Eureka Right Before Signing

An epiphany slams into your normally sharp mind of what is daddy’s end goal, and the concerns of which the contract tries to escape mention. Memory of what he had said yesterday evening comes back into mind. Specifically that he wants to encourage you to become more mindful of the effect of your choices on your future. Furthermore, the contract specifically forbids you from asking for a condom. Additionally, your only form of payment comes at the end of the year.

That introduced the question of how you could even pay for your own form of birth control. Your trust in Uncle Tony and Daddy was implicit, but it failed to extend to their ability to judge whether all their clients are safe from venereal diseases. It was enough to make you wonder if Uncle Tony and Daddy were each thinking with one head, or two.

The year-long contract seems obvious to see you ending up in the family way. From the way both Uncle Tony and Daddy are looking at you, it is easy for you to see they are the ones hoping to be the men who do that. You wonder if they had thought of one of your concerns and would be the ones to require a client to use a condom. Yet, risking a maybe of a pregnancy with a stranger as the father or contracting some horrible disease, seems too much.

Father had mentioned your poor grades but despite his close attention and adoration of you, he has failed to realize how intelligent you were actually. When the schoolmarms give you the option of homework or play, the answer of play seemed the obvious correct answer to you.

Instead of answering questions on any given quiz or test, intelligence is only the ability to recognize patterns. Wrapping Daddy around your finger, of your earlier life, was a great exercise of your mind, because he was far from average in intelligence or wisdom. In contrast, school failed to ever interest you beyond completing it.

What you were extremely proficient at was convincing your boyfriends that the desire to buy whatever you have in mind is actually their idea. This failed to be for the want of money, but instead the pleasure in knowing that your boyfriend is reducing their own quality of living to increase yours. Of course, the identity of your family was a mystery to all of them.

That was why there was so many of your former boyfriends, after a couple presents they followed the same playbook of pretending to start wanting to know more about you… or *shudder* they wanted to meet your parents.

“Would it be possible to make a small amendment to this contract?” With the words already out, you committed yourself to at least being slightly mindful.

With an arched eyebrow Daddy was the first to respond, as Uncle Tony seemed overwhelmed with frustration. “That depends on what you want to amend, sugar.?.”

The frustration glowing on Uncle Tony’s face was obvious and fueled your resolve to say, “Only three things really,

“Since you two obviously want to see me pregnant; And be the ones to 'help' manifest that… Seeing to the financial benefits for possible multiple children’s future seems obvious. As well as, limiting the possible father to being either of you. Thus, one is that you yourself, institute stiff penalties to any client or other manager that fails to use a condom while experiencing coital exercises with me… which again leaves my uterus open to be fertilized by either of you.

“Two, is allowing me to wear clothing more professional, while still showing off my reduced B cup breasts and athletic body that you helped me manifest and maintain… Clothing such as yoga pants, a short skirt, a long tight dress, or a long form fitting pinstriped skirt, and, at your discretion, time to use the company’s gym and pool."

“Three, is that I receive an actual salary in equity to other employees, during my time here.”

You continue before Uncle Tony can object. “In exchange, I am willing to work three more years for the company in a position of your choosing. Maybe one that utilizes whatever degree that is awarded to me from a university of your choosing.”

Participating in athletics and cheerleading had made it clear to you at a young age that the abnormally large breasts you inherited from genetics was more of a detriment in the way of pain, than they ever were for attracting members of the opposite sex.

You had fretted over the decision partially because there was this myth that it would reduce your appeal. That seemed extremely exaggerated… or your prior experience of seducing males, eliminated whatever effect the change had.

The end result was the same, men still stopped traffic before they passed you walking on the sidewalk or spilled their scalding hot coffee all over themselves… that was the funniest to watch.

Among many other traits, your Daddy’s poker face was well known. Nonetheless, you think that you’re feeling pride emanating from him. Many times in the past he wanted you to start being more mindful and professional for the future. You just displayed both that and a willingness, in exchange, to submit to the desires of another.

“Honey, are you willing to let your mother read this contract? Are you willing to a slight rewrite of this proposed amendment to your contract?”

What Daddy wanted was a mystery to you but you knew the answer without thinking. Even in your limited experience, you understood one of your father’s cardinal principles is that “everything is negotiable”.

“Mother…?…” You pause only because the mention of your mother seemed a bit off considering what they were currently daydreaming of doing to you.

However, while it was weird to you it appears normal to them, and therefore you continue embracing your new choices. “_Of course, Daddy…_” In your timbre is a current that carries the promise that you already consider him and Uncle Tony as essentially your new boyfriends… regardless of how many clients you end up encouraging to sign their respective contracts, at your father’s discretion.

Any concern of being able to satisfy two men at the same time was beyond you; That was earned from routinely juggling more than one boyfriend. The want for cutting edge gadgets and toys visited you often and you were kind enough to avoid, too often, encouraging them into thinking of buying it for you as a gift.

They were young and most often failed to come from rich families. Ironically spoiled brats failed to ever really interest you; Yet, you failed to ever really ponder why was that.

With audacity, the likelihood of wrapping your new boyfriends around your finger seemed probable to you. You loved your mother dearly, but there was a reason a few of your acquaintances who are girls sometimes referred to you negatively as a “man-eater” behind your back. Your confidence was one born of experience instead of pride, and the contract already gave you a handicap.

A number of the other girls in T'Soni High School had a convincing act of friend before you heard what they said secretly and away from your ears. It was quite easy to learn these valuable bits of information as those outside your tight circle of friends always assumed that there was very little active neurons between your ears. A trait that you often encouraged others to believe in, because of the aforementioned tendency. However, that may have largely been the contributing factor towards unintentionally fooling father.

Naturally this new contract you would sign, will see an end to you qualifying for the title of “man-eater”. Instead, it will be increasingly difficult to not have this arrangement be know, in some form or fashion; And, they may call you a slut or even a whore. However, the later is objectionable to you; And any supposed ‘friend’ that says it will cease qualifying for that title. Regardless of how it may be technically true.

The open and honest communication between Mummy and Daddy was well known to you. There failed to be any secret you ever heard of that either held from the other. Still, the idea that mommy would know you are whoring yourself out, and specifically your father would be your pimp, excites the exhibitionist streak you recently discovered in yourself.

“You have yet to decide what degree that you see in your future. This may be unknown to you but some degrees take longer than others. Thus the amendment will also stipulate that during summer vacation you will return to your job as my personal secretary. During Spring Break you commit to a weeklong vacation at a resort of my choosing.”

Uncle Tony is unable to contain himself at this point. “But what about…” He abruptly shut his mouth and voice due to the glare coming from your father.

You take the interruption in the way of time, to consider what they are wanting. His suggestion, and the amendment to the contract, created a very real possibility of more than one pregnancy.

“I would agree, though maybe we could add financial and material support for taking care of any consequences that appear due to the terms of my employment? And my Winter Solstice Vacation is free for me to decide to work, and earn a paycheck, or do whatever else?”

“That is a contract that both Tony and I, would be happy to sign... Tony? Sense you are so damn eager, do you mind making the necessary changes?” Perhaps Daddy mysteriously thought this will alleviate some doubt had been present in Tony’s mind. That was evident by frustration palpable stress of frustration draining from his face.

This escaped your notice at the time, but Tony had been mindful enough to whip out a small notebook and write down the various additions that you wanted, and what was agreed to. Sullenly he nods his head and gets up out of his chair before moving out the door, and closing it behind himself.

The only question left is how do you respond? Do you start stripping what little clothing that is being wore by you? Are you mindful to the situation that you failed to bring backup cloths should the ones you are wearing get ruined? Will Daddy be that incredibly careful? Will Daddy ravish you before Uncle Tony returns? Instead of staying, do you ask to leave?