The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Jeremy tapped his foot, trying to hide his impatience. He stood in line with Rebbecca, his daughter, at the coffeehouse just around the corner from the Roslyn Derkins Theater. Despite being late in the afternoon, the shop was still crowded. There was a long line of mostly men stretching back almost to the front door.

The single father rubbed his daughter’s back. Her navy wool sweater felt rough to his hand. There was no mistaking the couple’s relationship as father and child. They were a spitting image of each other. Jeremy’s strong features and trim body made him look dashing and athletic. The same build, however, made Rebbecca look boyish and wispy.

Checking his watch, Jeremy was glad to see they still had thirty minutes until Rebbecca’s audition. A drama girl throughout high school, she’d been the star in every production. Her supporting father’s small IT firm that he ran kept them happy and would have provided the financial resources needed to send her off to a large Arts school. Her grades and applications, on the other hand, hadn’t been enough to get her in.

She decided to take a shot and work her way into the industry, rather than study her way in. Today was her first major audition and she’d asked her dad to go with her for moral support. She’d been insistent that they arrive early for the audition and they’d arrived way too early. The theater hadn’t even opened yet. Rebbecca was a nervous wreck waiting outside so Jeremy suggested a cup of coffee or tea to calm her down.

“Do you really think I can get a part?” Rebbecca asked, not for the first time that day.

“Yes, honey. You’ll be terrific. You’ll do just fine. They won’t be able to stop from falling all over themselves just to get you to contract.”

Rebbecca beamed and hugged her father’s arm. “Thanks, Daddy. I’m just so nervous because I’m not beautiful or busty like those girls on TV.”

“You’re beautiful to me, sweetie, plus there’s more to acting than just looks, and you’ve got it. You’ll do just fine,” he answered and patted the hands hugging his arm.

The line in front of them was barely moving. Jeremy checked his watch. At this rate, they wouldn’t have time to drink their coffee. Jeremy wondered what was taking so long.

As if she’d read his mind, Rebbecca said, “I bet all of these people are here for the same reason we are. They’re here early and wanted a drink before auditioning. I’ll never get the part over all of these people!”

“Shhh,” Jeremy said and hugged her head to his chest. “You’ll do just fine. There’s lots of rolls to be had, plus most of the people here are men. They wouldn’t be going for the same parts you are. You’ll do just fine.”

“But...”

“You’ll do just fine. Just think of what you want to drink and don’t worry about the audition.”

The two stood in silence for several minutes and the line crept forward. They hadn’t made it half way through when Jeremy saw the reason for its sluggishness. The barista working the counter was topless and had the most massive breasts he’d ever seen. She was filling orders for cream by milking herself directly into the customers’ cups. The process in itself wasn’t slow, but the gawking patrons prevented the line from moving with any kind of speed.

The startled gasp from his daughter showed that she, too, had noticed the reason for their delay. “Oh my god, daddy! Look at her! If a girl like that can’t get a part, how could I ever imagine that I could?”

“It’s okay, honey. You’ll do just fine. Not everyone wants to be an actress.”

“This isn’t like auditioning for my school play. This is serious.”

“You’ll do just fine.”

A man reading a newspaper nearby folded it up and slammed it on the table. If it hadn’t been for his outburst, Jeremy would never have noticed him. He was too average looking, too ordinary. “That’s enough,” the man said. “You two, come sit down.” He pointed at the empty seats across from him.

“I’m sorry, we don’t really have time for...”

“Now!”

Against his will, Jeremy’s feet moved him forward. Rebbecca gave him a terrified look that let him know she’d gone over against her will as well. They each pulled a chair out and sat down. Jeremy gave his daughter a reassuring look and said, “Don’t worry. You’ll be just fine.”

The man let out a frustrated cry. “This is ridiculous! How many times do I have to hear you say, ‘You’ll do just fine’? I know, technically you just said, ‘be just fine’ but it’s still close enough to piss me off.”

“I’m sorry, mister. I didn’t know I was offending you...”

“It’s not just me. Anyone within earshot is probably wishing for bad things to happen to you.”

“No they...”

The man cut Jeremy off. “Hey, lady,” he said to a girl sitting nearby. She was dressed as if her natural habitat was a night club, not a coffeehouse. Her pink floral print halter top v-ed down to show every inch of her artificial looking breasts. Her long blond hair hid the strings tying her top on and draped down the sides of her body causing Jeremy’s eyes to focus even more on her exposed cleavage. Jeremy wondered what sort of upbringing could produce a girl like her. “What would you do if you heard this guy say, ‘You’ll do just fine’ one more time?”

The girl glared at Jeremy. “Probably kick him in the fucking balls.”

“See! It’s not just me.”

Hanging his head, Jeremy glanced over at Rebbecca. He couldn’t read her expression. “I’m sorry, I won’t say it anymore.”

“No, it’s too late for that now, Jeremy.”

“How did you...”

The man waved his question off. “Really, Rebbecca here is already 19 and if she doesn’t have the self confidence to make it on her own without you constantly saying, ‘You’ll do just fine’.” The man shuddered. “I don’t think I’ll ever be able to say those words again. Anyway, as I was saying, if she doesn’t have the confidence to make it on her own without...those words, then you really messed up as a parent.

“I think you have done a pretty crap job. Look at your daughter. She’s pathetic. She’s got this whole,” the guy waved his hand around in a small circle pointed at Rebbecca, “innocent girl next door thing going on, but it’s really quite annoying. You’re 19, girl! Grow up. You don’t need daddy around to hold your hand.

“’Aww, everyone’s so much prettier and better than me.’ Please. You only do it because you want the attention. You want the sympathy. You’ve got the confidence in you. Hell, there hasn’t been a single play you haven’t had the lead roll in. How you fucked up on your applications so bad, not even I know that. My only guess is you did it so Daddy here would feel sorry for you.”

Their host took a sip of his coffee and let the scared stew for a minute.

“Here’s the deal. Your daughter, like always, she’s going to get the lead in the audition and be wildly successful. I’m telling you this now. And you know it’s true that I can do this.”

Both Jeremy and Rebbecca nodded their heads. Jeremy didn’t know how he knew, but the core of his being radiated with the knowledge that the man was telling the truth.

“So, you see, there’s nothing to worry about. There’s no reason to say those words. If, for any reason you do happen to say them, there will be a punishment.” The man snapped his fingers and the huge breasted barista left the customers at the counter and came over.

“Are they going to help me remove whatever is stuck up my ass?”

“No. They disgust me. Get their orders so they can leave and I don’t have to look at them anymore.”

The woman turned to Rebbecca. “Well, aren’t you just so cute! Has anyone ever told you, you should be an actress?”

“Actually, I’m waiting for an audition to start.”

The man clapped his hands once. “No chitchat! Just orders.”

“Sorry, sir. What can I get for you, dear?”

“I’ll have an earl grey,” Rebbecca said.

“And you sir?” the waitress asked Jeremy.

“Just a black coffee.”

The woman looked downcast. “Are you sure you wouldn’t like some cream? It’s homemade!”

“Okay, two creams.”

Jeremy and Rebbecca still hadn’t regained the free will to move about, so they sat in silence while they waited for their orders. The man sat back and started reading his paper again. Jeremy wondered what their table companion meant by “punishment”.

From the other side of the newspaper, the man said, “You know, this wasn’t my paper at first. Belonged to a guy not much older than you, Jeremy. I made a bet with him that he couldn’t resist fucking this slut.” The man let out a chuckle. “I kind of cheated, though. I took away his distaste for nasty skanks. It’s not like I made him like them, it’s just that he no longer hates them. Would have been too easy for him to pass on temptation otherwise. But don’t worry, I’m playing straight with you. Just guaranteed success and punishment for you-know-what.”

Not really having a clue what the man was talking about, Jeremy nodded. “What do you mean by punishment?”

“I mean, you will become an even worse parent than I think you are. I’m sorry, Rebbecca. You’ll probably have to suffer through it until things get better.”

A drop of sweat rolled down the side of Jeremy’s face despite the cool temperature. “What will happen? What do you mean?”

“Tsk tsk tsk. Now where would the fun be in telling you? You’ll just have to wait and see.”

At last the woman came back with their orders. She gave them their cups and then backed up. “Hold your cup up a little higher, mister,” she told Jeremy.

He held it up to shoulder height and then the woman grabbed one of her nipples. She tweaked it once, twice, sending two streams of milk flying towards his cup. Not a drop spilled outside of it. “There you are. Miss, would you like any cream in your tea?”

“No, thank you,” Rebbecca replied.

“Alright then. And since you’re special guests, it’s on the house. Have a nice day and come back soon!” The busty barista made her way back to the counter and started filling orders again.

Once they had received their orders, Jeremy and Rebbecca found they were free to leave. From behind the newspaper, their host said, “Don’t say it, Jeremy. Just don’t say it.”

The 40 year old father sat next to his brunette daughter. They sipped on their beverages while the auditorium filled. They hadn’t said a word to each other since they’d left the coffeehouse.

Rubbing a hand through his thick hair, Jeremy looked over the information about the comedic musical Rebbecca was auditioning for. Not being the biggest play goer, Jeremy hadn’t heard of it before, but apparently it was a huge success on Broadway. It was a modern day, musical rendition of Shakespeare’s Taming of the Shrew.

Rebbecca was hoping to land the role based off of Katherina. She and Jeremy agreed that she had a better shot at it. Even though he’d reassured her in the coffeehouse, her assessment of her looks was quite realistic. She wasn’t remarkable or beautiful enough to fit in the Bianca role.

The auditorium filled around them. Rebbecca twitched in her seat. His green eyed daughter pulled her pony tail over her knit sweater. It went well with the sensible blue jeans she was wearing. Letting go of her hair, she started to fiddle with the silver bracelet her daddy had given her for her 18th birthday. At the time she’d refused it, knowing how thin their budget was spread. The down turn in the economy had really hurt her dad’s private business.

Rebbecca’s mom had passed away while she was very young and Jeremy had raised her the best way he knew how. He had trouble running his IT company and being a single dad. The man at the coffeehouse’s insult about him being a bad father had cut deep.

Jeremy reached over and rubbed her shoulders. “You’ll do just fine,” he said. As soon as the words left his mouth, Jeremy flinched. What was going to happen?

“Daddy! That man told you not to say that!” his daughter admonished him. She flicked her golden ringlets off her shoulder and Jeremy withdrew his hand from her pink and gray diamond-checked sweater. She turned her crystal blue eyes up at him and gave him a smile.

His stunningly beautiful daughter put her hand on his chest. “It’s nice of you to come down with me and reassure me and stuff.” Her diamond laced, gold Tiffany’s bracelet sparkled in the light. “But what would really give me confidence would be some new Dior earrings. I know I could nail the Bianca part with some of them...”

She didn’t care that her father was juggling his debt on two mortgages and three credit cards. Rebbecca’s insatiable appetite for brand name clothing had run Jeremy into the ground. Without the jewelry, Jeremy knew his gorgeous daughter would be a shoe in for the part of the beautiful and spoiled Bianca. She wouldn’t even have to act the part. Being her father didn’t spare him from her charms. “I’m sorry, honey. There’s no time to get them before the auditions start.”

The punishment! Jeremy cried in his head. Did Rebbecca notice it, too? The daughter he’d so lovingly raised was gone. In her place was a beautiful, spoiled brat that he felt no connection to. This version of his daughter would never be caught in something as plain and simple as the navy sweater she used to be wearing.

Memories of his plain daughter refusing the simple silver bracelet were joined side by side with his new glamorous daughter throwing a tantrum because he’d bought her a Tiffany’s bracelet and not the Chanel one she’d wanted.

He looked at the alluring creature next to him. Questions ran through his mind. Was the old her still inside there? When she looked at him, did she see the old him? The him who ran a floundering, but viable IT company, or did she just see the new him, the low level, underpaid IT clerk and a soon to be bankrupt security firm?

If the old her was still in there, she must be crying out about how her new lust for name brand items had done to her father. It’d driven him into massive credit card debt, taking a third mortgage out on their house and finally forcing him to get a graveyard shift just to have enough money to eat. She looked up at him and her sky blue eyes sparkled at him. “Do you promise to get me some after?”

On the outside, there was no hint if she was still there or not. As far as Jeremy could tell, the insecure girl he’d comforted in line at the coffeehouse had been completely replaced by the new Rebbecca. This version of her had tried to flirt her way up to the front of the line at the coffeehouse. After she hadn’t gotten any where with her attempts, he’d reassured her to try to keep her calm and his reassurances had angered that man. Jeremy tried to picture him in his head but came up blank.

“I’m sorry, honey. I don’t have the cash today. I get paid next Wednesday. I’ll get you some then.” Even if his old daughter was in there, she probably couldn’t see the old him inside his new beer-bellied, thinning haired body. The loser persona that had come as a punishment to his words masked the former father.

Pouting her full lips, Rebbecca looked down. “You’ll be just fine without them,” Jeremy told her. He couldn’t believe what he’d just said. Even after tasting the punishment for the first time. He winced. He couldn’t look. He didn’t want to know how he’d changed them.

A man stood up on the stage. Jeremy focused on him so he wouldn’t have to know what he’d done to them. The man tapped on the mike once and the auditorium went silent. “Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for coming out today to audition for a Women’s Network original movie, Trouble Daughter.

“We’ve gone through the applications that you handed in this morning. We’re going to be calling out parts and then those who we’d like to have audition for that role. If you don’t get called, it’s because we’re not looking for someone with your particular talents and we wish you luck in your future endeavors.”

The play had changed. It wasn’t even a play anymore. It’d turned into a tryout for a bad movie on a cable channel Jeremy had never even heard of. Unable to control his curiosity, the nervous father glanced over at his daughter to see what had happened to her. Neither the pink and gray sweater vest she wore nor the unbuttoned pink dress shirt underneath it did anything to cover her new, full cleavage.

Thick makeup adorned her features. On the previous incarnation of her, those features were delicate and cute. The only words that Jeremy could find to describe them now were “sexy” and “tease”. Long gone were the plain features that she’d once fretted over so much.

Her taste in clothing matched her taste in jewelry now: gaudy, revealing, and above all name brand. He could count his meager paychecks by counting the articles that adorned her. High stockings stretched up from her black heels and stopped bellow her knee. Just like her enlarged breasts, her now well toned, creamy white thighs were put on display as the black lace DKNY skirt she wore only covered her legs to mid thigh. Or was it a Banana Republic skirt? No, Jeremy didn’t think this new girl would touch something as cheap as Banana Republic, let alone wear it.

Jeremy’s once athletic form was nowhere near to be found. While his daughter was getting sexier, he was getting fatter. The IT company that he’d once owned was now his employer. His old business was now more successful than anything he could have ever dreamed of. It had become a major player in the technology industry. Jeremy had nothing to do with it, though. He was just the parking lot security guard. All day he sat in his booth and ate donuts while watching the little portable TV he’d put in. Former friends and employees now sneered at him as he checked their ID badges and let them into the lot.

Today, he hadn’t come down to be moral support for his daughter. In this changed reality, he was here to make sure she actually came to the audition. The new him hoped that she’d get the lead part of the troubled daughter, not for her success, but so she could start paying for some things on her own.

“You should cover up some,” he told her.

“Relax, dad. I’m looking the part.”

Jeremy rolled his eyes at that. He knew this edition of his daughter wasn’t dressed any different today than normal. She took any opportunity to flaunt her ample chest and toned legs. In this life, he was never strict with his daughter. She was beyond control. Even if he tried to lay down rules of some sort, he was constantly working to keep one step ahead of the nonstop collection agencies and was never around to enforce them. As a result, Rebbecca didn’t even pretend to obey him.

“...Next is for the part of Bianca, the daughter. Please go up to the second floor and wait in room 203. Clair Abraham, Alexandra Douglas, Fran Driver, Rebbecca Elman, Tracy...”

“That’s me!” Rebbecca bounced up out of her seat. She handed her drink to her dad. “Go on up and wait for me. I wanna go out and get a quick smoke before my audition.”

“Rebbecca Elman! I thought I told you to quit smoking.”

“Dad, I’m 19 and if I want to smoke, I’ll smoke all I want.”

She walked off and left him to stare at her back. Her expensive skirt swayed back and forth with her steps in her three inch heels. The motion called attention to the bit of creamy white flesh visible just below the short hem down to the knee high stockings.

Having finished his drink long ago, Jeremy took a sip of his daughter’s tea. He sputtered and spit most of it out. There was more bourbon in it than tea. It explained why she still had some left when he’d finished his coffee, but he couldn’t figure out what the hell was she thinking getting drunk before her audition. Things were getting too far out of hand.

He knew as part of his punishment, he couldn’t change who they were, but maybe he could stop them from getting worse. Maybe he could fight it somehow and make them better in the future.

Jeremy went into the men’s bathroom to dispose of her drink. He started to pour her drink out, but his hand froze as memories of the most recent Rebbecca came to him. To put it simply, she was a pain.

This daughter had never been in a play at school. This daughter hardly ever went to school. She’d been suspended numerous times for smoking in the girl’s bathroom, or being drunk during class. He didn’t know how she had heard about this audition, but the movie seemed like a parallel to her life story. This version of her’s life story.

The balding factory worker looked at himself in the mirror. Bags were permanently sketched under his eyes. In this world, he couldn’t remember the last time he hadn’t worked a double shift. The job as parking lot guard was no more. It’d gone the way of his base level IT position and his career running his own company. His real self seemed forever away.

All that was here for him in this world was overworking, beer and TV. Yesterday, he’d pulled the late night shift and then the morning shift. For the first time in a week he’d gone home before 11PM. He’d been planning a nice night with a six pack and sleeping in front of the TV. His plans had been dashed by finding Rebbecca topless and making out with her boyfriend on the sofa. No, it was worse than that. It wasn’t her boyfriend, it was just some kid she’d brought over to pass the time.

It was too much for Jeremy. He couldn’t handle the changes. He’d come into the bathroom to try to revert them back to how they used to be. He’d come in to dump the drink down the drain. Instead, he bottomed the cup and gave a satisfied “Ahh”. Glancing back in the mirror, he gave his pudgy cheeks two quick pats. His five o’clock shadow felt rough on his hands. “You’ll be just fine,” he told his reflection.

Shit! Jeremy thought. He wondered if it counted if he said it to himself. The guy hadn’t said anything about that. He hoped it didn’t count.

Jeremy shook the empty flask in his hand. He couldn’t focus. He was too drunk. Dropping the useless flask into the sink, it clattered and came to a stop on top of the drain. Jeremy put his hands on the side of sink and banged his comb over into the mirror.

He’d been punished again. The job at the factory hadn’t lasted five minutes. To that last Jeremy, it had lasted a life time. Just like the Jeremy before that had been a glorified crossbar for a life time. Just like the Jeremy before that had been a glorified computer janitor. Somewhere he’d started out owning his own business.

So many lives in his head combined with ample amounts of alcohol made it impossible for Jeremy to think. The world was a dream to him. He had to take stock of who he was now. At some point he’d been athletically built. Now Jeremy couldn’t remember a time when he hadn’t been called some variant of “fat”. When he’d turned fourteen, he’d doubled in size as he’d started drinking heavily.

The thoughts of him owning a company were comical to him now. He’d never even graduated high school. The closest thing he had to a job was losing what little cash he had at the dog track.

Food stamps and TV had raised Becca. Jeremy hadn’t cared about what she did until she’d turned 16 and could start working. Now he skimmed her paycheck to take care of himself. He hiccuped. Memories muddled even more in his mind. He couldn’t remember if he was skimming of Becca for booze money or if she was skimming off him for brand name clothing.

Alcohol was the answer he decided. Drowning the memories was his only recourse, but his flask was empty. The unemployed dad stumbled out of the toilet and hoped Becca had some more.

She was off hiding. His daughter had begged him not to come to the audition with her, but he wasn’t going to miss this for the world because he loved her and wanted to support her. That thought belonged to some other him. He didn’t know which one. Maybe it was the original, but he couldn’t even tell which version that was any more. It definitely wasn’t the reason this version of him was here. The most recent Jeremy had a different aim.

He stumbled into the audition room for the background dancers in Holly Molly’s new music video, Trouble Daughter. That’s why he came. Auditions for that tasty tart’s newest pop tune’s video meant young fit women, young fit women who were scantily clad.

The lecherous fat man licked his lips and scanned the ample amount of cleavage displayed in the room. He wondered if Holly herself would show up. He loved the teen sensation and a picture with her could replace all his rag mags.

Jeremy’s erection poked out the front of his pants and he winked at one of the waiting girls as he stuck his hand in his pocket to adjust himself. The girl glowered at him. He looked up her fishnet stocking leg to her small tight black shorts. He could have spent hours staring at her flat stomach, but didn’t want to waste the time when he could be looking at her large tits in their black bra shirt. If asked, Jeremy couldn’t have described her face.

One of the men working on the lighting came over to Jeremy. He looked around nervously for someone to support him, but no one looked his way. “Sorry, sir. You’re not allowed in here.”

“My daughter’s up next and I’m gonna watch her.”

The man reeled from the alcoholic reek of Jeremy. Before he could protest again, Becca came back in, stinking of tobacco and pot. She was dressed in an outfit identical to the other girls. “Shit, pop, why the fuck didn’t you tell me I was up next?”

She handed him her purse and he dug out her flask. He sipped on it while he watched his daughter perform. Jeremy wasn’t ashamed to admit that watching his own daughter shake her ass and large natural boobs got him even harder. The way she squatted down and shook her rear like she was actually riding a cock drove him wild.

Those other girls didn’t have a chance. Becca had gotten pointers from the girls at the strip club where she waited tables. He was so proud of his girl. She was going on to bigger and better paychecks for her deadbeat dad to leach off of.

He looked at his platinum haired daughter finish her set and his eyes went crossed. She wasn’t how he remembered her, the busty girl who made her way around to all the boys in the trailer park where they lived. Rather, she was a mousy reserved brunette that cowered in front of all these people.

She was his sweetheart. He took care of her and seeing her dressed like that made his heart break. He wanted to cry. He’d done this to them. He’d kept saying those words even though he knew they’d be punished.

Jeremy took another sip from the flask. Drown it out, he thought. Tossing his head back caused him to lose his balance and stumble back into one of the waiting girls.

“Oops. Sorry about that,” he said.

“You ripped my stockings, asshole.”

“No need to get all huffy. Put some new ones on and you’ll be just fine.”

Jeremy cursed himself. He wanted never to speak again. He was afraid if he opened his mouth again it would be those four words and he didn’t know how much more degrading things could get. His old selves drowned themselves in the alcohol. Not one of them could bear to see what the most recent change would bring.

The stripper he’d bumped into glared at him for a long second then walked off. The alcoholic trailer trash looked up in time to see his tramp of a daughter finish her audition.

She clasped her bra back on over her artificial chest. Jeremy didn’t know where she’d gotten the money to get a tit job. When she came home with them, he’d hit her something fierce. Bitch holding out on him. He brought her into this fucking world and she owed him god dammit.

It’d turned out to be a blessing, her tips from stripping had doubled after she got them done. As fiercely as he’d hit her, Jeremy apologized and took her money for booze.

Word of a softcore documentary about strippers flew through the club one night and visions of Beka breaking into the world of softcore and him rolling in the profits flashed through Jeremy’s mind.

Stripper Trouble, a look into the troubled lives and tribulations of exotic dancers. Whatever the fuck that meant, so long as Jeremy got cash from his daughter’s ass, he didn’t care.

Beka sashayed over to her shit head father and pushed him back into an empty chair. “Jesus Christ, Jeremy. I fuckin’ told you not to come down here. You’re gonna fuck it all up.”

Raging out of the chair Jeremy raised his hand to slap his impudent daughter down. He stopped well short but she ducked anyway and her cheap bleached hair went sailing. Everyone was looking at them.

“The fuck you lookin’ at? Mind yer own god damn business!” Jeremy yelled at them.

Shaking, Beka grabbed her purse from Jeremy and took out a small pink vile. She unscrewed the cap and snorted two nostrils full of the white powder inside.

“Damn junky,” Jeremy said. “I ain’t gonna hitcha. You’ll be just fine.”

“Mr Elman,” someone said.

Jeremy looked up. Two large muscular men were walking about naked. Their johnson’s were bigger than Jeremy even imagined existed. They swung back and forth as the porn studs made their way off the set.

The dolled up starlets prancing around really took Jeremy’s attention. He was so glad he came down to this porn audition with his daughter. He recognized so many of the girls from his tapes. It was only a matter of time before his slut of a daughter was one of them.

“Mr Elman.”

“Fuckin’ what?” Jeremy looked at the guy talking to him. “Hey, you’re that prick from the coffeehouse with that big titty chick.”

The man blinked once, twice. “Yes, I am. I see you’ve become quite elegant.”

“I don’t care for none of yer college words. What do you want? I wanna get me some more signs from the girls before they get outa here.”

“If you would, sir. I have the contract ready for you.”

Jeremy glowered at the man. “Contract? What are you on about?”

The man pulled Beka up by her arm. She didn’t resist, but didn’t make an effort to stand either. He grabbed her father with his other arm and led the two of them over to a table. “Please, have a seat, Mr Elman.”

Sliding out a chair, Jeremy slouched down in it. His mysterious companion drug his coked up daughter around to the other side of the table. The man left her standing as he sat down.

He pulled out a piece of paper, a pen and a check for two million dollars. The man slid the paper and pen across the tabletop and leaned back. The original Jeremy read the paper.

“I, Jeremy Elman, do hear by swear under pains greater than I can imagine that I will never utter the words ‘You’ll be/do just fine.’ again. In accords with this, I shall give away all rights to my daughter having proven to be the worst parent possible. For compensation, I shall receive a check for two million dollars.

“Having suitably received punishment for her false innocence which caused me to incessantly utter the aforementioned words, Rebbecca Elman shall live happily as she is now with no recollection of my existence.

“In the event of my death, she shall still receive all of my worldly goods as is her right.”

The Jeremy that he’d become couldn’t read it. He could make out his name and his daughter’s name. The rest was chicken scratch to him. “What’s all this mean?”

“It means you’ve got a choice, Jeremy,” he said. “Sign the paper and you can have this,” he held up the check, “or stand up and take this home,” he pointed to Jeremy’s daughter, Rebbecca.

She wasn’t the trashy stripper the worthless father knew so well. She was the Rebbecca the loving dad had come to support. The frail girl stood covering her shapeless form with her sweater. She hugged it tightly to her chest. Her white, functional underwear clashed with the nudity and risque surrounding her. Her dull brown hair was pulled up in a pony tail that limply hung down her back. On her left wrist there was a silver bracelet with a heart charm dangling off it. In the heart was the word “Daddy”.

She shifted her weight from foot to foot. Tears welled up in her eyes. “Daddy, please. I want to go home,” she said.

Somewhere inside him, the caring dad cried out for the poor girl. He wanted to protect her, to coddle her. The alcoholic trailer trash sneered at the worthless girl. He wanted to put her to work to make him some money.

Jeremy looked from her to the check. The two of him battled in his head.

Protect her!

That worthless whore?

She’s my baby! She’s going to be an actress!

She’s my meal ticket! She’s gonna be a porn star!

Jeremy’s hand shot out and picked up the pen. He made his mark on the paper. His former selves disappeared, leaving only the new Jeremy. Reaching across the table, he snatched the check out of the man’s hand. He looked up at his daughter. “Shit, bitch. You are home.”

Rebbecca’s arms fell to her sides and she dropped her sweater. She started shaking. Her mouth fell open and a constant moan escaped her lips. The pony tail dangling down her back exploded in a wind storm of platinum blond. Her giant hair framed her face. Makeup appeared in heavier and heavier coats across her lips, eyes, lashes and lids. Her white functional underwear morphed into black decorative and revealing lingerie.

As her garments changed, her hips widened out and her ass expanded. Her breasts filled and inflated, stretching her new bra to its limits. Steadily, she grew in height to match her 6 inch stilettos. Lacy stockings snaked their way up her calves, stopping on her thighs just above the knee.

Her shaking got more violent and finally she screamed out. “FUCK! That was the god damn best orgasm I’ve ever had in my life.” She set her eyes on Jeremy. “I think it’s because I’ll never have to see your sorry ass excuse for a father again.”

Jeremy sneered at the woman he’d just sold to the porn industry. He stumbled back away from the table.

“Mr Elman, thank you for your business. If anything should happen to you, don’t worry. The money will be transferred to your next of kin here.”

“That whore ain’t gettin shit from me.”

“Very well. And remember, you just signed a contract swearing that you’ll never say that phrase again.”

Jeremy waved his hand at the man once or twice and then staggered away. He bumped into the door and spun into the hall. “The fuck?” he muttered.

Drunk and exhilarated, he exited the theater and out into the bustling street. Grinning deliriously, he pulled out his check. “Two fucking million. Yeah, Jeremy my boy, you’ll be just fine.”

He held the check up and looked at it as he walked. Not even the sound of a bus’s horn and screeching tires couldn’t tear Jeremy’s eyes off it.