Rather the beginning of an interesting evening

The rest of the day is relaxed and busy with Steve working out and going for a run and myself cleaning the house and cooking like the good little housewife I have become. Everything is happy and relaxed until the evening comes around and the tension builds waiting for daddy to come home. As Mr. Robertson enters the home we all gather to eat and somehow everybody is a bit gloomy and silent. Mr. Robertson had a few beers on his way home it seems as he smells of sweat and **** and stares off into the distance from time to time. I wonder if I went too far in the morning but I really do hope that all will work out. Finally the situation relaxes a little and some shallow small talk and mild joking starts around the table. Still chewing my last bite I wink to Mr. Robertson.

"So what is planned for tonight" I say, trying to hint at him the promise of payback from this morning. I wonder if I am the only one getting horny again already as Steve just looks up at me quite tired.

"I quess I hit the hay early today. I am too tired after my workout." Steve says. Still looking at Mr. Robertson I wait for his answer and he finally looks back at Steve and then at me and clears his throat.

"How about I take your sister out for a few drinks if she dolls herself up nicely!" a smile crosses my face at the suggestion and Mr. Robertson's eyes sparkle in my direction.

"Will you fuck my sister again?!" Steve asks matter of factly sounding just curious but not bitter. A smirk crosses Mr. Robertsons lips.

"Might happen! If that'S OK with you?!" he answers. Steve just nods and stands up to bring his plate to the kitchen.

"Sure dad! You two have fun. Buster had enough excitement for one day." and with that he yawns and warmly smiles at us leaving for his room. Excited at the prospect of an interesting evening I quickly finish my meal and head for the bath to get ready. I really practiced my make-up and styling routine lately and tonight I really want to impress daddy as best I could. I decide to wear a simple black short dress with small straps revealing my pale narrow shoulders. A simple black cotton thong and black high heels with little glittering bows at the back. For make-up I go with dark smokey eyes and a deep red lipstick matching my current nail-polish.

When I finally get down to the waiting Mr. Robertson he finishes another can of beer from the fridge and looks up at me gasping giving me exactly the reaction I have hoped for. He still wears the now slightly crumpled suit from the morning with his tie loosened around his neck. I guess the dolling up was just meant for me but I don't mind as long as we get to go out together. I never went out before as a girl and the more I practiced here around the house the more confident I have become that I could pass as a real girl at least for a quick glance in a dim lit bar. My heart races at the thought of strangers looking at me in this outfit and I grab Mr. Robertson by the arm to finally get going. He smiles benevolently and leads me out to the car walking a bit unsteady from too much beer already.

"It's better you are doing the driving darling!" he mumbles pushing the keys into my hand and patting me.

"Ok, dad!" I say with my best practiced girly voice and we get into the car. "Where are we going?" I ask and Mr. Robertson just waves me into the direction of downtown. As the lights of the town get brighter so does the sparkle in my eyes and my heartrate goes up even more. We enter the area where all the fancy bars and dance-clubs of the city are located and I am about to set the indicator for a left hand turn down the boulevard when Mr. Robertson stops me and says I should continue on towards the other side of town. I am slightly confused but do as he told me taking us past all the shiny glass buildings and further down main street until the houses get smaller again and finally get replaced by warehouses and industrial lots.

Finally at pretty much the end of the city limits Mr. Robertson tells me to turn into the back of a run-down junk yard with a workshop made from corrugated sheet metal. There is a small dim lightbulb dangling in front of the entrance with otherwise no windows on the side of the building.

I stop the car next to several other cars parked at the back and look at Mr. Roberston with unconcealed confusion on my face. Mr. Robertson looks up at me uncertain, a bit sad, a bit horny, a bit hopeful. I can't tell what mix of emotion passes his face. After a moment gathering his thoughts he starts to tell me about his day.

He usually works as a truck driver, delivering goods down across the border or the other way round. Today he was wearing a suit because he had a meeting with a lawyer. It was about his ex-wife Susan. Her new lover is also a lawyer and she won't sign the final divorce papers until Mr. Robertson agrees to give up the house. He doesn't want to, even less so now that Steve, and he and I live there and are happy. But he can also not afford to pay her out so he asked what to do but even though the lawyer told him he would probably win the case the lawyer costs would still bankrupt him.

Still confused at what this all had to do with us going out and why we ended up here at this junk yard I waited patiently for Mr. Robertson to finish his story.

Apart from being almost broke and at the brink of being evicted from his house he tried to gain the money by playing poker at an illegal gambling den which is the place we are now sitting outside.

He was not lucky and had to work overtime for the last month to get enough money to pay off his debts with the thugs to avoid even more trouble. As Mr. Robertson confides all that to me I nod from time to time holding his hairy strong hand. He just wanted to pay back the money but then he learned that tonight is a special ladies night here and if he brings one lady to the game they might let him play and he could use the payback money to win some more before he has to give it back. He seems quite drunk and **** and I am not so sure if his plan will work out but I just bite my lip and say with a small voice.

"But I am not quite a real lady, am I!?" and I raise my brows questioningly. Mr. Robertson gives me a loving look.

"Don't you worry darling. Most of the others here aren't either. It's just a thing of the owner of the establishment. He likes ladies of your kind. Look if you don't want to go I just hop in and pay my debts and we can go someplace else. It was only - after this morning - I thought you might be up for anything given how perverted you turned out to be. I only learned of this event at noon and I just thought it was fate." he rubs his eyes with his thumbs trying to shake his drunkenness but it doesn't seem to work. He starts to mumble. "It was a stupid idea. I was just. I mean. You made me cum into my son's mouth today for god's sake. But what was I thinking. Most 'ladies' in there will be professionals. I am not even sure what might happen. Better take me someplace else then ok?" I bite my lip waiting for Mr. Robertson to finish his ramblings.

"What will I have to do?" I ask him with concealed excitement in my voice at the prospect of a special poker night with strangers.

"I....I honestly don't know. I only know that you get a special chip for the lady you bring and you can use it as currency in addition to the money at the table. If you lose your lady to another player then he might do anything with her. I don't know how far these guys will take it or even who is playing tonight." he looks at me with a little bit of hope waiting for me to make up my mind or ask another question or start the car and I look back at Mr. Robertson also not sure what I should do.