eat me that well!"

"I have had some experience," he said, and they laughed. "Now you get to earn your money."

Samantha moved back down over his cock. She played with it and stroked it for a few minutes before,

"Make sure you don't come in me," Samantha said.

She straddled him and grabbed his cock and worked it into her pussy, and slid down.

"Like this?" Samantha asked.

"Just like that, honey!"

I sat looking pissed off as Samantha worked her pussy on his cock for a long time.

It had been almost an hour, and she had not let him come. He was hurting.

"Oh, you are so young and hot," he said as Samantha sat after she had come hard.

I watched as he rolled her off his cock onto her back. He picked her legs up and spread them, then slid his cock into her.

"Do you like fucking like this?" He asked.

"I guess..."

I was enjoying watching Samantha being fucked because she was having a good time. She would talk and act so innocent as he fucked her. I had been watching him drive his cock into Samantha for at least 30 minutes. He was struggling to keep going.

"Oh, fuck! This is so good!" He exclaimed.

Samantha built to another orgasm and came hard. He just struggled to keep thrusting into her.

"Oh, my! I didn't know older men could fuck for so long!" Samantha exclaimed.

"It's because you are so hot and sexy!!"

He managed to keep going.

"Ohhhh!! I'm going to come again!!" Samantha screamed.

I saw Samantha close her eyes before she started coming.

"Ahhhhh!!" He screamed.

I watched as he pulled his cock out of Samantha's pussy, and pointed it at her, and started shooting cum all over her tits. He groaned over and over as he kept shooting cum on her.

"Ahhhh!" He let out, and he fell back on the bed.

Samantha looked over at me and smiled, and winked.

Samantha pushed herself up to sit and look at the cum dripping off her tits. She rubbed it on her tits and both her nipples, then moved over to him.

"That was so much better than Gregg. He can only fuck about 30 minutes," Samantha said.

"My pleasure. It really was because you are so hot and sexy."

"And young?" Samantha asked.

"Oh, that too!"

Samantha leaned over him and let her nipples rub against his chest.

"Gregg has to wait about 30 minutes before he can fuck me again. How about you?"

"Oh, my..."

Samantha smiled at him, then eased up and placed a nipple on his mouth. He hesitated but finally started licking and sucking on it. Samantha eventually made him suck both of her cum covered nipples.