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Daddy's Favourite Girl (TenderAggression x LustfulSins)

TenderAggression

TenderAggression

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Duke scowled as he ran a strong hand through short, black hair, gold band shimmering in the dim light of the club. The air was heavy with the smell of cigarette smoke and cheap perfume, much like any other. The music was jazzy, slick, and slow, like the waves of the ocean, perfect for what the girls in there needed to do.

It had been a long time since he had known the touch of a woman. He had been so hard at work that he had barely any time to bother himself with sex, not since his wife had passed in an accident, leaving him and a son to fend for themselves. When he had gotten the offer for a higher-paying position overseas, he knew he had to take it, if only to be able to afford the best for his only love in life now. He sighed and lit a cigarette of his own, putting it to his lips and letting a slow drag fill his lungs, before exhaling and letting it sit. There were girls working their bodies on the stage, and men of all sorts of repute watched on in delight, partaking in this visual feast.

Something caught his eye. A flash of red and a familiar form, faintly reminiscent of his wife. He gestured for a nearby employee to come over and pointed at the redhead, voice low and baritone. "That girl. How much for some one to one?" The waitress smiled and nodded towards the backroom. "How much is she worth to you Sir?"

Duke scoffed and handed her a wad of hundred dollar notes, before standing and walking into the backroom. He paused and turned his head, remembering something.

"I want vodka. And lots of it."
 
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Chase has been dancing at the club for two years, since turning eighteen and graduating high school. With his dad overseas, there hadn't been anyone to pester him about it. But the bar only wanted girls, so Chase made a compromise. He grew out and cut his hair into a feminine pixie cut, went from track and field to swimming to keep his body lean and slender, and started dressing in women's clothing and lingerie. Overtime, he found he preferred more feminine clothing.

After the first six months dancing, more and more patrons started discovering he's actually male, but he was too pretty and cute for them to care. They still bought lap dances and tipped him on stage. He even drew in more regulars, gay men that wanted more than just a lap dance. Chase became known as the resident femboy dancer, and he wore the title proudly. As an unspoken agreement, nobody ever talked about the fact that Chase is male, and he never dressed like it.

Tonight, he's spinning on stage in a tight black crop top with a paw print on the back, a pair of purple sleeves on bicep bands, and little leather booty shorts under a purple mini skirt. He's always got a skirt on, to hide the obvious curve at his groin. It's also 'pet night' at the bar, meaning the girls wear pieces of animal costumes. The rest of the girls have tails clipped to their skirts or shorts. Chase modified his shorts so he can wear his cat tail as an anal plug.

When the waitress catches his attention, Chase hops down and heads for the indicated back room door. Not his first request of the night, though the previous was a regular that just doesn't want others knowing he gets dances from the femboy. Chase knocks on the door, then waits to hear the invite in.
 
"Mm. Come in." Duke called around a sipful of vodka, allowing the girl he had taken an interest in to enter. "I'm Duke, but Sir will do just fine. Let's keep it simple, hmm?"

Ten one-hundred dollar notes sat in front of him, next to two shot glasses and the clear bottle of vodka, now slightly less full than it had been prior.

"You're job tonight, is to impress me. You stand a chance to win a solid grand here, but that will depend entirely on your performance. For each time you exceed my expectations, another hundred will go your way." He reached forward and pulled the girl close, his face mere inches from hers, a predatory smile dancing on his face.

"What say you, kitten? Think you got what it takes?" God she really did bear a striking resemblance Diana. Ignoring that passing thought, he released her and sat back, arms lounging at his side, his hard features exppectant.
 
Chase opens the door, flirty smile on his face, and stops dead. Dad?! What the hell is he doing here? When did he get back into town? It takes all Chase's experience not to break his smile, closing the door behind him. Oh gods, he's going to get recognized. What is he going to do?

Chase gasps when Duke pulls him in close, not even thinking about the money right now. This close, there's no way his dad doesn't notice- But he doesn't. Duke doesn't recognize him with the hairstyle change and the outfit. Biting his lip, he shivers when his dad calls him kitten, even if he isn't aware.

Chase steels himself to try and get through this encounter without being caught. Sticking his tongue out, he sways his hips, but keeps his movements careful to not reveal he's male. His black cat tail sways as well, hanging from beneath the back of his skirt. With little effort, he pulls out his practiced female voice. "Of course! Anything for the paying customer. My stage name is Cherry. What can I start you off with, Sir?"
 
"Cherry? Hm. I think Kitten is far more appropriate." Duke let his cheek come to rest on his knuckle, brows furrowed in thought. He smirked, shaking his head. "God I feel like we've met before somewhere. No matter."

Seeing as how the girl wouldn't be taking the initiative, Duke gestured for her to come close, then let her sit on his thigh. "I was hoping for some creativity, but I can respect a girl who listens to instructions."

His lips were a hair's breadth away from her ear, his voice husky. "You're going to do this in order. The first four hundred dollars will be earned with a strip tease, down to your underwear, and the top gone. The next four hundred, you give me a lap dance. The last two hundred.." He smiled, feeling himself tonight. "A kiss. And a deep one. You do all of this successfully, and I'll give you an additional one grand."

"Do we have a deal Kitten?"
 
Chase really needs Duke to not think too hard about his likeness to his dear deceased mother. He comes to sit on his dad's thigh, choosing to sit sideways to the man to avoid his groin pressing against his leg. He swallows and licks his lower lip when Duke says he wants him stripped down to his underwear. He really needs a compromise right now. "Everything but the skirt, and it'll be a deal."

As long as he can keep the skirt, Chase might sneak by undetected. Swaying his hips, he starts by biting the wrist of his left sleeve, slowly tugging his arm down and out of it. Dropping it to the floor, he repeats with the right sleeve. His fingers trail across his flat stomach, toying with the hem of his crop top before pulling it up slowly. "Hope you don't mind I'm quite androgynous." Chase knows for most men, they don't actually care as much about large breasts when things get down to it. And there's a few other quite flat chested girls working tonight as well, so it shouldn't be too much of a give away. With the top off, the small silver rings in Chase's nipples catch the soft light in the room.
 
"Hmm." Duke's expression was impassive, neutral. The only thing noticeable being the glint of hunger that danced in his eyes, like the warm ambers of a recently extinguished fire. "Sure. Keep the skirt."

Duke nodded slowly in approval at the striptease, holding a hand up once the top had come off. He gazed at those perky nipples as though they were a work of art, chest size barely a consideration to him. He used a finger to make a 'come here' motion, and let his right hand hold the side of Kitten's chest, the big hand making apparent the size difference as it came to rest on her body, almost comical in the size difference. His thumb teased the nipple rings, a hum of approval rumbling in his throat.

Satisfied, he grabbed his charge by the waistband and pulled her close, four of the bills tucking themselves neatly between her skirt and her waist.

"Passed with flying colors. Let's see you work it on my lap next."
 
Chase bites his lower lip when Duke holds up a hand for him to stop. He hasn't realized Chase is wearing tiny shorts beneath the skirt. He moves close when beckoned, sucking in a breath when his dad puts a hand on his chest. Chase had always been quite short, 5'2 so it really added to his feminine appearance. He shivers when Duke plays with his nipple rings. They were sensitive, and that's why he had pierced them; to draw attention to them.

Chase gasps when he's pulled close, smiling sweetly when four hundred dollars gets tucked into his waistband. Once again to avoid Duke feeling his groin, Chase turns his back and settles himself on his dad's lap. This is so dangerous, flirting with and dancing for his dad. But Chase rolls his hips, sliding his hands along Duke' thighs in front of him. Then his hands reach back and run down Duke's arms to his hands, pulling them up to slide Duke's palms from Chase's hips to his chest.
 
"Mmm.. You work that body well. A shame I'll only be able to steal a kiss from you, considering how well I'd be able to put those talents of yours to good use." Duke teased and let his hands squeeze her petite breasts, pausing to take a ring between his thumb and index finger for a quick tug, gauging the girl's reaction.

His body was beginning to respond to the hypnotic motions of Kitten's body, blood rushing to his nether regions and pitching a very sizeable tent in his work pants. His eyes roamed over Kitten's body, hungrily devouring the sight that was before him, committing her features to memory. It was strange. The familiarity set off a mixture of emotions within his chest, at the forefront pain and longing for his wife, the other lust and desire that been almost forgotten with her passing.
 
With the squeeze, Duke would most certainly notice there's no actual breast tissue there, just flat chest. Chase bites his lower lip again, keeping his hips moving. Swaying side to side, rolling back and forth. His right hand moves down to adjust where the cat tail is, so it doesn't get caught beneath him and pull. He gasps lightly with the light tug on his nipple ring, chest pushing forward to follow the tug.

Chase is acutely aware of the erection his ass is rubbing against. He keeps his hands on the backs of Duke's, making it seem like an encouragement to touch his body. But it's more to keep his dad from drifting his hands beneath his skirt. How long will Duke want him to dance? Surely he'll pay the next four hundred soon. Then it's just a deep kiss, and he can escape without his dad ever knowing.
 
"Hmm. Very well. You've proven yourself worth the money." Duke reached behind and gave Kitten a tight spank on the ass, the crack resounding through the air. The four hundred quickly followed, this time on the opposite side of where the first four hundred went.

"Now..." Like a hurricane Duke went, lifting up and slamming Kitten against the wall, one hand lifting her knee up and the other clutching her hair as his lips pressed hard against hers, the kiss deep and long, tongue sliding to dance with hers. He parted their lips once to catch his breath, obsidian eyes smouldering intensely at hers.

"Put that tongue to use."
 
Chase can't help the yelp that escapes him as Duke slaps his ass. Completely unexpected, that's for sure. Even more unexpected is the way he's suddenly picked up, turned, and shoved against the wall. Chase whines as his knee is lifted and his hair is gripped. The whine leaves his lips parted to let his dad's tongue into his mouth.

It's so wrong, kissing his dad. Especially since Duke has no idea that it's Chase. But the kiss is so dominant, he can't fight the little moan it pulls forth. He's smart enough to press his hands to Duke's abdomen, keeping some distance between them. If he presses against Chase, there's no way he can hide the fact that he's male; it's wrong, but Chase is half hard from this kiss, and his dad's aggression. Chase is panting, trying to keep up with Duke, tongue sliding against tongue.
 
Duke smirked as he broke the kiss, the yelps and pants more than enough to tell him thay he wasn't the only one enjoying themselves from that lovely escapade. He smirked and tipped her head back, deciding to leave a little present before he left. He pushed her down onto the couch, leaning in and planting gentle kisses against her neck, before smirking and dipping for a fiercer one with teeth, the hickey a little mark for her to remember him by, just above her collarbone. Before she could recover, he was already standing, readjusting his shirt as if nothing was standing. He retrieved the other grand and chuckled as he sat next to her, stroking her cheek and gazing down at her with a hint of affection. He let the remaining cash fall on her breasts and belly, before standing to leave.

"It was a fun night sweetheart. Maybe I'll see you again some time."

He left the club and walked out into the empty parking lot, ignoring the couple making out in the car next to his and starting the ignition to his car, a sleek black BMW. He glanced at the picture on the dashboard, a picture of him and his son Chase the week before he went overseas.

A strange sense of deja vu trailed behind him as he drove back to their old house.
 
The manhandling is so hot, being pressed down into the couch. The neck kisses make Chase shiver, one hand still pressed to Duke's abdomen and the other lifting above his head to grip the couch's armrest. Then he moans again when his dad bites him, leaving the hickey behind. Oh crap, that's going to be a giveaway. Duke still has a key to their house. No doubt he'll go there from here.

Chase is left stretched out on the couch, the money resting on his skin. His hands rub at his face as he tries to calm his nerves. He made it through without being discovered, but damn! Now he's definitely hard and his dad's touch is all he can think of. Good thing he can technically make his own hours.

Chase jumps up, gathering the money and heading out of the room after dressing again. He goes straight to the dressing, changing into a pair of blue skinny jeans and a loose pastel green sweater. The money get clipped with a silver bill clip, then into his black backpack with white polka dots. An elastic pulls most of his hair into a short high tail, and a bobby pin keeps his bangs held back. It really does give him a different look. As a final touch, Chase pulls full coverage concealer from his bag and hides the hickey smoothly. With a quick goodbye to the girls, he's out the back door and climbing into his old blue Ford ranger. He may be feminine, but he likes his tiny truck.
 
Duke reached the front yard of their house, a nice place in the sub-urbs where any happy family would love to stay. He sighed, a wave of nostalgia running over him as he recalled the neatly trimmed front yard of the house, now somewhat neglected and growing wild. He parked into the driveway, barely paying attention as his body remembered the same parking spot he had been to a thousand times before, even after all these years.

He got to the front door and decided to knock, even though he had the key. The last he wanted to do was scare Chase half to death for no good reason, though he hadn't been here the first time he had checked. Crickets chirped in the background as he waited, though eventually he gave up and just made his way in, leaving his nice black loafers on the shoe rack before making his way in.

The lights flickered on as he hit the switch, revealing a house that had barely changed since the last time he had been here. Same old ugly vase was in the same place, the one that Diana had pleaded to keep when they were redecorating. Same old wedding picture from when they were younger, two happy idiots, blissfully aware of the years that would follow.

Same dining room, though one of the lights overhead and blown, with the same ornate wooden table that had been home to guests and loved ones alike. He went up the stairs, into the corridor that held only two doors. One was Chase's, and the other one the master bedroom. With a slightly heavy heart, he pushed his way in, knowing that he'd be spending many a lonely night in a bed meant for two. He stepped into the generously sized bathroom and stripped, stepping in for a nice, hot bath, steaming water cleansing the smell of the club and exchanging it for a simple, faint clean citrus.

Towel wrapped around his waist and revealing his still incredibly toned body, he walked back downstairs and sat in the living room, cup of tea in hand as he waited.
 
Chase arrives home shortly after Duke gets out of the shower. Internally, he's panicking that his dad may have gone into his room. The door is open, but at least his closet door is closed. And the small attached bathroom isn't directly seen from the bedroom door. His truck does it's usual clunking rattle as he puts it in park and shuts it off. He takes a moment to steady himself before he heads inside. The car in the other driveway spot is no doubt his dad's.

Chase lets himself into the house, leaving his white converse shoes beside his dad's on the shoe rack. Of course the house hasn't changed in the years since his dad left, Chase felt no need to alter the only memories he has left of his mother. When he spots Duke on the couch, which faces away from the front door, he tries to sneak past and up the stairs. He almost makes it too, but his foot presses on the creaky stair halfway up. Chase freezes, pausing to see if Duke had heard it.
 
Duke sipped his tea, wondering where Chase may have been for the night. He smirked, a thought crossing his mind. Perhaps his boy had taken after his father, ending up between the sheets of some girl downtown. Just as he thought to call it for the night and see his son tommorow, he heard a creak from the stairs, and laughed. "It's the seventh step. If you want to sneak up, always skip the seventh step."

He stood and made his way over, giving his son a big hug. "God my boy you've grown!" locking the boy into a bare-chested embrace. "Not as tall as your pa... maybe you can blame mom for that one." He chuckled slightly, towering a good head and a half over his son, the boy barely up to his chest.

"Where've you been all day? I came here earlier and you were no where to be found!" his voice rumbled in his chest, deep and masculine as ever.
 
Chase sighs, turning to face the bottom of the stairs. So much for sneaking. He always ran up the stairs too fast to notice the creak. He smiles at Duke, getting wrapped in his hug and trying not to think about what the man had been doing to him just over an hour ago. He'd gotten his erection to calm down, he doesn't need it coming back now.

Chase ducks out of Duke's arms Tue first chance he's given. "Yeah, I know I'm short. I got all the looks from Mom. But it's been four years. Of course I grew. I'm not sixteen anymore." Chase retreats up the stairs, blinking his bright green eyes at his dad. "I was at work, you know, the cafe I told you about? I was on closing shift." The lie comes easy; he'd been telling it to Duke since high school grad.
 
"Hmm. Alright then. I'll see you tommorow kiddo." Duke frowned and crossed his arms, surprised by how evasive the boy was acting. "You want to spend some time together this week? Take a walk, go shopping, anything you want really. It's my treat. We can go to that one restuarant you really like?" He hadn't seen his son for years, he'd be damned if he let that gap stay like that.

Somehow though, the look he wore reminded him of someone, one that sent chills down his spine and a rush of warm desire through his veins. It was... odd. But he couldn't quite place his finger on it.
 
"Yeah, sure thing, Dad. I'm not working tomorrow. We can do whatever." Chase almost slips into his feminine voice in his attempt to sound cheerful, so he clears his throat. His normal voice isn't deep, but it's obviously boyish, smooth. He smiles widely again, tilting his head. The strip mall would be a good chance to pick up a new hoodie, and he needs more laundry detergent. "But I'm gonna call it a night, shower and bed and all that."

In his hurry to get home, Chase had simply shoved his cat tail down the pantleg of his skinny jeans, so when he turns around, his sweater has ridden up a bit from Duke's hug, and the back of his pants is pushed out a bit from the plug. Chase doesn't realize it's made clear when he turns and hurries to his bedroom door. He closes it, thinking he needs to get a lock now that his dad is home. The first thing he does is strip down, pressing his hand over his mouth to silence the moan of removing the plug. Into the bathroom to wash it quickly, then stow it in the locking wooden chest in the closet. A moment later, he's in the shower, trying not to think of Duke's touches at the bar.
 
"Sure thing kid-" he paused as he noticed something, an odd shape, outlined in Chase's pants, the tip bulbous and reminiscent of a...

Curiousity ate at him like a whelming wave against a stony cliffside, and he followed quietly in his son's footsteps. Once he heard the shower click and water start running, he stepped in quietly and looked around, before noticing Chase's bag. An idea came to him, and he quickly slipped in, apologising to nobody in particular for the invasion of privacy.

A quick inspection of Chase's bag revealed everything he had suspected, in particular the couple of grand, and the paw print crop top were the giveaways. A mixture of emotions flowed through him, from shock, to worry, all the emotions of a responsible parent. Riding that wave of emotions however, was desire.

The strong feelings of passion he had earlier, that burning need that he had felt towards 'Cherry'. He scoffed, the pieces falling into place. He was a splitting image of his mother, which explained far too much. Smirking, he returned everything to place and left.

A few hours later, Duke returned to Chase's bedroom, clad again only in a towel. Hands began to roam, slowly groping his sleeping son's body, admiring the supple muscle and smooth skin of his feminine body. Duke's hands roamed lower, finding Chase's cute member, and began to rub that as well, stimulating the sensitive organ.
 
Of course Chase doesn't hear his dad rooting around his bedroom. And nothing seems out of place when he comes out of the shower. Having lived alone for four years, he got used to sleeping naked, and he's out as soon as his head hits the pillow. By the time his dad comes in, just after 5am, Chase is only half covered by his sheets, with one leg out and his arms up around his head.

Duke's touch makes him stir, eyes fluttering beneath closed lids. He's a light sleeper, so it wouldn't take much to wake him. His dreams turn to sex, spurred by Duke's hands. When the man palms and strokes his cock, it grows from four inches to seven, decently endowed for his short height. The hickey Duke had given him is visible, no makeup covering it. So is the small purple paw print tattoo surrounding his navel, which had previously been covered to comply with the bar's no tattoos no dancers preference.
 
Seeing that Chase had gotten all hot and bothered, Duke decided that the time for patience had long since passed. He smiled and leaned in, giving Chase's neck long, sweet kisses, while a strong, coarse hand stroked and tugged at Chase's decent length.

"Oh Kitten, you are in so much trouble~" he breathed into Chase's ear. "Wake up." he whispered, voice deep and husky, laced with need. "Listen to Daddy."
 
Chase hums in his sleep, turning his head.a quiet breath of a moan, and his fingers curl to grip his pillow. The kisses make his head tilt back. Duke's voice soon stirs him from sleep, though his words don't register.

"Dad..?" A heartbeat later, Chase's sleepy mind registers the pleasure at his groin. He moans quietly again, his face blushing. Then the embarrassment hits and he shoots back against the iron header of the bed. His hands pull the sheet over his lap as he sits up. "W-what are you doing..?" There's a bit of fear, and a lot of confusion.
 
Duke simply smiled and stood, letting the towel fall to his ankles to reveal the genetics that ran in their family, his manhood eight and a half inches long and thick, possessing a certain weight to it that was almost palpable.

"Finishing what we started back at the club Kitten." Duke smirked swept behind Chase, straddling the smaller male onto his lap, his thick member dwarfing even the generous endowment of Chase. Hands ran up Chase's chest, tugging at the silvery nipple rings and clasping the sensitive shaft, the thumb teasing the head of Chase's cock.
 
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