Give Dad what he wants

"I hate to say it," Karen said, "but maybe we have to give him what he wants."

Matt felt almost as if he'd just stuck his fingers into an electric socket. "You want to sleep with Dad?"

She shook her head hard. "Oh gross. You know I only want to make love with you."

"Me too," Cindi said. "I mean, I do my best to be a perfect girlfriend, but sleeping with your dad is kind of over my limit. Besides, did you hear that shit about sideways pussy. I mean, doesn't he even look at porn. Everyone knows that Asian pussy is exactly the same as any other kind of pussy so it's just being rude."

Tanya giggled which was the first positive thing to come out of the meeting as far as Matt was concerned.

"You think it's funny that all those perverts think that just because we're Asian, we're some sort of sexual glutton?"

"Look at me, Cindi. I'm blonde, remember. Everyone thinks that blondes are sluts."

"Yeah but you really... oh, shit. I stereotype too, don't I. I didn't know and I'm so sorry."

Tanya giggled again. "Well, you don't have to sleep with Matt's dad. We can just shut down the operation. Then he'd have nothing to take."

"Actually," Karen said, "that would be better than having to fuck my father. I... every time I think about that, I get this vomit coming up my throat."

"Actually I think that's because you gagged on your brother's dick." Cindi made blowjob motions and both she and Tanya giggled.

"Okay, shutting down the business is option two," Matt said. "I'm **** to take that step because we still need the money but with mom having a job working for Mrs. Phuan, maybe we could make it somehow."

"My dad would kick us out of the department store," Tanya said. "And he'd be pissed as hell. Those gangsters I told you about might be coming for us instead of your dad if we just shut down."

"Better than making Cindi and Karen fuck Dad and then give him all the profits and have the gangsters come after us anyway," Matt pointed out.

"Okay, I'll give you that. It's still not my favorite choice."

Matt couldn't believe how screwed up this was. He was with three super-cute girls... two blondes and an Asian, all of whom he'd fucked and all of whom could probably be talked into an fffm encounter... if only they could figure a way to deal with their problems. Instead, they were sitting in a Starbucks, not getting laid, and not solving their problems.

"So...," he finally said, "... anyone have an option four?"