A Plan

"So what does he like to do for fun?" Carrie asked, flipping the page.

"Well, once you get him out of the strip joint and off the booze ... usual guy stuff I guess. Hunting, fishing, he goes down to the university once or twice a year to watch a game and get his hero worship in. He plays golf with his clients. He goes to church when he isn't too hung over, so not much since Mom died." Carrie nodded, looking pensive. "And he's a bit of a uhhh ... 'populist' Republican.'' Carrie smirked.

"MAGA? C'mon, Junior, you really want *this* guy banging my brains out? That stuff is contagious you know. One final question: where will I find him?"

"I don't want him fucking your brains out, but I need it. Moth to the flame I guess. After work he's at a strip club joint called Heartbreaker's on the south side of town. He starts with some black lagers, so catch him then. Whiskey turns him mean, and he always turns to whiskey at some point."

"What is this, fucking gremlins? Okay, I have finals in two weeks. I'm going to take a pole dancing class, I think. Put the 'ho' in 'home' and all that. And I'm going go get my belly pierced. He can propose whatever other changes as we go along. After finals I'll make a trip that way and meet my new Daddy. First, get him out of the strip joint and into AA. Then we can get him back to where he needs to be. I don't have any classes this summer, and I'll just pick up some remote work to pay the bills, but he is my summer project. And Junior?" She could tell you hated being called that. She walked over, kissing you, soft and wet and sweet smelling.

"I love you, this is why I'm doing it for you. Even if I fall in love with him and bear him a child, that wouldn't change. But there is something peculiar here, and I will find out what is. And if I find you haven't been completely truthful to me, completely candid and ****, there will be hell to pay." You swallowed hard.

"I understand. Do you want to talk about how you plan to do it?"

"Information and support is your role dear. Seduction is my turf. I won't need help sucking Daddy's dick. Just remember: no matter how blonde my hair is or how big my tits are, I'm no one's puppet. Least of all yours. See you Wednesday for our sushi lunch." With that, she turned and walked out, leaving you to just your thoughts.