The Babysitters Club

- Aftermath -

I sat in my car and simply stared out the window. I couldn't believe what had just happened with my daughter, Paige, on top of her confirming that my wife was doing everything I had suspected and more. He wasn't exactly sure what that entailed, but Paige had called it world class dirt. Whatever it was, it was bad enough to ensure her mother's silence about her being in the Babysitters Club.

The Babysitters Club was a prostitution organization made up of local girls from our suburban neighborhood. These girls ranged from High School seniors to college girls. All the girls are students aged eighteen to twenty one years old, and I had just learned that my eighteen year old daughter, Paige, was a very active member of that club.

It was my second appointment meeting a girl at the motel for a sexy massage, but the appointment had turned out to be with my daughter. My head was still swimming with the memories of the last hour and how life altering that hour had been. My daughter had seduced me, quite expertly, and was using that fact to force my acceptance of her club activities.

I watched a man approach her room. He looked to be in his mid-fifties, a little older than me. He was well dressed and didn't look like a creep. Just another office worker type, like me. He knocked on her door, and it opened a moment later, allowing him inside. I saw my daughter take a quick peek out the door, no doubt looking for me, but I was parked further down the row of cars. My heart sank as she nodded her approval at not seeing me. Then she grinned as she went back into the room.

The hardest part was about ten minutes after she had closed the door. I knew that my daughter was in there, right that moment, naked and having sex with that man. A complete stranger who was three times her age! How could this have happened? How had his little girl turned into...this? And worst of all, how could he have done what he had with his own daughter? He was the worst kind of slimeball.

I sat and waited, just stewing in my misery. My family life was a complete wreck. Both my girls were whores. One was paid for sex, and one wasn't. At least I didn't think that my wife was doing it for money. Paige had said my wife, Jessica, was fucking everyone but me. I had no clue how to proceed from here.

The room door finally reopened, and the man came out with a shit eating grin on his face. Asshole had just fucked my daughter. Right in there. I was so mad that I wanted to spit! I wanted to hurt him somehow, but I just watched him drive away instead. I'm such a loser. I couldn't even defend my daughter.

I needed to leave, but I was curious if she was finished for the night. What would I do if she were? Follow her? Confront her? What wouldI say? "Hey, no fair fucking other guys?" It was insane!

About ten minutes went by. I watched another man approach her door. This man was heavyset and obviously had money by the car he drove and the way he was dressed. I watched him knock on the door. Paige appeared and gave him a very enthusiastic hug and a deep kiss. She obviously knew the man well. I wanted to vomit.

The door closed, and I shut my eyes tight and banged my head three times on my car headrest. I was so fucked. I didn't know what to do. I waited about fifteen minutes, but I couldn't stand it anymore, so I called the one person in the world that might understand, or possibly give a shit.

"Hey man, what's up?" Jace said in a friendly tone.

"I uh... I... Man... I really fucked up. I mean I ROYALLY fucked up! I don't... I don't..." I mumbled, then actually began to cry.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Dude, you're scaring me. What the fuck? What's going on?" Jace asked, clearly disturbed by the fact that I was breaking down. Guys don't do that unless something has seriously gone off the rails.

"I... I... I need help. I'm fucking losing it right now!" I yelled into the phone.

"Whoa, whoa. Breathe. Where are you? I'm heading there now," Jace said.

"I'm at the BSC," I managed to say, not even wanting to say the name. "I'm sitting in the parking lot." I managed to get out.

"In the parking lot? You mean at the motel?" he asked with growing concern.

"Yeah," I said heavily, trying to get a grip on my out of control emotions.

"Why, man? Why are you sitting there?" he said in confusion.

"Because my daughter is in that room getting fucked right now," I said and pounded the steering wheel.

"Duuuude. Shut the fuck up! No way. Are you serious? Are you sure it's her?" he said in disbelief.

"Oh, believe me, I'm very sure. I can't possibly be any surer. I'm a fucking mess here, man. I've already fucked up big time, and I'm afraid that I'm going to do something even worse," I said in a trembling voice.

"Stay there, man. Don't move. I'll be there in twenty minutes, ok? Don't drive anywhere!" he said sternly. I nodded.

"Ok," I managed to say, and hung up the call.

I was dying inside. I mean, what had I done? I'd fucked my Paige. My sweet Paige. What kind of a man does that? It didn't matter that she had initiated it. She had played me like a fucking guitar! She'd wanted me to fuck her so she could keep me quiet. But God, she was good! And despite how repulsed I was with myself, I couldn't help but remember the feeling of her in my arms. My hands on her small breasts. The scent of her hair. The feel of her warmth as it enveloped me. And most of all, the way that I felt as she looked down and smiled at me from above. I wanted her again. God help me, but I did.

I was surprised when the room door opened, and the man stepped out. He turned back to the room and bent forward. I saw Paige stretch up on her toes and kiss the big man. He squeezed her in a hug, then handed her something small. She nodded, then kissed him again.

The short appointment time meant that she had given him a blowjob. I wanted to puke as I watched the big guy walk to his fancy car and drive away. I wanted to go in there, grab my daughter, and drag her home by her hair!

Jace showed up and climbed into the passenger seat of my truck. "Hey, um... are you ok? You were pretty torn up on the phone," he said. I shook my head no, then nodded towards the room. There was a new man walking towards her door, then he stopped and knocked. The door opened, and there was Paige, all smiles for the man. She shook his hand, so this had to be a first meeting. A stranger. She pulled him inside, and the door shut behind him.

"That is at least her fourth appointment she has had tonight," I said in a defeated tone. "Four, Jace. And she's in there right now getting naked for another stranger. My little girl. What did you call them? Perfect little sluts? Well, you got that one right," I said, feeling my anger rising. Jace took a deep breath and let it out slowly.

"Ok... Ok... Let's not do anything crazy that is going to land us in jail, ok?" Jace said, worriedly. "We need to get you out of here. Nothing good is going to come from sitting here watching that door. Come on, Robert. Let's go. Come get in my car."

I nodded in agreement, because I was beginning to feel violent instead of sick. I'd recognized this earlier, and that's why I'd called Jace. We transferred to his car, and he quickly pulled away from the motel. "She's probably sucking his cock by now," I said, and Jace shook his head.

"Dude, I can't imagine what you are feeling right now, but you can't think like that," he told me. I chuckled darkly in response.

"I can't think of anything else, Jace," I said while looking out the side window. "All I can think of is Paige getting fucked by these men. She's not doing it out of desperation. She wants it. She's a seductress, a slut, and a whore. Not because she has to be, but because she wants to be. I don't know how to deal with that."

We pulled into the golf club, which was closed. Jace had called the guy in charge of the driving range, called in a favor, and got us access. "I can't turn the lights on," the old guy said. Jace nodded and assured him that it was fine.

"We need to work off a little aggression, if you know what I mean?" Jace said to the man and handed him $100. He nodded and walked away to give us privacy. Jace set up, hit the first ball off into the darkness, and said, "Ok, dude, spill." And man, did I spill.

I told him the entire story, not leaving anything out, including the details of my being with Paige. He shook his head in disbelief a few times, then pinched his nose as if trying to stop a headache.

"Robert. I hate to even ask this after the night you've had, but do you have a picture of Paige?" I nodded curiously, not getting why he had asked to see her photo, then the realization hit me. Had he fucked my daughter, not knowing who she was? Even the fact that it was a possibility showed how completely fucked up my situation was.

My hands shook as I got my phone and found a photo of Paige taken when she had made the Varsity volleyball team. I showed it to Jace, and he let out a huge breath that he had been holding.

"Oh, thank God. Thank you, God," he said quickly as he bent over, hands on his knees. "I don't recognize her. I've never seen her before."

I nodded my head and agreed that it was good, but did it really matter? She was probably riding a guy's cock right now and I would have rather that be Jace than some stranger. Another dirty old man, just like us. If this wasn't Karma, he didn't know what was. And as the saying goes, she is a bitch.

Jace steered completely clear of the fact that I'd had sex with Paige. I don't think that he knew how to deal with it, and he didn't want to open that up again since I seemed calmer. I kept replaying it over and over in my mind.

After about an hour, Jace took me to get a drink. I wound up getting hammered, so he took me home and laid me out on his couch to sleep it off.

It was difficult to go back to the motel to get my truck the next morning, but it had to be done. Jace was naturally concerned about me, but I was in better shape than I was last night. I don't know why, since nothing had changed, but at least I felt more clear headed. Like the shock of it had worn off. Yes, my life was in shambles, but it wasn't the end of the world.

I drove around for an hour or so, not wanting to go home and have to see my bitch of a wife. She hadn't even cared that I didn't come home last night. I didn't know what to do about the Paige situation, but I absolutely knew that I needed to call my attorney and begin the process of getting rid of my bitch wife.

I finally drove home and found Paige's car and another car I didn't recognize, sitting in the driveway. My wife Jessica's car was nowhere to be seen as usual. Both cars were decorated with two ribbons on the antennas. One was Blue and yellow for their school. And the other was pink, designating a member of the Babysitters Club. But the team stickers were different. Paige's car had the Volleyball team, while the other showed a silhouette of a girl doing a high kick and a pom-pom. Cheerleader. Oh, fuck me.

I walked around to use the back door, which goes into the kitchen area, and I heard girlish laughing coming from the backyard. I opened the gate and entered the yard where the pool is located. Paige was in the pool with another girl I had seen but didn't know. Assumingly, the cheerleader. She was pretty, with blonde hair tied in a high ponytail. Both girls were naked and play fighting in the pool.

"Hi, Dad," Paige said as if nothing unusual was happening, or had happened last night. "This is Karie," she announced as if finding a naked teen girl in my pool were perfectly normal.

"Hello," I said to the girl. "Uh, Paige? Can I talk to you for a second?"

"Be right back," she said to the girl, then no shit gave her a kiss and squeezed her ass. Fucking what?!!! Paige then climbed out of the pool and walked over to me, completely naked, like it was normal. It was not! I opened the back door and went into the house, showing that I expected her to follow me.

Once in the kitchen, I said, "What the hell was that? And since when do you walk around naked?" She just grinned at me, then came close and kissed me on the lips.

"Good morning, Daddy," she said softly, then went on as if nothing had happened.

"Have you had any coffee this morning? You look like you could use a big cup," she said and began making coffee for me. "Did you sleep in your clothes or something?"

"Paige, we have to talk about last night," I began, and she shook her head, her wet curls shaking loose and dripping water onto the floor.

"No, Dad. We really don't. I don't want to talk about it," she said, and I shook my head.

"Paige, what I did was incredibly wrong," I began to say, but she cut me off.

"Why," she stated calmly as she shook her head again.

"What?" I asked, caught off guard.

"Why was it wrong. I don't understand. Who was harmed?" she asked. Was she kidding?

"I'm your father, Paige," I said, stating the obvious. She just shrugged.

"Yes. So, what? I enjoyed it, and I know you REALLY enjoyed it. So, what is the harm? It's not like I'm some sacred virgin or that you forced yourself onto me or something. I'm a toy. I wanted you to play with me, and you did! It was great, and I absolutely want to do it again. What's the issue? I mean, seriously," she said as if talking about shopping.

...My head hurt again. I couldn't understand her logic and her complete lack of shame or regret. She was truly fine with everything she was doing, and I could not grasp that. She walked over and placed the cup of coffee in front of me.

"And what is with you walking around nude? And the nude teenage girl in my backyard? What is going on with you?" I said in a huff.

She shrugged nonchalantly and said, "I like being naked, and I plan to do it a lot more when I'm at home. It's not like you haven't seen me naked, Dad, and it feels nice to just be free. You should try it. And as for the girl in the pool... Karie and I are seeing each other. I like her, and she understands me. Plus, we have a pretty strong connection."

"Seeing her? You mean as in she is your girlfriend?" I blurted out.

"Kind of," Paige said with a grin. "It's still fairly new, ya know? I wouldn't go throwing the word girlfriend around just yet, but it's definitely heading in that direction. I'm certainly not dating any of the guys at school now, am I?" she chuckled, alluding to her Babysitters Club activities. Where the hell had my little girl gone? I had no issue with Paige choosing to be with a girl if that was how she leaned, but it was overwhelming to have all this dumped on me at once. The hits just kept coming.

The door opened, and Karie walked inside. She was still naked and wet, and made no moves to cover herself, clearly comfortable with her nudity. She looked to Paige and said, "Do you have a towel I can use to dry off. We didn't think of that before we jumped in."

"Sure, babe," Paige answered and went into the mud room, attached to the kitchen, where we always kept some bath towels. She handed the towel to the girl, who began drying her very sexy body right there in front of me. Zero modesty. She was a couple of inches shorter than Paige and had a very petite build, unlike Paige, who had strong legs and very developed thighs for jumping. Karie was built and moved like a dancer. Small, limber, and graceful. She caught me looking at her, met my gaze, and gave me a feral grin. She seemed to be enjoying the attention, but she looked at me like I was prey being hunted. This girl was a predator.

She gave me a long, lingering look, then turned her attention back to Paige and said, "I need the ladies' room."

Paige nodded in response and said, "Sure, babe." She leaned forward and gave her a quick kiss, which the girl returned, and a familiar squeeze and a pat of her small ass. The girl threw her wet towel back into the mud room, gave me another quick, piercing look, then walked from the room. Damn! It was like watching a sexy panther or something. Beautiful, but dangerous.

"Karie is a flyer on the cheer squad," Paige said casually. "She's the girl that they throw in the air and is on top of their formations and stuff." I nodded because that made sense. The girl couldn't have weighed more than 110 pounds at most, but she gave off a distinct predatory vibe. If she and Paige were a couple, it was clear that this girl would be in charge.

"She's kind of intense, isn't she?" I observed. "She looked at me like I was on the menu. And I didn't think that you ever hung out with any of the girls on the cheer squad." Paige nodded at my observation.

"Yeah, well. There's a whole story there," she said with a heavy sigh. "I hadn't planned to discuss this yet, but since you've met her now..." Paige said and paused as if deciding whether to tell me something or not.

"Mom has been having an ongoing affair with Karie's dad. It's been going on for over two years now, and they are blatant about it. Brazen." Paige said with a sigh. I nodded and had to sit down. Paige squeezed my shoulder in empathy.

"I'm sorry, Dad. I know that's hard to hear, but you need to know. They meet up regularly. They flaunt it right in his wife's face, and Karie feels strongly about it, naturally. It's not even the fact that they are having an affair; it's the way they do it. The complete disregard for Karie's mom and her feelings. It's cruel. They have sex in her bed and leave the mess for her to clean up. They don't even try to hide it from her. Sometimes, Mom even comes over when she is home! They completely don't care."

I nodded. That sounded like Jessica. She probably saw it as a power move or something. Claiming her territory, like a cat pissing on a wall to say, 'This is mine!'

"Is this the dirt that you said you have on your mother?" I asked, and she shook her head.

"Oh, no. Not even close, but you don't need to hear all that right now. But I wanted you to know that Mom is not worthy of your trust or support, Dad. You are fully justified in kicking her ass to the curb, and Karie has a mountain of evidence you can use. Don't give that bitch a dime!" She squeezed my shoulder and said, "We'll talk more a little later," then left me alone to process. I just sat there letting my coffee go cold.

I'd known that Jessica had been cheating on me. Any idiot could see that with how she had changed towards me, but it still hurt to have it confirmed. It was all too much, and I decided it was time to just check out for a while. I needed a shower and a nap. The real world could wait for a while.

I turned on the shower, got undressed and stood there looking at myself in the mirror. I do not recommend this when you are emotionally overloaded. It is not fun. I hung my head and squeezed my eyes shut tight as I felt my emotions well up. I began breathing hard, fighting the tears that suddenly threatened to consume me. I just stood there, not really thinking about anything, but feeling like my life was spiraling out of control. All the stuff with Paige, and my feelings of guilt, and now knowing what Jessica had been doing. I felt totally alone and completely overwhelmed.

It was so consumed with misery and my feelings that I had shut out the world around me. I didn't hear her slip into the bathroom, and I was startled when her slender arms slid around my torso and up my chest from behind. She molded herself to my back, and I could feel the warmth of her skin pressing against me. It felt wonderful. Then I felt a gentle kiss on my shoulders, and Paige's soft voice saying, "Come on, Dad. Let's get you in the shower."

I let her lead me into our large shower, which was plenty big enough for two people. Jessica and I used to love showering together, but that had stopped years ago. The warm water cascaded over my head and body, flushing my thoughts away. I just stood and absorbed the warmth of the water as Paige gently soaped me up. Her warm hands felt wonderful as they glided over my skin, and I just melted into the feeling. I let her wash my hair, and she sighed about how jealous she was about my simple hair care needs compared to dealing with her thick red curls.