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The Sunfield Trailer Park (LVA24 x MsBloom)

The harder, more dominant thrusts towards the end signalled to Chloë that he was almost at the very edge, probably holding back a little to make it last just that little while longer. She gasped with surprise as he lifted her off of him, pinned her on her back and took the last moments of pleasure from her in a frenzied missionary. His face hovering above her, drops of sweat forming on his forehead. For a moment she thought he had seen through her lie and wasn't going to pull out before emptying his balls. A lot of clients didn't, unless they took some kind of pleasure from seeing their seed splattered all over her or wanted her to swallow it. Then as he actually did pull out she giggled as he shot his large thick load all over her belly and breasts.
"Oh daddy," she said with a big smile and once he was finished she ran her fingers through the mess he had made on her, smearing it and scooping some of it up before bringing her fingers to her lips. She even pushed some of it down towards her cunt and rubbed it on her clit, careful not to get any inside.

"Well you know where to find me now," she replied softly and then slid off the bed and stood up. She lit a cigarette, walked over the wash basin, poured water into it and began washing herself with a cloth. He would only barely make out her silhouette in the last rays of sun through the unwashed window. Outside she could see Billie and Patty walking up towards the trailer with a brown paper bag each. That meant they had beer and she hoped they had some pills as well.
 
It didn't really shock or surprise him when the girl flipped her switch and stopped acting. The contrast of the little teen girl she was playing, suddenly just getting up and lighting a cigarette was something to behold though. Liam almost chuckled at it, but he held back and simply got up from the bed as well. He took a few tissues and cleaned up his cock while glancing over to where she went. A true professional, that's for damn true and while she said he would know where to find her... he honestly didn't think he would ever be back.

"You're a great actress though. No joke, I think you have talent." He said casually while getting himself dressed to leave. Their transaction was over, no point in lingering longer than needed, but he still liked to talk while getting ready. But that was when he heard movement outside and his heart jumped. In the place they were at, it could be anything... from some raccoon to a pimp with a gun. "Are you... expecting someone?" He asked, quickly finishing up and looking intently at the door.
 
"You're a great actress though. No joke, I think you have talent."
Chloë smiled to herself at the compliment. An actress was exactly what she wanted to be, a real one, not like in the simple and rather amateurish porn videos she had done a few of. She wanted to be on the big screen or on tv and hearing anyone saying she had talent made her smile and believe that some day, Some Day, she would make it, some day she would get her chance.

She finished washing and walked back to where she had left her clothes, pulled the shorts back on and then the top.
"Yea. My girlfriend and my cousin Patty," she said and ran a brush through her hair a few times.
"No need to worry, they don't bite," she added and chuckled a little.
"At least not unless you ask them to."
She winked at him and smiled.
"Maybe next time you'd like to meet either one of them instead."
The three girls had a mutual agreement. Share and share alike. All the money they brought in was divided equally between them, even if perhaps Patty didn't quite have as many clients as Chloë did but she was quite popular on the cam sites, almost as popular on her own as Billie and Chloë were together. In the end it all evened out.
 
Liam didn't really get the feeling that she was lying, so he quickly relaxed. That said, from the way Chloë was talking, it seemed like the others were also working as prostitutes in this here trailer. He noted before that it didn't look like a lived in place, so he figured that the trailer itself was for sex work and that was it. Did they have a pimp or were the girls just in it for themselves? If it was the latter, then he respected them all the more. Liam didn't look down on hooking, it was a job... maybe it was a shame that girls this young had to do it, but he just fucked one of them, so he couldn't say much about it.

"Yeah... sure." He gave her a forced chuckle and made his way to the door. Liam opened it and saw the girls, nobody else. So with that, he gave Chloë a nod. "I'll see you around then, Chloë." He added and exited, making his way toward the car. As he exited, he got a good look at each of the other two and smiled politely at them. "Good evening, ladies." He said, not actually stopping, but still being as polite as he could.
 
Outside the trailer Billie and Patty had sat down in the lawn chairs and opened up a bottle of beer each. Billie was lighting a cigarette and Patty seemed focus on brushing away something from her crotch. They were both dressed in a similar way to Chloë. As the man exiting the trailer greeted them as ladies Billie and Patty both looked up at him and laughed. Ladies indeed.
"So did he go for full service?" Billie wanted to know and as she sat down Chloë nodded and grabbed a beer.
The sun had more or less set completely and they all knew that their working day had more or less only just begun. Most clients didn't use their services until after dark. Sometimes one or all of them had to work well into the small hours and the later in the night it was the more depraved the clients were.
"I think it was his first time," she said and as she told her girlfriend and her second cousin how he had asked to go down on her the three shared a laugh.
"One of those huh?" Billie said.
Chloë nodded.
"Yup. He wasn't bad at it though," she commented and took a couple of the pills Patty had put on the small table between them.
She washed them down with a big mouthful of beer.

About fifteen minutes later Patty's phone signalled the arrival of a text message. It was another client, this asking for Patty, saying he'd be there in about half an hour. Almost at the same time a car pulled up to the trailer and a client who had developed a taste for having Billie and Chloë do a little lesbian show for him before he fucked them both, fucked them straight as he said, after all what they needed a a good hard holy cock to cure them. He was as far as they had figured out member of some relatively fundamentalist church and always used his belt to spank them for being bad girls, for being unnatural but he paid well $200 for them each so they both played along.

Their night had indeed only just begun.
 
Liam got in the car and drove away, not rushing, but being in this place at night made his skin crawl. All things considered, he didn't actually stay that long in the trailer and everything seemed to be in order, but the sun was too low and the few lights in the trailer park itself weren't really helpful. As he drove, he saw a group of kids sitting around two dogs fighting and cheering them on. He saw a man with a girl on his lap, her breast in one hand and a beer in the other as he laughed with a few friends. One of the trailers had a woman sitting on the front steps, she was shooting up with a rather gnarly looking needle right out in the open. He tried to avoid looking at anything else too hard and made his way out of the park.

It wasn't until he was close to his neighborhood that Liam stopped the car and took a deep breath. After everything, it now really dawned on him what he did. He didn't just cheat on his wife, he cheated on her with a hooker their daughter's age. The logic of it all was mind-boggling. He was horny and stupid... and it led to this.

It was one time... there was stress, he felt lonely and neglected... so many factors. He wouldn't do it again.

With another sigh, he continued on driving home. Funny enough, as he got closer, it started to feel like the same routine he always had. Same streets, same people, same parking spot and then, same annoying front door lock that had been stuck for months. He always had to turn the key a few times until it work. This calmed him down... it was a one time thing, he wasn't going to cheat anymore. Back to normal.

"I'm home!" He said as he entered, removing his jacket and taking off his shoes with a sigh.
 
Olivia Mercer was sitting at her desk with her lap top on the side and a text book on American History in front of her. Tomorrow she had a test on the Mexican-American war which, combined with the purchase was one of the last stages of the Manifest Destiny when the treaty of Guadalupe Hidalgo awarded New Mexico, Arizona, California, Colorado, Utah and Wyoming to the Union. She was well prepared but as she usually did she wanted her father to quiz her. He, unlike her mother, knew her flaws and would help her pinpoint where she could focus her last minute studies. He was running late though. Work, her mother had informed her over dinner. It was rather late and she was in her pyjamas, a rather cute rainbow coloured onesie with a unicorn hood. The only light she could see through her window was the streetlights and the occasional car passing by. She yawned and was just about to call it a night when she saw the lights of a car turning onto their driveway.

Mary Mercer was half asleep in front of the tv with half a glass of wine precariously dangling in her left hand. She had had a long day but the house was spotless. Olivia's school uniform was washed and ironed for tomorrow. She had even had time to go through some boxes in the basement and sorted out stuff they could give to the local charity yardsale next weekend. She had made Liam's favourite dinner and even put on her best underwear. It was rare but for once she was in the mood for a bit of adult intimacy with her husband, whom she loved, even if he seemed more and more detached. She did try to show him physical affection as often as she could but she had a feeling it was far from enough for him. She often wondered if he had affairs on the side and at times caught herself thinking that if he did who was she to blame him. She didn't give him what he needed so why shouldn't he look elsewhere. At the same time she knew that if she eer found out that he was cheating on her her heart would break. She did love him, more than she could show him. She told him, or tried to tell him, just how much she loved him every day.

When they had first met it had been different. Neither of them had been able to keep their hands off of the other. They had been passionate and daring. They had at times made love in the open, once they had even snuck into the restroom at a restaurant for a quick fuck while waiting for dessert. But then they had Olivia and everything had changed for Mary. She had been huge when she was expecting their daughter and never really recovered from it, no matter how many different diets and training regiments she tried. She felt less and less attractive, even if Liam of course told her differently. It was frustrating for her that she didn't feel as intimate towards her husband anymore. They had a good life, rarely argued, Olivia was doing was not only top of her class but also one of the school's star long distance runners. To an outside observer their life was perfect but was that really enough for Liam.

"Daddy's home," Olivia said and woke her mother from her half-sleep as she came down the stairs with her lap top in one hand and her text book in the other.
She barely waited until her father had closed the door behind him before she gave him a big hug and asked him if he could help her prep for the test.
 
It was far from the first or the last time that Liam had gotten home this late, but it was the first time in years that he lied to his family about where he was. Maybe that was why he assumed that it would be fine. A lie mixed in with a track-record of truths. He still felt bad though and that wasn't something that was going to change easily, because he himself still knew what he did. Time would take care of it though, since he just needed to keep being faithful from now on. Maybe he and Mary could reignite the spark? Who knew, anything was possible, even if improbable.

What did he truly feel about Mary?

These thoughts were pushed aside when he heard his daughter rushing at him. Christ... seeing her reminded him of the girl he slept with not even an hour ago and how they were the same age. Yet, he hugged Olivia back tightly all the same - his little girl. "Hey, princess." He said, kissing her cheek and then looking at what she was carrying. "How about this, let me get something to eat and rest up a little bit and then I'll help you ace that test. Sound good?" He kissed her forehead and walked toward the kitchen. "Mary, anything left to eat?" He called out.
 
"There are leftovers you can reheat," Mary said and pulled the knitted cardigan tightly around herself, crossing her arms under her large breasts.
She looked at her husband as he released their daughter from his hug with a promise to help her with her homework after he had eaten. He looked absolutely ragged. Certainly he worked too much. There had been times when she had thought about going back to work after Olivia had started pre-school but she had kept putting it off and Liam had picked up the slack. It was perhaps unfair but then again, there was always someone there when Olivia got home from school, someone who made sure she was impeccably dressed at school and outside, someone to take her to practise and home again, someone who was there in the mornings to make sure she got a good breakfast, who made sure she had a healthy packed lunch at school and a a nourishing dinner in the evening. Liam was rarely there for most of those things and yet, the girl adored him, idolised him almost. Mary scoffed and suddenly she didn't feel as inclined towards any intimate activities as she had before dinner when she had showered and changed her clothes. Instead she felt tired, overlooked and unappreciated.
"I think I'll head off to bed," she said and gave her husband a dutiful kiss on the cheek.
"Try not to wake me when you do as well," she asked and headed upstairs.

Olivia had in the meantime put the leftovers in the microwave oven and started reheating them. She put knife, fork an a glass on the table where her father used to sit during meals. She made herself some hot cocoa and sat down opposite where her father would sit.
"So ... I've got this big all state track meet this weekend daddy," she began and looked at her father.
She knew that he tried his best to never miss being there when she competed but lately he had had to work weekends as well and missed the last three of her competitions.
 
He caught sight of what his wife carried in her hand as she passed by. The Wine glass told him everything he needed to know about Mary's evening - which didn't differ much from all other evenings. Mary's overflowing appreciation for wine in recent years went from a concern, to simply "the new normal". Liam barely drank even when they were younger and she didn't much, but now there was an opened bottle of wine around the house in the evenings. Then again, he had to admit that he wasn't around long enough before she went to bed to gauge just how much the drinking affected her.

"I'll do my best." He muttered when she went upstairs. The way she spoke, what she said and how she turned away told him everything he needed to know. Mary once again had no interest in being intimate tonight. It was frustrating.

Olivia, his princess, she showed an excitement with being around him that was intoxicating though and that always brightened his mood. He sat down when the food was ready and started eating - he was surprised that it was his favorite pasta with meatballs. "A track meet and an exam in the same week. That's rough." He said with a sigh, hoping she wasn't pushing herself. "Oh yeah, you did tell me about training being extra rough recently. So that's why. Well... if we finalize the deal at work in the next few days like we should, I'll be there to embarrass you." He chuckled and winked at her, before stuffing his face. Sex really opened up his apatite.
 
It was true. It had been rough the last few weeks, balancing school with practise but even though she was tired she enjoyed keeping herself busy. And while it was also true, perhaps, that her father's overwhelming cheers during a race and his exaggerated congratulations afterwards, especially if she had won, were a bit embarrassing she still loved it, loved her father's attention, maybe this was in parts because he was so rarely there but when he was he was always fully there for her.

When he had finished his dinner she cleared the table for him and put the dishes in the washer. She then sat herself on his lap. Perhaps she was a bit too big for it but she saw nothing weird about it. He was her daddy after all.
"It's on the Mexican-American War," she said as she moved to get comfortable on his lap and handed him the text book.
"Do your worst daddy. Don't go too easy on me," she added and was now sitting across his lap with her legs dangling over his left thigh and her ass resting comfortably on his right thigh.

The fact that he smelled of sweat didn't seem to bother her as she leaned in to rest her head on his shoulder while waiting for him to start the quiz.
 
He definitely wasn't counting on her to sit on his lap. Was she feeling needy and spoiled? Liam knew his daughter well enough, so he assumed that she was feeling pressure from all the exams she had and the competition. The girl had great grades and sports achievements, which didn't come easy for a sixteen year old - it required a lot of studying and training. Not wanting to disappoint her parents and others was likely weighing on her by now.

That said, this was the second time he had a sixteen year old girl sitting on his lap - although the other one was bouncing on his cock.

He wrapped an arm around her and took the book with the other hand. He could feel her breath on his neck as he read through the questions and waited for her answers, correcting her when she was wrong and giving small cheers when she was right. Liam made sure to keep her close, because she was clearly needy for it and he didn't want her to stress too much. He loved his princess, even if she did poorly this time, he would understand - Liam had trouble being the strict father to her unless really necessary.

As they went back and forth with the questions, he tried to resist remembering the same weight on his lap from before and admittedly, it was giving him a bit of an erection, yet he tried his best to keep it hidden from her. "You're doing well, princess. I'm sure you'll be fine." He said, kissing her cheek.
 
Olivia was tired, it was past her usual school night bedtime, and got a few obvious answers wrong because of it. At times she felt as if she could fall asleep right there in her father's lap with her head resting on his shoulder. She was almost too tired to notice the lump growing against her left thigh but she did notice it and for some reason it made her blush a little. Perhaps she really was getting too big to sit on daddy's lap. She was after all 16 and she doubted that any of the other girls in her class sat on their daddies' laps.

With the quiz out of the way she gave her father a chaste kiss on the cheek and waddled back upstairs and went to bed. It was mere minutes before she was sound asleep and dreaming of running across an open field with the wind blowing through her long light brown hair. There was nothing but her, the wind and the next perfectly executed step. She was barefoot and naked but it was a natural state of nudity, no more peculiar than a doe without clothes to cover her nakedness.

As Olivia slept soundly in her warm bed with clean sheets and fluffy soft pillows dreaming of the best thing she knew in the world, running freely, Chloë, Billie and Patty worked their way through a steady stream of clients, most of them more or less regulars. They took turns servicing their clients unless one asked for either one of them in particular. All in all the three of them serviced 12 men sexually before they made it to their lumpy beds with thin dirty bankets and rough pillows. Before being allowed o sleep Chloë first had to service the two males with whom she shared the trailer, her father and her brother. Billie had a bit more luck since she lived with her aunt whom she had found passed out in a chair outside the trailer with a needle sticking out of her arm and Patty slept in a trailer with her four years older sister and her sister's 8 months old baby.

And so the night passed ...
 
He noticed that his daughter wasn't in top form, then again even with how sleepy she was, she still managed to answer a lot of questions correctly. She had a sharp mind, he was very proud of her - he just worried about her pushing herself. He decided to call it off early, before all the questions were made and the whole material was covered. Pushing too hard would mean that she would not be absorbing anything anyway. With how sleepy she looked all snuggled up, he figured that she was at the point where she was just enjoying time with her dad and not really studying anymore. That in itself made him smile. He loved her.

After the kiss, she went to bed and Liam stayed on the couch for a while, contemplating the day. This whole day had been normal, mundane... the same as every other with too much work sprinkled in, but that was nothing new. That hour or so of his life though, from when he messaged Chloë, to after he left the trailer park. That was new... that was different and it was definitely... wrong.

His cock was still somewhat hard from Olivia and he leaned back, rubbing his leg to calm himself. However, memories of what happened still flooded in. Chloë's body and how fit and tight she was. Having sex with a girl his daughter's age. An experience he really never thought he would have, but also a wrong one. He cheated on his wife, he made the excuses he needed... feeling neglected, being stressed and overworked, everything, but he still felt for Mary.

That guilt drove him to want to do something. He made his way to the bedroom quietly and undressed himself slowly in the dark. He could see the figure of his wife under the covers with the little moonlight that slipped past the curtains and bit his lip. This would be alright. He cheated on her, but maybe he could make up for it. Show her love too. So he slipped into bed in just his boxers and slid up to Mary. His hand moved to her, touching her hip and sliding up her body to her breast. Liam leaned into her, kissing her neck and massaging her breast.
 
Mary Mercer was not asleep when her husband came upstairs. Having fallen asleep in front of the tv earlier she was no longer as tired as she had hoped to be. She had sleeping pills in the drawer of her bedside table but she tried to avoid taking them if she could. Still she ended up taking a pill more nights than not. The nights she didn't she usually woke up in the middle of the night, unable to go back to sleep. She spent most of those long mornings, with her beloved husband and daughter sound asleep upstairs, alone in the kitchen. When the paper arrived she read it without much interest before starting breakfast for her family.

As her husband got into bed she moved slightly but didn't say anything or reveal in any other way that she was awake, almost wide awake. She kept pretending when she felt his hand on her hip and as it continued up along her body to cup her breast she let out a dissatisfied grunt and lifted her hand to move his hand off of her.
"Not tonight Liam. I don't feel like it."
She knew of course that she said this almost every time he approached her intimately. She could understand how frustrating it must be for him when she rejected his advances. She always felt guilty every time she did and this time as she could sense his disappointment behind her she turned around to face him.
"I'm sorry love," she whispered and reached out to touch his bare chest, circled his nipples playfully with her left index finger.
"If you want to I could jerk you off," she suggested.
It would take very little effort from her and might just keep him satisfied enough to not cheat on her, even if she wouldn't blame him if he sought the intimacy she didn't give him elsewhere.
 
He was getting horny and feeling like he could enjoy himself with his wife. Her body wasn't fit like the teenager sure, but she was still very attractive to him and her breasts were large, which always turned him on. He was happy to feel her, until she pushed his hand away. That stung and along with the words that came after 'I don't feel like it' which she told him so many times before... he figured it was a lost cause. He didn't want to hear those words... he really didn't want to hear it. It really made him feel unwanted when she did that so often. Yet, she still clearly tried to compromise by telling him that she'd jerk him off, but at that moment, he was just vexed.

"No... that's fine. I'm really tired too anyway." He said, turning toward her and kissing his wife on the forehead. "Let's just sleep, baby." He turned away and closed his eyes to go to sleep. When he closed his eyes, his memories started forming into dreams and they didn't help his erection at all, as they were dreams of being with a teenage, his wife when she was younger, their daughter's age in fact. It was a good dream, too bad he barely remembered it.
 
The next morning Olivia was a bit slower to get out of bed than she usually was but after having showered and had a cup of coffee before digging into her mother's pancakes with fruit she was wide awake and with her father having already left for work it was her mother that dropped her off at school. The day itself was relatively uneventful. The test went well, or at least it felt as if she hadn't really forgotten anything important, and she would expect an A. After the school day was over she spent another two hours at the tracks practising with the school's track team coach.

On their way to school Chloë, Billie and Patty caught sight of a nice looking convertible parked around the corner from the bus stop. Without any words between them the three decided to borrow it and rather than go to school take a road trip up and down the coast. It was Billie who got into the driver's seat and hotwired the car while Chloë got into the passenger seat and Patty took the back seat.

Before leaving the town they first stopped for some beer and pot. It would be a day without any clients, at least until the evening and the girls enjoyed themselves thoroughly. They just drove for hours with the car stereo blasting, stopped for burgers three towns over before returning back home in time to do a couple of shows before their first clients of the day would start to arrive at the trailer. It was the usual selection of men, family men with good jobs for the most part, men who wanted them to pretend to be their daughters, men who complained that their wives never wanted to blow them, who complained that their wives refused to do anal, men whose wives were pregnant and couldn't give them what they wanted, men whose wives had lost interest in sex and who rejected their advances, but also men who wanted to live out rough fantasies, who wanted to tie them up, slap them around, men who wanted threesomes, and so on.

The next days were basically the same for the three girls, with the exception of the road trip and come Saturday the three of them got into another borrowed car to drive to the track meet where Chloë had qualified for her first all state competition. It was the one thing Chloë was good at in school, or at least the one thing she cared about enough to put some effort into.

Olivia was up early on Saturday morning, had a steady breakfast and having showered she put on her school's track suit checked her running shoes, practised a few starts in the back yard of their house before meeting her father on the driveway, ready for her first big competition.
 
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Liam's days were uneventful, yet stressful. He got up early in the morning and made his way to work with little interaction with his family - there was no time. While at work, she had to make sure his role in the deal didn't ruin everything, so his very job was on the line. The stress of losing everything with just a small mistake was overwhelming. After the events of that night with Mary, he didn't attempt anything with her anymore, figuring it was useless and honestly, he was too tired anyway. He congratulated his daughter on doing well in the test, but didn't have many chances to spend time with her either. It really felt like he was swimming against the current. It was suffocating.

Until Friday came and the deal was finalized. The company profited immensely from it and Liam was happy. The moment they got the news that the contracts were signed, he felt a wave of relief and all the pressure seemed to lift for a little while. Not only did he keep his job with it going through, but as the chief of his division, his pay received a nice little bonus that he obviously appreciated. Now he would have more time to relax and breathe.

It was in that brief moment of relaxation and relief that Liam thought about going to the trailer park again, to celebrate. Now that he wasn't so focused and tired from work, his mind wandered. Something he swore to never do again! He felt pathetic for even thinking that and pushed it to the back of his mind. All he needed was to go a while without seeing or thinking about the girl and the need would fade.

Olivia's competition was a good distraction. He was up early that Saturday to drive her there and cheer for the girl. "Hey, princess. Ready to kick some butt?" He said with a chuckle as he wrapped his arm around her shoulders in a quick side hug and kissed her head. "You're gonna do amazing. I know it." He helped her into the car and drove to the location while making small talk to distract her from the competition - not letting her think too much about it. He was happy and content!
 
"It's kind of hard to kick butts that are behind you daddy," Olivia said with a smile suggesting that she would take the lead and keep it until the finish line.
She had improved her lap times significantly over the last few months and felt as if the only thing that could catch her was the wind, even if of course her coach had talked to her about who her biggest rival might be, some girl from the public school mostly attended by kids from the less fortunate parts of town. Still Olivia wasn't worried and soon forgot about it as her father distracted her thoughts.

When they got to the venue there were already quite a crowd on the bleachers. She gave her father a kiss on the cheek. Her mother unfortunately had not been feeling well the night before and had woken up with a migraine. It was uncommon for Mary to miss one of her daughters competitions but Olivia didn't really think too much about it. Her father was there and that was a lot less common.

Chloë, Billie and Patty arrived at the tracks with nothing but minutes to spare. Chloë made her way towards her coach, already wearing her shorts and top holding her running shoes in her hand. Patty and Billie made their way to the bleachers. Chloë stretched and warmed up and about fifteen minutes after having arrived she took her place at the starting line, next to a slender brunette with her light brown hair pulled into a pony tail. Her coach had pointed the girl out to her and said that that was who to beat. Chloë had nodded with confidence. She was perhaps not feeling in the best of forms but she knew she was fast and had the stamina fro keep up with almost anyone. All that bouncing up and down on clients was a better work out for her legs than anything one might find at a gym.
 
Did enjoy this kind of thing? Not really, Liam would have rather be spending the whole morning in bed or relaxing on the couch to recover from the horrible week he had. Yet, that didn't mean he wouldn't make an effort to be here and support his daughter. It wasn't about what he wanted to do, but what Olivia needed him to do. He knew that she was nervous, that she was terrified deep down and a little bit of moral support went a long way. He wished Mary could have been there with them, cheering as well, but she couldn't and he didn't force the issue onto her. It was getting more and more clear to him that Mary didn't want to be around him - was she cheating? That was possible, having grown tired or bored of him. The thought annoyed him though, even if he himself had cheated.

It was in the very moment he thought about cheating that he saw Chloë. His heart stopped. He was on the bleachers, about to sit down when he spotted her and his jaw went slack. Judging by her clothes, she was also competing and... of course she could be. She was literally his daughter's age. They were both highschool students, although Liam himself assumed she left highschool given her lifestyle and profession. She was the last person he thought he would meet here.

Liam became clearly nervous. What if Chloë saw him? What if she spoke to him? What if she spoke to Olivia about him? Then again... wasn't it in her best interest to stay quiet? She'd lose a customer and get in trouble as well. No, maybe this wasn't that big of an issue. What was a big issue was that the memories of fucking her returned and he felt himself getting hot for a moment.

He shrugged it off... no point in dwelling in it now. He had to support his daughter. Liam was so distracted though that he didn't notice that he sat himself down right next to Billie and Patty... he saw them in a dimly lit space at a glance, he didn't even recognize.
 
When the starter fired his pistol into the air the girls were off and it wasn't very long before it became obvious that the 1600 meters race was down to two girls, a slender brunette with an almost perfect stride and a long pony tail whipping at her back with each step and an almost skinny blonde with a similarly whipping hairstyle, side by side both pushing the other to waste energy and stamina by running faster, both intent on making certain the other would croak during the final sprint. Neither of them intent on letting the other succeed in her strategy. Neither of them seeming to tire or even thing about pacing themselves.

Every time the two passed by the bleachers by the finish line Patty and Billie stood up, clapped and whistled.
"GOOOOO CHLOOOOË."
Every time the two girls passed the bleachers they had pulled away from the rest of the runners by another few feet. Then came the final lap and both girls quickened the pace even more and as they entered onto the final stretch it was an all out 100 meters dash between them, almost neck by neck, four minutes and fifty one seconds after the start, they crossed the finish line. The blonde coming in half the length of her shoe before the brunette.

Above Liam Patty and Billie started shouting ecstatically as the results were announced some minutes later after the finish had been checked on slow motion video. The hugged each other and even danced around before rushing down off the bleachers to meet up with Chloë and congratulate her.
 
Liam wasn't into this kind of stuff, but holy hell did the girls put up a hell of a show! He was shocked though that Chloë was able to keep up with his daughter so well. They were neck and neck the whole time and it really could have been anyone's race as far as he could see. That said, Liam had to admit that he didn't cheer for his daughter at first. Seeing Olivia, his sixteen year old daughter, running alongside Chloë, the sixteen year old prostitute he fucked days earlier, was an absolutely surreal experience. The coincidence was ridiculous, but this was real. Luckily, he did regain his composure eventually and stood up raising his arms and shouting out Olivia's name. Chloë wouldn't do anything dumb afterward for sure... she stood to lose if she did - certainly. Besides, he liked to think he treated her pretty well.

The race was over while he was busy thinking about it, but still trying to cheer and... Olivia lost. Still, the difference was tiny and the other girls who were running didn't even compare to those two.

"Olivia!" He said as he left the bleachers and approached his princess. "That was amazing, sweetheart! A hell of a battle! You did so well!" He reached her, giving her a great big hug that pulled her feet off the floor for a moment. "I'm so proud of you." He said, this time in a quieter and more personal tone.
 
"Half a shoe," Olivia muttered as her father hugged her and congratulated her on second place in her first all state race.
"That's this much," she added and held up her right hand with the thumb and index finger about 5" apart.
"This much," she repeated as if the fact didn't really sink in.
"And to some blonde tart from Sunny Fields High."
Olivia glanced over at Chloë who was being hugged and congratulated by Patty and Billie. Billie even gave her a kiss, right there in front of everyone and Olivia frowned.
"Just look at her daddy. No shame whatsoever."

It was obvious that Olivia had taken the defeat quite hard, perhaps more so due to the bare minimum with which she had lost first place. It was also quite obvious that she resented having ost to a girl from a much less prestigious school than her own, and from the same town. It meant that she wasn't only second in the state but she wasn't even first in her own town. She had wanted to win so badly for her father because it was unusual for him to see her actually race.

It took Chloë a while after having been tackle hugged by her girlfriend and her second cousin after the race before she caught sight of Liam in the corner of her eye. It must be him, the guy who had insisted on going down on her a few days ago, the guy who had actually made her more wet than she usually was with her clients, and it seemed that her rival was his daughter. Now wasn't that ironic. A few days ago she had pretended to be his daughter and today she had beat the poor girl with a bare minimum.
"Hold on," she told Billie and Patty and walked over to Olivia.
"Damn good race. Shame they couldn't let us share first place," she said and smiled at the slender brunette who just stared at her as if she wasn't sure whether Chloë was real or not.
"Half a shoe," Olivia repeated and held up her fingers, measuring about 5" between them, at Chloë.
"It's ridiculous."
Chloë nodded and agreed. As she turned around to head back to her friends she put a bit more swagger into her walk, her ass swaying seductively from side to side. This was of course not intended for the brunette but for her father.
 
Olivia was too competitive, but at the same time he got it. Being competitive and have a huge drive to be first place was essential to be the best, but stumbling along the way was normal. He looked at his daughter's frustrated expression and heard her muttering about the small margin for her loss and he knew she'd be at it for a while.

"It's vexing, I know. But it just shows that there's always room to improve. Keep at it and next time you'll be beating her by half a mile." He told her with a big grin on his face to try and lift her spirits.

However, when he noticed Chloë approaching them, his heart practically stopped for a second or two. What was she doing!? What was she going to say? Why was she walking toward them!? He was so panicked, that the thought of her wanting to talk to Olivia about the race didn't cross his mind until then. Funny enough, Chloë was rather pleasant and nice about the whole thing.

"You did very well, Chloë. Congratulations." He said to the girl. He was honest about it too, Liam knew how hard Olivia worked and despite what Chloë had to do to earn money, she still found a way to be damn good at running. That said, the sway as she walked away was hypnotic and Liam found himself staring a bit too long. His urges that he had tried to suppress before started to build again and he hated himself for it.

"H-How about we get some icecream when we're done here, princess?" He finally said, turning to Olivia. "As many scoops as you want." He wanted to leave, because if he had to keep staring at Chloë, he might do something stupid.
 
Not changing anything but her shoes Chloë and the girls didn't waste much time hanging around after the prize ceremony. They got into the car they had borrowed and drove off. As they did they passed by Liam who at the time was alone since Olivia had wanted to shower and change before going for the promised unlimited scoops of ice cream. With Billie driving Chloë was free to roll down the window and blow Liam a kiss as they passed him on their way to get burgers and then head back home for another afternoon/evening of fucking for money.

Olivia was still muttering about her loss when she headed for the showers after having received her silver medal. She complained about it to anyone who would listen while changing into jeans, t-shirt and a hooded sweat shirt before going back out to find her father waiting by the car. Whether she saw the kiss blown at him from the girl who had beat her or not was no more than a matter of seconds. She had noticed the change in his voice and general attitude after the skinny blonde had come to offer some sort of condolences, which was a lot nicer than Olivia had expected from her. In fact from their brief meeting is seemed that the girl was rather nice and perhaps under different circumstances the two of them could have been friends, maybe even training partners.
 
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