Being Recruited by Ashley

Carrie had brought you to this meeting. You weren't quite sure why. You didn't have anything in common with the smokeshow across the table. She was 5'11, blonde, with big tits, a round ass, and a perfect ass. Her name was Ashley Richards, and she was the head cheerleader.

Your dad had knocked up Diana, Lauren, Yolanda, Cassie, and Luisa by this point. Your group was studying for its future roles as nannies and babysitters, and as the third wheels your women needed. The one that had the most clearly undefined role was you.

"So like ... I heard you have a super secret special club, Carrie," Ashley said. She was a valley girl from California.

"Well, I can neither confirm nor deny that," Carrie said, teasingly. "But even were it to exist, you can't join."

"Like ... why not?" Ashley said, pouting.

"We are looking for strong women dating weak males, or at least a weak male partner. Daddy is shared, so the women need a servant when they can't see him," Carrie explained. "And you just dumped Bobby." Ashley stamped her perfect foot.

"It's not fair. Like, don't you have someone to fill the role?"

Carrie looked at you. "As a matter of fact, I do."