Staying in the Family chapter 3 (Patreon)

A few days after he dropped off Sarah at the airport Nate found himself alone in the house once again. He wasn't the most sentimental of guys but he did find it ironic that his wife was the one who forgot their first anniversary. But he couldn't be too upset. Not with the present he had ordered for himself.

The redheaded woman stood at the front of the door of the two story brownstone. She took a quick survey of the house before ringing the bell. She swore she wouldn’t be working this week but she wanted to buy a present for her nieces and that unfortunately required money. It was definitely not the home of a single man. But that was none of her business. She heard someone approaching the door and put on her best professional smile. "Dean Lewis?" She asked seeing the blonde haired man.

“Candy?”

"If you like." She said as Nate let her in. Candy took off her long coat, covering her short tartan skirt and white button up she tied into a halter top that, paired with her purple satin push up bra, showed off her cleavage wonderfully.

"Have a seat." As he hung up Candy's coat Nate smiled like a hungry cat when he has a mouse cornered. He looked the girl up and down in the sexy school girl outfit complete with come fuck me heeled mary jane heels. "So tell me, Candy, your teachers tell me you've been awfully disrespectful during class."

Candy faced Nate with a heavy pout, happy that he wasn't going to beat around the bush so maybe she could get out sooner. "I'm sorry, Dean Lewis." She cooed, her voice dripping with desire, "The boys in class…their cocks are just so big I can't think about anyways but cocks! I don't know what to do, Dean Lewis." She cried, flipping her hair to expose her neck as she reached forward grabbing the bulge between his legs desperately. "You have to help me!"

"I have a few theories on how to help you concentrate. But first, we really must discuss an appropriate punishment."

Emma sighed, placing her bag on the kitchen table with a heavy sigh. Days like this she hated taking the train. Normally it afforded her time to work on her course work. But today she couldn’t get time to think, between the buskers and the men who sat beside her and couldn’t take, “Leave me alone.” as a hint. She would be much more polite on any other day when she told them to get lost but today her professor had it out for her. She had failed his class last year and he expected her to fail again, an opinion which he did nothing to hide either. No matter how much she studied or how much better she did on her tests than she did the year before he regarded her as that same failure. She couldn’t even say he was wrong to think of her that way, she was struggling to pass her classes as it was and in a class of fifty she was one of three other girls. Walking into her room she heard a thump coming from her mother’s room. ‘Ugh.’ She thought, ‘Nate’s home. Hope I can avoid him.’ The last thing she was in the mood for was to see Nate. As she closed the door to her room she heard a woman giggle girlishly which gave her pause. Her mother would’ve told her if she were coming home early. So who was laughing?

Emma opened her mother’s door and her eyes widened as she took in the scene. A redhead wearing a push up bra and a miniskirt sat on Nate’s lap, in her mother’s bed! The bed she had once shared with her father?! “I hope I’m not interrupting, Nate!” She gritted her teeth.

Candy turned and saw the young college girl,

“Hey, I told you before, it costs extra if you wanna bring in another girl!” The redhead stood off of the bed, her skirt exposing her ass as she did.

“I’m not here to join in!” Emma shouted.

“Emma!” Nate shouted, pulling the sheet over his erection. “It’s not what it looks like.” He said in a pantic seeing his step-daughter in the doorway just when things were starting, he knew she had him dead to rights.

“You’re his wife?” Candy looked from her client, who was apparently named Nate, to the upset young woman in the doorway.

“Ew!” Emma gagged, “He is married to my mother!” She growled. “For now!” She added before storming out of the room into the dining room to fetch her phone.

“Emma, wait!” Nate shouted as he chased after her, trying to wrap the sheet around himself like a toga as he went, while Candy stayed behind putting her clothes back on. “I can explain.” He called after Emma as he went down the stairs.

“Good. I’m sure your wife would love to hear it. Sorry, your soon to be ex-wife!” Emma was beyond upset with the man. Over this year he had been around he had been nothing but a leech and finally she had the method to get it removed.

“No one needs to tell her, come on Emma.”

“Oh I think I do.” Emma dialed her mother’s number.

“No!” Nate tried to grab her phone but Emma pulled away and ended up losing hold over the slick phone. The phone slammed against the wall, breaking the back immediately, the front shattering as it bounced against the hardwood floor.

“You asshole!” She shouted as she bent down to pick up her now destroyed phone. The screen flickered and pulsed with liquid color crystals as she tried to use the touch screen to no avail. “You owe me a new phone!”

“I’m sorry about your phone. I’ll get you a new one, I’ll get you ten of them! We can work something out. Just…you can’t tell your mother.”

“I can and will!” Emma had a growl in her voice, the asshole thinking he could buy her off with her own family's money.

“Please, I’ll do anything, just hear me out!”

“Uh,” Candy stepped out of the hall, “I need to go.”

“Then go!” Emma shouted.

“I haven’t been paid.” She gave a small smile to the man who just a few minutes ago she was grinding against.

“What? I pai-”

“You owe me three hundred dollars.” Candy said matter of factly, cutting him off. She was sick of running into this kind of drama and it was why she had told herself no more house calls. Yet here she was in some rich jerk’s house, she didn’t care if he was in some unhappy marriage and needed release. She just didn’t need this drama in her life.

“Nathan! Pay your whore.” Emma stood, putting the remains of her phone on the table beside her purse.

“I already paid her!”

“Funny how I don’t believe you.” Emma crossed her arms, trying to glare harder at him like it could catch him on fire.

“You always pa-”

“Pay her or I’m calling the police! Solicitation is still illegal.”

Pressing his lips together after he had been cut off from talking twice now. The girl just didn’t understand how this worked, that the whore was ripping him off. “I alre-fine!” He said through gritted teeth and stomped back to the master bedroom.

A long silence filled the room as the two women avoided eye contact in the awkward situation.

“...I’m sorry.” Emma finally said after catching her breath.

“For what?” Candy said, tilting her head to the side, surprised at the apology.

“Calling you a whore. I swear I’m not usually…I get how hard it is being a woman trying to earn a living.”

Candy waved her off, “Not the worst I’ve been called when a wife or girlfriend catches me.”

“Does this sorta thing happen a lot?” Emma took just a few steps closer to the redheaded woman halving the large gap between them.

“More than you’d think. Some guys are dumb enough to do it at their home like your step-dad. One time a guy’s boyfriend walked in on us and he got called a whore and so much more. That was actually pretty funny.” Candy’s laugh died out quickly seeing Emma was unamused, “The smarter guys usually spring for a hotel at least. One guy even said he owned a hotel and still called me over to his place, so not the sharpest tool. Then his wife turned up, surprise, surprise.”

“She walk in on you two too?”

“No, well sorta.” She explained as she covered herself in her long coat, “He made me hide in the closet but it turned out she already knew.”

“Well, cheaters aren’t exactly the brightest.”

“Yeah…weirdest part is she bought my shoes off me.”

“Really? Why?” Emma asked, looking down at the glossy black five inch heels the girl was wearing now.

“She decided to punish him I think, and since he was already wearing panties-”

“He was?!”

“It’s a long story.” She laughed, thinking about how he wanted her to wear a costume, but hadn’t set it up in advance, so she made him wear her panties so he understood that while he was paying, she was in control.

“What happened to him?”

“From what I heard she tricked him into dressing up like a woman.”

Before Emma could ask more Nathan returned with a handful of cash, “Here. You’re paid. Again.” He said angrily, completely upset that he just tipped the bitch three hundred dollars and all he got out of the deal was a case of blue balls and the quandary of how to get Emma to calm the fuck down.

“Nice doing business with you.” Candy smiled, snatching the bills from Nate’s hand and quickly left. With this, and what Nate had already paid her she wouldn’t have to take any more clients while she was visiting her nieces.