Earning an Allowance (Rewrite)

This is a rewrite of a story that many readers felt was inconclusive. I’ve completed the girl’s evolution from school girl innocence, to Prostitution.

Getting an allowance from your parents seems to be an old-fashioned idea. My grandfather used to tell me about how he would pay my dad for mowing the lawn, washing the cars, and other chores. Even though it sounded like low-wage slavery to me, he was adamant that allowances were the only way to give your kid money. Make him or her earn it on a steady basis. In granddad’s opinion, the millennial method of ‘rewarding’ children was way too easy and expensive. For him, the ‘modern brat’ learned only what instant gratification was, how to demand things, not earn them.

Mr. Logan moved in next door about three years ago and in a short while we got to know him fairly well. He was single but seemed to always have a pretty woman hanging around. My dad used to call them eye candy, mom called them gold diggers. Mr. Logan was a damn good-looking man, about 6’2, 220 pounds, with a deep chest, broad shoulders, narrow waist, solid-looking butt, and long athletic legs. To use a much-used cliché, he looked like a Michelangelo statue. We would see him jogging almost every day, and if the day was hot, he would be covered with sweat. Even though I was not yet sixteen, Mr. Logan caused a lot of fluttery stomachs when I saw him like that. No boy in my school affected me the way Mr. Logan did. I would not have dropped a pass from Mr. Logan had he thrown one my way. Apparently, he had the same effect on my mother because one day she was gone, Mr. Logan’s house was for sale, and the next time dad heard from her, it was through a divorce lawyer.

For the next few months, dad tried in vain to get mom, back. He kept almost daily contact with her family, he checked with her work a couple of times, but she had quit; he posted pleas and begged her return on her social media sites, but mom had cut him off completely. I kept in touch with mom through social media, phone calls, and sometimes I went to visit; dad didn’t know, and mom told me if I let dad know she was talking to me, she would cut me off too. So, I didn’t tell him. To sum up, dad and I were alone, taking care of each other by the time I turned sixteen.

On my sixteenth birthday, dad gave me a $100 bill, a hug, and a kiss on the cheek with the caution, “This will be the last free money I give you Liv. You are old enough to work for your pay, I will start you on an allowance, but you will earn it.” I wasn’t surprised, I’d heard his father tell me too many times I was spoiled and needed to earn money, not expect it because I was cute (But my granddad used to slip me a twenty every once in a while, with a wink and grin). The day after my birthday dad and I sat at the dinner table and wrote my job outline, as he called it.

Go to school and earn good grades.

Laundry on Saturday.

Cook dinner, clean the kitchen every evening.

Keep your bedroom clean.

Keep the bathroom cleaner.

Care for the cat and keep the cat box odor-free and tidy. (That one was easy, I LOVE my cat.)

Vacuum and mop when needed.

Other duties as assigned.

I wasn’t dismayed at the list, I did all that stuff anyway, just never on a firm schedule before. What did surprise me was that the list was so short, and when I mentioned that, dad gave me a knowing little grin, “That’s what the last line is for.”

Three months after I started earning my allowance dad came home early from work one day and caught Todd Albright in my bed. He and I had been dating for a few months and having sex for a few weeks. Dad was raging mad, I thought he was gonna kill poor Todd, but all he did was kick him out the front door with his clothes in his hands. Todd had to hide behind some bushes to get dressed before the neighbors saw him. I had a different fate; he didn’t beat me as I expected, but he made me sit with him in the front room and explain why I was having sex at the tender age of sixteen. He asked me enough questions to fill an hour-long interview; questions like, when did you start, how many boys, are you being careful, and others that embarrassed me without end. He acted relieved when I swore Todd was my first and only, and we’d been at it only a few weeks. And yes, he uses condoms (most of the time).

Things were pretty tense in the house for a couple of weeks but since I stopped seeing Todd, dad gradually relaxed and accepted that his daughter was sexually active. Me, I called my mother and made arrangements to see her, I told her what happened. Mom was a lot more sympathetic than dad and asked if I wanted some sort of birth control. I missed Todd and was thinking about him daily so I told her yes. She and I went to a doctor friend of hers and I got fixed up. I keep my pill pack hidden in my dresser, under my bras, so nobody (dad) snooping around will find them.

I started seeing Todd again. At first, he was scared of me, or I should say he was scared of my father, but I convinced him we could still date, he just couldn’t come to my house. I didn’t let on to dad I was involved with Todd, I went on like I wasn’t hanging out with any guys, just my girlfriends. Todd and I started screwing in his car, at his house when his family was gone, or sometimes at Irene’s house, Irene is my best friend. She and I would bring our boyfriends to her bedroom and fuck them at the same time. We did it on the same bed, it was a hot turn on watching Brian screw her while I was lying beside them with Todd between my legs. The third time we did that, I was lying beside Irene talking to her while the guys screwed us from behind when they switched, just traded places without asking me or her if they could; but that’s a different story.

So, back to the allowance thing. Dad gave me $50 every payday and expected it to last for the next two weeks. But $100 a month wasn’t enough; I ran out of money too fast most of the time then had to borrow some from Irene or even Todd once in a while. Todd never expected me to pay him back like my best friend did, he didn’t have a problem trading a blow job for $10; I didn’t have a problem giving him one. I mean, what the hell, I was gonna do it anyway, why not get paid? We had a lot of fun pretending I was a streetwalker he picked up for a knob job. Even Brian paid for a swallow a couple of times. I didn’t fuck for money, just sucked; fucking was for love and fun.

A couple of weeks after I turned seventeen dad and I were at his parent’s house having dinner. Nana (my grandmother) offered me some wine; dad tried to protest but his mother overrode his objections. For the first time in my life, I was allowed to drink alcohol in front of my father and I didn’t hesitate. I’d had beer, wine, and booze (and some pot) before, just not with my dad. I drank three goblets of wine in two hours then we left for home. The wine made me woozy and relaxed so I tried to rest with my head on the window, but the car kept bumping, I couldn’t get comfy.

Dad has an older model car he is very proud of, it is a huge, classic old Lincoln Continental with a wide bench seat, big enough for three very fat people to sit up front. I got irritated banging my head on the window so I laid across the seat and put my head on dad’s leg, using his thigh as a pillow. He rested his right hand on my shoulder and I relaxed into a semi-aware stupor. Dad was stroking my hair as I drifted through a wine-induced cloud of thoughts. The drive home was over an hour and in that time, I shifted around a couple of times, his hand moved from my shoulder to my waist, to my head where he began to stroke my face. I don’t think he was aware of what he was doing, he was concentrating on driving, but his fingertips caressing my neck and cheek were soothing, erotic. I was enjoying his touch; I was getting kind of turned on. Toward the end of the drive, I was lying on his thigh, he was stroking my shoulder when I moved to stretch my back. The side of my face pressed against him and I felt a large lump on my cheek. I snapped back to fully awake when I realized my head was pressed on my dad’s lap and he had a boner. A fucking erection! A bunch of thoughts raced through my head; my dad was turned on, I caused him to get turned on, he hadn’t tried to move me from his lap, and I liked the feel of my head on his hard-on.

As I came fully aware of the situation my body began to twitch, instantly I was fucking horny enough to fuck, and just then it didn’t matter to my pussy who was making me feel that way. After about a minute of conflicting thoughts about who I was with, I caved in to the growing desire for sex and moved my head and caused it to press more on my dad’s erection. I felt him hesitate for a second then he rolled his hips slightly, giving me a nudge with his hard cock. I put a hand on his thigh and squeezed it then started stroking the inside of his leg while he moved his hand from my shoulder, under my skirt to my ass, I eased my fingertips higher until I was sure it was his nuts I was stroking. In moments my dad and I were feeling each other up, and we weren’t being secretive or covert about it. I rolled completely over until my face was in his lap, my mouth close to the bulge in his pants. When I was done turning to face him, his hand was resting on my leg, right next to my pussy, I licked the outline of my father’s erection then lifted my head, “Daddy, let’s not go home yet” I suggested.

He looked at me, his eyes were all soft and full of sex, “Where do you want to go.”

“Somewhere private, quiet, and dark.”

“You don’t want to go home?”

“Not yet, let’s pretend we’re on a date.” I had just brazenly propositioned my father and he didn’t shy away; he gave me an intimate smile, caressed the inside of my thigh with his free hand, then turned off the main road toward the hills behind our town.

I was still feeling the wine, and I’m sure that was a big reason I was being so forward with my dad, but the more I thought about what I was going to do, the more turned on I got. I sat up, kissed Dad on the cheek, kicked off my shoes, then climbed over the back of the front seat to the rear seat. As Dad drove up a power line road, I pulled my panties from under my skirt then tossed them to the front, they landed on the dashboard. Dad picked them up, held them to his nose then stopped the car. He turned around to look at me, “Are you sure about this Liv?”

I reached over the seat and took his right hand and pulled on it, a non-verbal invitation to join me. Dad shut off the car, then being too big to clamber over the seats, got out then came to the back with me. We didn’t hesitate. I stretched out across the soccer field-sized seat and he moved around to lie with me. My butt was pressed against the seatback, dad’s hard-on was pressed against the junction of my legs. He thrust against me, I heard myself moan, then daddy and daughter got busy seducing each other. I didn’t have panties on so it took only a short moment before his fingers were stroking my pussy, I reached for his pants, unhooked the belt, unbuttoned him then pulled the zipper to its stop. As dad’s fingers toyed with my clit I reached into his briefs and captured the third erection I’d ever touched.