Business is booming

You say goodbye to some college girls. You don't have time to fuck them, but they are new recipients of comprehensive life insurance from your most expensive insurer. Not a good deal for them, but their parents are rich. They promise to sext you some nice pics.

Your latest conquest, Reba, is nearby, helping to file away the paperwork. Like everyone else in the office, she's naked and filled with your seed. She came in with her husband six hours ago, and you sold him a dunce plan and **** her to leave him, as well as quit her job as a corporate office manager to work as your new secretary.

You promoted your old secretary Tina to be your new junior agent, taking over the office now that you expected to spend most of the time with your harem. Michelle will probably also serve in some capacity, but you weren't sure what.

The WOAK news van was still outside, no doubt helping drum up business, while they edited down more of the sex footage you had made with the reporter Jamie, as well as Michelle, Agnes, Reba, and Tina. Agnes was maintaining the coffeemaker, dutifully sitting calmly like a good nun.

Inbetween the glut of prospective clients, almost all young women surreptitiously seeing if you needed to fuck them (taking full monetary advantage of this), you looked at the photos on the wall. A lovely image of Julie taken the night you fucked her and Mandy draws your eye. Where is Julie? You wonder as you ask Agnes for your phone. The last text has her at school, with a blurry photo of her masturbating her crotch or maybe elbow or something. She answered another text. "Still @ scool, Daddy :)" with a picture of her breasts that could be anywhere.

You frown. "Okay, Sweetie. I'll be there soon. Warm up your roommate for me :P" you text back.

"Agnes, throw on some pants. Reba, give me your keys. We're going to school. You're in charge of the business until I get back," you tell Tina.

You peel down the streets in the Ebys' brand new Mercedes, breaking all traffic laws imaginable as you careen into the parking lot of Oak County Community College, or O-Trip-C as they call it.

Agnes is wearing the shortest shorts imaginable and a revealing low cut short that was Reba's before you stripped her. If it wasn't for the black eye and bruises, she might be getting catcalled, even on a college campus.

You kiss the nun and hold her tight, and she reciprocates sincerely. It's true love for this woman of God, who has been through hell and back to remain at your side. You were more interested in finding out what the fuck was up with Julie, and would drop Agnes in a heartbeat to have her again.

You led the way to the Susan B. Anthony Dormitory. The passage is blocked by a keytag thing, but you're buzzed in when you announce that you're here to fuck your daughter and her friends.

Making your way to the third floor, you recall the room where you helped her move last semester. The door is locked. You pace uncertainly as Agnes attempts to break in the door, other women and the RA ignoring or avoiding you. Agnes finally breaks in.

"What the fuck?" says, Trixie, the odd nose ring-wearing, pink haired goth that puts Leigh to shame, as she removed her headphones. You suspect she's been teaching your daughter the lesbian arts. Someone had to.

"Where's Julie?" your voice betrayed your aggravation.

"Um, she just went out."

Your eyes narrowed.

Several hours later, you sat relaxed in the student lounge hall. Some gender studies or feminist theory student lies slumped on the floor where you just fucked her. Agnes is nude, massaging the nude, bound Trixie, who had already been **** in every hole by you and a quartet of recruited fratboys. She is tied, spread eagle on a pool table, someone's cum leaking out her vagina. Agnes goes over it with a vibrator, careful to keep her on the brink of orgasm.

"Again, Trixie, where is she?" You arise and caress her face.

Trixie is sobbing. "She just left." You slap her and pull her right nipple ring.

"Please! I can't tell you!" You smile and let go.

"Can't tell me what?"

Her eyes dart around as you pull back Agnes and Trixie begins recomposing herself. "He... he said, he could only cum if I said Julie had just left. He can't cum now." She began bawling.

It was a three-hourer. Another three-hourer had Julie. You look at your phone. "Daddy, visiting with new frends down south. B back next week. 8^)" attached to a picture of a vibrator being shoved in your daughter's cunt, again could be taken anywhere.

He knew you were here. That you were investigating your daughter, and was trying to break the scent. "Okay, sweetums. Fuck some cute girls and send me pics!" You had a feeling none of those pics would be headshots.

"Okay, what happens in this room, stays in this room," you say, to Agnes, Trixie, the feminist student, and the three random frat boys you had recruited. They will be your army.