"I… nothing, I guess. Gosh, do you think I could sit down on the bed?
My legs are so weak, I feel like I'm going to collapse at any second."
"Sure. Take it easy. And let me put the mother's little helper back into its box." Cat put the cunt-juice-soaked dildo back into a drawer in a nightstand. Susan wondered if all these rooms were similarly equipped.
If so, she might be visiting the upstairs of her father's pool hall more often than she had first thought.
"You're good, kid. I think you're going to fit in just fine around here.
Just wait till you see some of the guys who come into the pool hall.
Hung! Damnation but you wouldn't believe how they're hung! Like stallions."
Susan decided that wasn't such bad advice.
CHAPTER TWO
"I hope you don't think I've been neglecting you, Sue," said Don. "It's just that you came at a bad time. All this business and the day bartender in the hospital. Appendix, the doc said."
"Don't worry about it, Daddy. Cat's been showing me around. This is a really neat place to hang around, too. I sort of like it here."
"Uh, yeah. I'm sure she's told you all about the way it works, too. Just don't get involved, you hear? When your mother divorced me, I had a hell of a lot of bills to pay off. And this was the easiest way for me to do it."
"Don't get so uptight, Daddy. There's nothing wrong with this. At least I don't think so. It's not as if you were pimping or anything like that.
And it's certainly not a whorehouse. If it were, Cyndi would have cleaned that joker out a long time ago."
Susan looked over at the corner pool table. The same man was back, trying one more time to win Cyndi for an hour.
"Yeah. If that dude had sprung the money for a whore, he'd be ahead. As it is, he's my best customer. He's spent a hundred times what he would have if he'd been out on the street. Better in my pocket than some pimp's. And Cyndi gets pretty good bets off him, too."