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  BRAT LOSES SHIRT!

  Lucky Daddy Series

  3

  by

  Lulu Cherry

  Copyright 2018 Lulu Cherry

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  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

  All Characters in this book are over eighteen years old.

  No one is related by blood.

  Dedication

  Thank you to all my wonderful readers.

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  I even read the criticism.

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  Lulu Cherry

  BRAT LOSES SHIRT!

  My mommy was a lawyer. And when she wasn't taking in stray dogs, she was taking in stray men.

  I was eighteen, and I'd gone through quite a few daddies. Some had been mean, some had been nice. But one thing they all shared is that they all moved on.

  My newest daddy was different from all the others. I really didn't even know how my mommy had snagged him.

  For starters there was a sharp edge to him. The man actually wore a knife. And something told me he knew how to use it.

  My mommy worked for the government. And she met my new daddy while helping to get him into the witness protection program.

  That was really all I knew about Daddy's history.

  Neither he nor Mommy would tell me anything about his past. They said the less I knew the better.

  Oh, I tried to be so nice to my new Daddy. Mommy was busy a lot with her job, so I often made dinner.

  I'd always sit down and eat with Daddy. He'd carry on casual conversation. He'd treat me in a friendly way. But mostly I sensed he was just trying to ignore me.

  Once or twice I'd catch him staring at me. But quickly he'd turn away. He'd pretend like it hadn't even happened.

  I had to wonder if this meant anything. Was he perhaps attracted to me?

  I figured eventually he'd disappear just like my other daddies. And that just broke my heart.

  I wondered if there was something I could do to keep him around. I'd have done anything!

  One day my mommy came home and said she had a sudden business trip. She'd be gone for two whole days.

  My heart leaped. It was going to be just Daddy and me!

  But that first morning Mommy was gone, Daddy dashed my hopes pretty quickly.

  "Listen, Tiger," Daddy said to me. "I need you to do me a big favor."

  "Just name it," I said.

  I was so eager to please that man!

  "I'd like to have the house to myself tonight." Daddy said. "Could you stay with one of your friends?"

  "I don't think Mommy would approve of that," I said.

  Then Daddy laid a hand on my shoulder. He had big, strong, powerful hands. I hate to admit this. But I just melted then and there.

  "Right. That's why I don't want you to say anything to your mom about it." He said. "It'll be our little secret."

  I so loved that man. And I so hated him! Why did he want me out of the way?

  "Okay, Daddy," I said.

  I'm so pathetic. I just couldn't say no. I loved the idea of us having a little secret between us.

  But then when that evening actually came, and I was at my best friend's house, all I could think about was Daddy.

  What was he doing?

  I wondered if maybe he was with another woman. That just tore me up inside. I was so jealous.

  I tried to ignore my feelings, but as the evening wore on, I just couldn't deal with the thought of Daddy having a sneaky affair with someone who wasn't me.

  I had to know what Daddy was doing!

  So I apologized to my friend and I headed back home. I had no idea what I would find.

  When I got there, the upstairs lights were out, but the dining room lights were on. The shades had been pulled down.

  And in our driveway there were a bunch of cars. I had to park on the street.

  What was Daddy up to? Was he having some kind of wild swingers party? Had he hired a band of hookers? I had no idea.

  As soon as I entered the house, I heard the voices of people talking. I went right to the dining room.

  My daddy and five other guys were sitting around a table, each of them holding cards. In the center of the table was a pile of money.

  They were all playing poker!

  I didn't know the details, but I did know that Daddy was not supposed to be doing this. He could get in really big trouble if the authorities found out about it.

  "I'm home," I said.

  Jesus, you should have seen how badly I startled those men. One of them jumped up and pulled a gun on me!

  That gun was pointed right at me. I could have peed in my pants. I was one trigger pull from being shot.

  Daddy barely moved.

  "Put the gun down, Slick." Daddy said.

  "Who the hell is she?" Said Slick.

  Daddy stood up. As if it was nothing at all he casually walked right up to Slick.

  "This is my house, and I just told you to put that gun down." Daddy said.

  Slick finally lowered his gun. Then Daddy punched him right across the jaw. Slick fell down hard. His gun fell out of his hand.

  Daddy kicked the gun away from Slick, then Slick tried to scramble to his feet. But Daddy stepped on one of his wrists. He stepped hard. Slick actually let out a whimper.

  "What the fuck are you doing bringing a gun into my house?" Daddy bellowed. "You ever point a gun at my daughter again, and I'll fucking kill you. Now get the fuck out of here."

  As if to emphasize the point, Daddy grabbed the pommel of his knife. However, he didn't pull it out.

  Slick wasn't so slick anymore. He stood up, slinked to the table to grab his stuff, and then he was gone.

  Yeah, don't fucking mess with my daddy, I thought. But to tell the truth, I was shaking.

  I wasn't scared of Slick. At least not anymore. But, yeah, I was scared of Daddy.

  I watched him as he picked up Slick's gun, checked it, then placed it in his belt.

  Then he came to me. He put his arm around me. He smiled at me with a lopsided grin.

  "I thought you were staying at your friend's tonight, Tiger." He said.

  I sighed. Here it came. Daddy was going to try and get rid of me. I was just some nuisance for him to manage.

  Did even really care that I'd almost been shot? I really wanted to get his attention. Yet he just seemed to want to get rid of me.

  I looked at Daddy's eyes. I could see a tinge of annoyance in them.

  Good! I thought. That's better than nothing.

  "Look, hun, it's late." Daddy said. "You go upstairs and get your beauty sleep. We'll try to keep things quiet for you."

  I was tired of just doing what Daddy told me. That wasn't getting me anywhere. I thought maybe a little defiance might get me further.

  I walked right to the table. I looked at those men. There wasn't one of them like my daddy. They were all overweight middle-aged men.

  Daddy must ha
ve intended on taking them to the bank. I doubt any of them realized who they'd been dealing with.

  I looked a Slick's seat. It was directly opposite Daddy's.

  "Why don't you guys deal me in?" I said.

  Daddy moved up to my side. Oh, I could just feel him bristling. He wanted to get back to scamming these guys out of their retirement funds.

  "Tiger, I'm afraid this game just ain't for you." He said. "This is an adult game. And it's not like you have any money, either. So why don't you just go to bed. Go on now."

  I caught the eye of every guy there. They were all looking at me. Hell, maybe I couldn't get Daddy's attention, but I sure had their attention.

  "Daddy, you do know that your little girl is eighteen now, right?" I said. "Now, we don't really have to play for money, do we?"

  Daddy laid a hand on my shoulder. You should have felt that grip. His fingers pressed into me hard. He did not like what I was doing.

  "I don't know what you could possibly be suggesting, sweetie, but I can assure you none of us are interested." Said Daddy. "We got ourselves a serious poker game going on here."

  I looked at all those other men. Damn, they were positively ogling me.

  I loved it!

  I especially loved it because I thought it had to be making Daddy at least a little jealous.

  "Well, I was just suggesting, well, you know...what do you call it? Strip poker." I said.

  "I'm in," suddenly said one of the guys.

  And in an instant they were all agreeing. I figured they'd all been losing money to Daddy. So they were eager to do something more entertaining.

  Daddy's grip on my shoulder got only tighter. Now, I'd really pissed him off. He planned on taking every last cent from these guys. Now I'd foiled his plan.

  But Daddy kept his cool.

  "Okay, strip poker then," Daddy said.

  I sat exactly opposite Daddy. You should have seen the way he looked at me. His eyes were on fire. I knew that once this game was over, and the others had left, I was going to be in for it.

  But for now the game went on. At first I actually did pretty good. I got some ties, a few shirts, lots of socks.

  But then my luck started to reverse. I lost my socks first, then some leg warmers. Next I lost my shorts. I even lost my bra, though for now I kept my T-shirt.

  I mean, finally, I was sitting there with nothing but my panties and my T-shirt.

  Phew! You should have seen how those other middle-aged men were looking at me.

  The truth was they were a bunch of lechers. And they could not keep their eyes off of me. It kind of turned me on. If I have to tell the truth, I was getting a little wet between my legs.

  Now when Daddy looked at me. It was different. His eyes were just two solid blue flames. Those eyes didn't say, I wanna fuck you. No. They said, I'm gonna kill you.

  And I thought Daddy just might.

  Then came my moment of truth. I either had to fold or take off my T-shirt and put it on the table. Oh, the tension in the room at that point.

  Everyone stared at me!

  I put my hands on the edge of my T-shirt. I froze. I just couldn't do it.

  The idea of stripping off my shirt and showing all these middle-aged farts my breasts. Just so they could drool over me.

  How could I do it? I couldn't.

  Then Daddy broke the tension. He smirked at me like he knew all along I wouldn't take this all the way.

  "Alright, Tiger," he said. "You had your fun. Now go upstairs and get your beauty sleep. And let the boys and me here, get down to some serious poker."

  I flushed red. Suddenly, I hated my daddy as much as I wanted him. I couldn't let him show me up.

  I couldn't!

  I reached down, and I pulled my shirt up. My hooters just spilled out of my shirt. I've got some serious hooters.

  Then, I pulled my shirt all the way off, and I tossed it on the table. Then it was my turn to smile at Daddy.

  You could have heard a pin drop in that room. There was utter silence.

  Each and every one of those middle-aged, middle-class lechers gazed at my hooters. One of them actually started drooling.

  As far as Daddy. If I'd been wanting his attention all this time, then finally, I had it.

  Shit! The desire with which he looked at me. It scorched me. Right from across the table.

  I'm surprised he didn't just come over, throw me on the table, and fuck me in front of all those fat middle-class bastards.

  But instead, he just sighed.

  Then he said, "Gentlemen, the game is over. You've all had your fun. I hope you've been well entertained. Now, my daughter and I, we need some alone time. So gather up your clothes and head for the door."

  "But she's still got her panties on," said some fool.

  Then suddenly Daddy pulled out his knife, and just like that he stabbed it into the dining room table.

  "I said the game is over. Now go home!" He said.

  That was enough. Those middle-age farts were practically falling over each other in their hurry to get out of there.

  My biggest fear was that one of them might call 911 as soon as they were out the door. I mean, for all they knew my Daddy might be about to kill me.

  He certainly looked like he could kill me!

  But then I realized none of those guys would ever do something like that. Not one among them was a hero. Just a bunch of middle-age, middle-class farts.

  Not one of them was like my Daddy.

  At last the house was empty. And it was just us. But where Daddy had gone I didn't know.

  I thought I'd heard him come back into the dining room. But then there was nothing. Nothing at all. Just perfect silence.

  And all this time I just sat there, naked except for my panties. To tell the truth, I was scared. Too scared to even move.

  Then I realized Daddy was still in the room. He was standing behind me. He'd been waiting all this time for me to get up.

  So I took a big breath. I stood up. Then I turned around. Do I need to mention it again? I had nothing on but my panties!

  I looked at Daddy. His eyes were still on fire. I'd never seen a man with eyes so intense. I felt like they were laser beams shooting into me.

  I glanced at the gun he'd tucked in his belt.

  "Are you gonna kill me?" I said. "Or kiss me?"