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 THE HARD BODY SHOP CLERK: A NEW BEGINNING BY DL SLOAN

   CHAPTER TWO: LENDING A HAND Cori left the jet and carried her bags
through the airport.  She hadn't told anyone she was coming, so no one was
there to pick her up.  She went to the front of the airport and, not
surprisingly, had no trouble hailing a cab.

   "You a porn star or something?" the cabbie asked as she got in.

   "No, why, do I look like someone?"

   "You look like you should be a porn star," the guy said, staring at her
tits in the mirror.  "Damn, you're a fine piece of ass.  Dressed liked
that? You're not a hooker or dancer or anything?"

   "No, sir," Cori smiled, a little surprised by his directness.  "I'm just
a clerk at an auto body shop.  I'm here to visit my step-father.  He's
sick. Can you please take me to the Sunny Day Regional Rehab Center?"

   "Of course," he said.  "What happened to him?"

   "Stroke," she said.  "He's been there for a week because he can't take
care of himself.  I'm going to take him home and take care of him until he
gets better."

   "He's a lucky man," the cabbie said.  "You're as sweet as you are hot.
You got a boyfriend?  I'd love to take you out sometime."

   Cori was actually tempted.  She couldn't remember the last time a guy
had asked her on a real date.  Of course, at the shop her dates with the
guys were all pre-scheduled.  And so far on her trip, no one had said
anything about dates.  They just wanted to fuck.  The cabbie probably did
too, but at least he was trying to be civil.

   "Thank you, I'm flattered," Cori said.  "But right now I have to take
care of my step-dad.  But if you have a card or something, I'll be happy to
call you if I get settled and have time."

   The cabbie gave her his number, knowing she'd probably never call, but
impressed nonetheless by her obvious kindness.

   "Do you need a ride for your father to his house?" the cabbie asked when
they got to the rehab facility.

   "Well, yes, I suppose so," Cori said, "but I don't know how long it will
take to get him checked out.  I don't want to make you wait."

   "No problem," the cabbie said.  "I'll wait, no charge.  Take your time."

   "Thank you so much!" Cori said.  "You're the nicest person I've met
since I left Georgia."

   Cori bounded into the hospital, her long legs carrying her quickly as
her heels clicked along the pavement.  The cabbie watched every step.  As
the saying goes, he hated to see her leave, but he loved watching her go.

   As Cori would soon discover - much to her delight - in sunny San Diego
with the beach and all that meant, skimpy clothing wasn't all that unusual.
There were hot girls walking around in little skirts and bikini tops all
the time.  So, while any many would certainly take notice of her extra
short "Hard Body" shorts, her visible thong, her long legs, her big tits
and her barely visible nipples, it wasn't like she was scandalous.  She was
just hot, maybe a little slutty, but not entirely inappropriate.  What a
welcome change!

   So, there was surprisingly little buzz when she walked into the center
and approached the front desk.  A friendly woman took her name and directed
her to a room on the third floor where she'd find her step-dad.  She got
off the elevator and found the room, knocking once on the open door and
poking her head inside the room.

   Her step-dad looked very much like she remembered him.  A little older,
yes, but still tall and stout with a firm jaw and darkly tanned features
which gave his skin a worn but distinguished look.  He was sound asleep,
but she was happy to see that he wasn't hooked up to any IV's or beeping
machines.  She quietly stepped in to use his restroom and, when she came
out, his eyes were open, surprised to see her.

   "Oh my, Cori!" he said, sitting up in bed.  She noted that he used only
his left hand to push himself up while his right hand remained motionless
at his side.  She knew sometimes that affected the facial muscles too, but
his mouth seemed to be working fine.  "What are you doing here?"

   "I came to get you out of here!" Cori said, stepping forward to give him
a hug, pressing her big tits against his chest.

   "It's so good to see you," Norm said as Cori stepped back.  His eyes
looked her up and down, trying not to stare too long at his step-daughter's
amazing body.  "You look great."

   "Thanks," Cori said.  "You look pretty good yourself.  You sure don't
look too sick."

   "Well, I am," he said, nodding toward his right arm.  "I can hardly move
my right arm or leg."

   "I'm so sorry," Cori said, sitting on the bed, her tight shorts riding
up even further on her thigh, her cameltoe clearly outlined and just inches
from her step-father's fingers.  "How do you feel otherwise?"

   "Old," Norm frowned.  "Not being able to do anything for yourself makes
you feel old.  I feel useless."

   "You're not useless," Cori said in her bright, perky voice.  "You're
just recovering.  You're going to get better and I'm going to help."

   "Thanks, Kitten," Norm said, using his pet name for her.  It had started
when he called her CT (her middle name was Tamara), which evolved to Cat
which became Kit or Kitten.  She always called him Pap.  "I appreciate you
coming to see me, but they say I'll be here for a while."

   "How long?" Cori frowned.

   "Well, until I can take care of myself."

   "You don't have to," Cori brightened up.  "That's what I'm here for."

   "I don't think you understand, Kit," Norm said.  "I need lots of help. I
struggle to feed myself, get dressed, shower."

   "I understand," Cori said.  "I want to help you with all that.  You'll
be happier at home, won't you?"

   "Well, yeah, but I can't ask you to do all that."

   "You didn't," Cori said.  "I'm offering.  No, I'm insisting.  Now,
please, I have a cab outside.  Can we get you checked out?"

   "I don't know," Norm said.

   "I'll find out," Cori stood up and walked briskly out of the room.  Norm
found it impossible not to stare at her ass as she left.  He had always
thought she had grown into a beautiful young woman by the time she was 18
and from time to time he'd catch himself taking an extra peek at her tight
little ass or those tits which had bloomed so nicely, but he never took it
any further.  He didn't want to ogle his own step-daughter right in front
of her mother.  But things were different now, weren't they?  Her mother
was out of the picture, Cori was here and looking better than ever, a fully
grown woman.  They weren't blood relatives.  Was it really so bad for him
to be checking her out, to be turned on by her dark tan, her magnificent
curves, that incredible smile?  Well, it didn't matter, he'd never have a
chance to do anything with a babe like her anyway.  He was old and breaking
down.  But, if she was going to take care of him, at least she'd be nice to
look at.

   Cori came back a few minutes later with a doctor and nurse in tow.  The
doc was blatantly staring at Cori's ass until he caught Norm looking at
him, then pretended to look at some papers on his clipboard.

   "Doctor Morton says you can go!" Cori said, excitedly.

   "Really?"

   "Yeah," the doctor spoke up.  "You're still at risk, of course, for
another stroke, but not a substantial one.  With your medication, you
should be fine.  We'll want to see you back in my office in a week to
monitor your progress, but otherwise, we were just keeping you here to help
with your rehabilitation.  If your step-daughter is going to be around, she
can certainly help you.  The important things are to do your exercises,
rest as much as you can otherwise and keep your stress level down.  It's
just going to take time."

   The nurse gave him a release form to sign and Cori packed up his bag. 
The nurse wheeled him out to the front door and Cori pointed to the cab. 
"That's our ride right there," she said.  She and the nurse helped Norm
into the cab, then Cori ran around and got in the other side.

   "Hello, sir," the cabbie said, adjusting his mirror to get a good view
of Cori's tits.  "I hope you're feeling better.  You have a very nice
daughter.  You must be very proud."

   "I am.  Thank you." He gave him the address and slumped back in his
seat, exhausted.

   "Oh, Pap," Cori stuck out her lower lip, pouting, "I wish you felt
better.  We're going to get you home and let you get some rest."

   Cori didn't tell him anything about her trip or give him any details
about the unique nature of her job back in Georgia.  She just said she
missed her friends but loved the west coast already and couldn't wait to
see more of it.

   When they got to the house, Cori paid the nice cabbie, tipping him a
little extra after he helped take their bags in the house.  The boxes Ben
had shipped from Georgia were already there, too, and he helped move those
inside as well.

   "Well, this is it," Norm said, indicating his modest home.  He was
gripping a walker, dragging his numb right leg while Cori supported his
left arm, helping to move the walker in unison with his right hand.

   The house was smaller than Cori expected.  She knew he wasn't rich and
that the cost of living was probably high out here, though, so she didn't
give it much thought.  There was a living room/dining room combo with a
small dining table, a coffee table, a sectional couch and a recliner.  The
kitchen was small but modern and a narrow hallway led to the two bedrooms -
Norm's master suite and the small guest room where Cori would stay.  There
was a nice pool in the back and a privacy fence around the small back yard.


   "Sorry there's not much room here," Norm said, sounding ashamed of his
house as he indicated Cori's guest room.  It had only a small twin bed, a
dresser and a old computer desk with a small TV sitting on it.  There was a
half-bath next to it.  "You'll have to shower in my bathroom," Norm
explained.

   "That's fine," Cori said, ever perky.  "I love it.  This will be great.
It's a really nice place."

   "It's crappy and you know it," Norm smiled weakly, "but thanks for
pretending otherwise."

   In addition to the walker, the rehab center had provided them with a
motorized wheelchair, which Norm would probably need to get around the
house most of the time, and a cane, which he would hopefully graduate to as
his body recovered over time.  "You look tired," Cori said.  "Why don't we
put in bed and you take a nap?  I'll make some dinner and we can eat when
you wake up."

   She helped Norm to the bed and he just let his body fall over into it.
As she reached over to help move his legs, Norm was treated to an up-close
view of her tight ass, her cheeks hanging out the bottom of the shorts.  He
could just make out the pink thong that split her ass cheeks and wondered
if it had crept between her pussy lips as well or if it was hugging snugly
against them in a cute little pink pouch.  Either way, it was something he
really wanted to see.  If she had been on his left side, he might well have
gone for it, but she was on his right and he simply couldn't move his hand,
no matter how much he wanted to.  It made him frustrated, angry.

   "Fuck it all anyway," he muttered.

   "What?" Cori asked, standing and turning toward him.

   "Nothing," he frowned.

   "Come on," Cori said, sitting that pretty ass next to him.  "I know it
hasn't been easy and it must be frustrating not being able to do what you
want, but you'll get there.  It will be all right."

   "Easy for you to say.  Everything's always sunny in your little world,
isn't it?"

   Cori was taken aback.  He never snapped at her like this before.  Had
she done something to make him mad?  Did he not want her there?  Was he
taking his anger at her mother out on her?  No matter, she wasn't about to
tell him that, no, sunny was hardly how she would describe abductions and
near-rapes.  She just meekly said, "Sorry, Pap, I was just trying to cheer
you up.  If you'd rather I not be here, I can go back to Georgia.  I'm
sorry."

   "No, Kit," he said shaking his head, suddenly resenting his brashness.
"I don't want you to go.  I'm happy you're here.  I just think you'd be
better off going.  I have more problems than just my health."

   "What do you mean?"

   "Well, my truck stop was hurting before this and now..." he trailed off.
"And this house ... I'm way behind on the mortgage and the bank is getting
impatient.  Now all these medical bills ... it's just frustrating.  I've
worked hard all my life and now I have nothing to show for it but an empty
bank account and a failing body."

   "Well, you're not a failure," Cori assured him.  "You're a good man and
you're going to get back on your feet - physically and financially.  And
I'll help you.  I have a little money and I can work.  Maybe after dinner
we can look at your bills and see where I need to pitch in first."

   "I can't ask you to spend your own money on me," he shook his head.

   "I'm insisting," Cori said.  "We might not be officially family, but
other than my friends back home, you're all I've got and I'm about all you
have.  We better take care of each other.  So, forget about all that stuff
and get some rest.  I'm just going to unpack and then see what I can find
in the kitchen."

   Norm watched her walk out of the room, drawn to her ass once again.  He
tried not to think about it, but it was impossible not to.  Even in his
weakened state, his cock rose slowly to life.  He imagined stripping Cori's
clothes off and squeezing those big breasts and fingering her pussy.  He
dared to let his thoughts drift toward ways that he could take advantage of
his current situation to at least see a bit more of her amazing body and
maybe even trick her into letting him get a few touches.  The more he
thought about it, the more he liked the idea.  She was so sweet, he hated
to take advantage of her like that, but hell, he was getting older and who
knew how much longer he had left.  He deserved to have a little harmless
fun, didn't he?  It wasn't like he was going to fuck her or anything, just
have some fun.  He fell asleep with a hard-on and a smile, the first time
he'd smiled in months.

   That hard-on was still there two hours later when Cori woke him up,
gently touching his shoulder.  She had noticed the hard-on, of course, but
acted like she didn't.  Why embarrass him?  Besides, hard-ons during sleep
were normal, she knew.  "Pap, wake up," Cori smiled that sweet smile of
hers.

   He slowly opened his eyes, happy to see that she hadn't changed out of
her scandalous pink-and-white terry cloth outfit.  Her dark nipples were
pointed straight at his face.  "Hey, Kitten," he smiled, feeling his
hard-on and wondering if Cori had noticed.  He hoped so.

   "It's time to eat," Cori said.  Norm wanted to suggest she start with a
nice big piece of sausage, but pushed the thought out of his mind.  This is
like soft-core porn, he told himself.  Look a little, see what you want,
but don't go too far.  His right hand had been his sole partner since the
divorce - hell, most of the time before it, too -- and, though he had the
desire, he told himself he had no intention of breaking that string with
his step-daughter.  While she was sexy as hell, he always knew her to be a
good girl, sweet and caring to a fault.  One false step might drive her
away and he didn't want that.  He needed her help, both physically and
financially and the nice view was a definite bonus.  No doubt, he decided,
it was better to look but not touch.

   That thought was seriously challenged a few seconds later when Cori was
helping him up.  First, her left breast rubbed against his arm as she
helped him stand up.  It felt every bit as firm as it looked and he felt
her rubbery nipple scrape across his arm.  Then, as she bent to adjust his
wheelchair, her left hip brushed against his rigid cock.  The realization
of how close his cock was to paydirt at that point - just inches from two
of her very desirable cum receptacle holes - made his cock flinch.  Cori
felt it, but pretended not to notice, quickly stepping aside and helping
her poor step-dad into the chair.

   Cori walked ahead of him toward the kitchen as Norm motored behind in
his chair.  In the small house, it was a short walk from the bedroom to the
kitchen, but Norm enjoyed every step.  Cori's ass was at eye level and it's
tight, rhythmic swaying had him entranced.  He imagined her sweet pussy
lips, moist and pink, squeezed together inside that little thong.  He
licked his lips at the thought of what it might taste like.  Her mother
wasn't very sexual with him - he didn't know about the jerk she left him
for - but she did have a sweet pussy.  Cori didn't inherit much of her
personality from her mother and her tits were considerably larger, her face
much cuter, but if she had to inherit something, she could do worse than
her mom's sweet cunt.

   "Hungry, huh?" Cori interrupted his thoughts.  He was startled,
embarrassed at first, feeling he had somehow divulged his lusty fantasies.
Then he realized he was licking his lips and she had innocently assumed he
was hungry for food - not her pussy.

   "Yeah," he grinned, positioning the chair at the table and eyeing the
grilled chicken and vegetables meal Cori had prepared.  It did look good.
Her mom wasn't much of a cook, but maybe this was another area where they
differed.

   Sure enough, it was a fine meal and Norm really was hungry.  He set
aside his thoughts of tits and pussy for a few minutes and his erection
faded even though he had only to look across the table for a great view of
Cori's impressive rack.

   They talked casually, catching up a bit on the last few years and then
turned to discussing what Norm needed from Cori.  "I hate to ask," he said
truthfully, "but I do need a lot done."

   "That's why I'm here," Cori said.  "Tomorrow we can look at the bills.
What else do you need me to do?"

   "Well, if you can keep cooking, do the laundry, grocery shopping and
maybe clean a little.  I never did clean much and I'm sure the place could
use some work - vacuuming, dusting and all that.  The yard will need to be
mowed and trimmed and I'm going to need at least some help bathing and
dressing.  I hope that doesn't make you too uncomfortable."

   "Not at all," Cori assured him, even though the thought of seeing her
step-dad naked did seem weird.  She wasn't about to tell him that.  It was
hard enough for him to swallow his pride and ask for help.  She wasn't
about to make him feel like she was uncomfortable about anything.  If she
treated it like no big deal, that's what it would be.

   "Oh, and you're going to laugh," he said, "but can you take me to get a
haircut tonight?  My hair is driving me nuts!"

   "Sure," Cori laughed.  "But I can cut it for you if you like."

   "Oh, I didn't know you cut hair.  That would be fine."

   Cori quickly cleared the table and loaded the dishwasher, bending over
at the waist as she did so.  Norm felt his cock stir at the sight of her
long, tan legs, those sexy heels and those short shorts riding up on her
ass cheeks.  She was like a picture in a magazine brought to life and
placed literally in front of his eyes.

   When she was done, she put down an old sheet and placed the wheelchair
on it.  She started with the hair in the back and he was surprised to find
even the touch of her hands on his head arousing.  A few times, her heavy
tits brushed against the back of his neck and he felt her hardened nipples
poking against him.  He held his hands in his lap, covering his erection,
which sprang to life when she came around to the side and one big boob
filled his vision while she trimmed around his ears.  Moments later, he
could see nothing but terry cloth and cleavage as she stood in front of
him, both round mammaries bobbling just inches from his eyes.  He smiled to
himself at the thought of having his eyes poked out by those pointy
nipples.

   While Norm was enjoying the show, Cori was oblivious to what she was
doing to him.  She had displayed her body so openly for so long, she had
long ago lost her modesty.  It didn't occur to her that her tits were in
his face or that she might be exposing too much to him.  She was aware of
those types of things when she was trying to tease the guys where she
worked - she'd bend over certain ways, walk a certain way, etc.  and she
knew how to push their buttons.  But she was doing none of that here - at
least not intentionally.

   She finished cutting his hair and quickly cleaned up the mess.  "Would
you like a bath or shower before you go to bed?" Cori asked.

   "Yeah, I think a bath would feel good," Norm said.  "Are you sure you
don't mind?"

   "Of course not," Cori smiled.  Norm smiled too, then tried not to think
about it, quietly willing his cock to lay back down, which it reluctantly
did.

   Cori went to run the water while Norm did what he could to disrobe. 
Using his one good arm, he managed to pull his shirt off, but he was
struggling with his shorts, working them down slowly.  Cori saw his
difficulty and quickly moved in to help, tugging his shorts and underwear
down, careful not to look at his cock.  She helped him scoot out of the
chair and onto the edge of the tub and together they lowered him into the
warm water.

   Anyone watching the two of them would have laughed.  Cori was obviously
trying not to look at her step-father's penis for fear of embarrassing him
in an already awkward situation and he was trying not to look at her tits,
which were so tantalizingly close to his face, for fear of making her
uncomfortable with an erection.  Despite their virtuous efforts, it was a
losing battle.

   Cori washed his hair, pouring water over his head with a pitcher.  As
she did, the water splashed, gradually drenching her terry cloth top.  By
the time she was done, it was soaked and virtually transparent, the fabric
heavy now and slipping down her firm breasts.  Norm avoided the delicious
site at first, but chose to steal a glance when she reached up to turn on
some more hot water to warm up the bath.  He was stunned at what he saw,
her wet tits overpowering that poor little top, threatening to rip it to
shreds.  His cock lurched and it was all over.  Moments later, his cock
sprang to life.

   With the bubbles in the water and her own avoiding gaze, Cori didn't
notice the erection until she began bathing him.

   "I can probably do some of this," Norm protested, reaching for the wash
cloth.

   "Nonsense," Cori said.  "You need to relax.  Let me do this.  Remember,
the doctor said lots of rest and low stress.  You'll do your rehab
exercises to get stronger, but bathing yourself isn't one of them."

   She ran the wash cloth over his chest, then leaned him back against the
tub as she ran the cloth under the water between his legs.  She intended to
casually wipe over the area and draw as little attention to it as possible.
But she couldn't help but pause when she felt the firm shaft against her
wrist.  She consciously avoided his gaze and wrapped the cloth around his
cock, intending to clean it while acting as if all were normal.  As she
rubbed it, though, she felt it jerk in her hand and she wondered how long
it had been since he'd had sex.  He had that erection earlier when she woke
him up, too.  Maybe he needed a release.  Poor man, she thought.

   "Kitten, I'm..." Norm started to apologize, but she looked at him and
put her fingers to her lips, quieting him.

   "It's OK," she said softly.  "Let me help you.  Just relax."

   Norm told himself he shouldn't be doing this, but his cock clearly had
other ideas and, apparently, his step-daughter did as well.  Two votes to
one, he thought.  He settled back, allowing himself to gaze openly at
Cori's tits now, concentrating on those impressive orbs, trying to will the
top to fall off with his mind.

   While the top clung stubbornly, molded to her nipples, it was ample
visual stimulation when combined with the work of Cori's talented fingers.
Her dainty hands were soft but surprisingly strong and tugged with just the
right amount of force and a moderate pace.  She gazed into his eyes, but
his remained locked on her tits.  She thought he was ashamed to look at
her. That was partly true, but mostly he just wanted to see that amazing
rack.

   She discarded the wash cloth and reached under the water with her soft,
wet hands, letting the soapy water serve as a lubricant while she stroked
her step-dad's cock.  She was impressed by it, she had to admit.  It wasn't
overly large - probably about six inches, she guessed, an average size -
but it was very solid and thicker than most cocks.  She wouldn't have
expected such a solid hard-on given his age and current condition.

   The splashing water was a bit of a barrier, so Cori let a bit of the
water out of the tub until the top of his cock was protruding from the
water.  Then she resumed stroking his cock with one hand and began stroking
his balls with the other.  She used long, firm strokes that told Norm she
had either done this before or was just a natural.  Either way, it was
terrific.  Her fingers practically danced across his veiny shaft,
stimulating the head and teasing his balls.

   The whole thing took only a few minutes as Norm didn't even attempt to
stop the inevitable.  His cock erupted with the force of man half his age,
directing several long, ropey jets of thick white cum directly at his
step-daughter's chest.  The first blast landed just above her tits, quickly
leaking down her chest between her cleavage.  One by one, the remaining
globs splattered against her already soaked top as he grunted and groaned
from the sheer pleasure of release.

   Cori kept stroking, never pausing to wipe the cum off her chest or
acting like she was anxious to stop.  Norm looked at her and she responded
with a beautiful, genuine smile.  She was a giving person and she wanted to
help her step-dad.  Whether it was making him dinner, bathing him or
jacking him off, if it helped him, that made her happy.  She truly believed
it was better to give than receive and giving him such pleasure made her
day.

   "I'm so sorry, Kitten," Norm said, looking down and shaking his head
even as she milked the remaining few drops from his softening cock.

   "Don't apologize!" Cori exclaimed, acting shocked that he would even
think such a thing.  "You're a man.  It's completely natural.  Nothing to
be ashamed of at all."

   "But you're my step-daughter," he said.

   "So?" she said.  "It's not like we had sex.  Besides, we're not blood
relatives anyway.  There's nothing wrong with what we just did.  You needed
it and I'm just glad I was able to help.  How long's it been since you've
had sex?"

   "I don't know," he said, chuckling.  "Years."

   "Really?"

   "Oh yeah," he said.  "Pretty pathetic, huh?"

   "No," Cori said.  "Not at all.  You just deserve so much more than my
mom ever gave you.  I'm so sorry you had to go through all that.  Maybe
when you start feeling better, we can find you someone new."

   "Yeah, right," he said.  "I'm a little old for that."

   "Old," Cori said, playfully splashing him with water.  "You're just
getting started.  We'll find you one of those hot little beach bunnies and
we'll see how old you feel.  You'll wear her out, old man!"

   Norm couldn't believe it.  He had just lusted after his step-daughter,
cum on her tits and somehow, she managed to not only make him feeling
guilty, but actually feel better about himself.  What an amazing girl Cori
was.

   She helped him out of the tub and into some boxers to sleep in.  Now,
they neither one were as shy about touching and looking.  Norm still didn't
feel it was appropriate to make an advance on her, but he wasn't so shy
about looking at her tits or staring at her ass.  He studied the cum that
had collected in a pool atop the valley of her cleavage and noted where his
other cum blasts were beginning to stain her top.  He couldn't believe she
was so oblivious to the sticky substance on her.  Most women would have
frantically washed it off, then thrown the top in the washer, cursing that
he had ruined it.

   "Hard body," he said, noting the words on the back of her shorts.  "Do
they sell clothing at that shop you work at?"

   "No," Cori smiled.  "One of the guys bought me this outfit as a gift.  I
probably shouldn't be wearing this.  It's a little revealing.  It's my
fault you got all excited.  I'm so sorry.  I'm going to buy some new
clothes as soon as I get a chance."

   "No, no," Norm said a little too quickly.  "It's not your fault at all.
I love this outfit.  You look so cute.  Don't waste your money on new
clothes.  Sorry to say, but we'll probably need it for something else.  I'm
sure whatever you brought with you will be fine."

   "I don't know," Cori said, suddenly feeling like opening up to him.  "I
have some pretty, um, revealing stuff.  It's just that, well, the guys at
the shop liked it.  It seemed like it was good for business and morale and
I really didn't mind.  Most of the guys appreciated it and were, you know,
nice about it."

   Norm was angry at first.  A bunch of men ogling and taking advantage of
his sweet step-daughter pissed him off.  Not that he could blame them,
though.  They certainly had good taste.

   Sensing his anger, Cori soothed him, "It was my decision, Pap.  They
never forced me to do anything I didn't want to.  It was a little awkward
at first, but once I got used to it, it was fun.  They were real gentlemen,
Pap, I swear."

   "Are you sure, Kitten?"

   "Yes," she smiled.

   "What kind of things did they make you wear?"

   Cori proceeded to tell him how they had a schedule for her and every day
was a different outfit - mini-dress Mondays, tube-top Tuesdays, etc.

   "And they paid for all this?"

   "Every penny," Cori smiled.  "So, the good news is I have plenty of
clothes.  The bad news is, I don't have hardly anything that would be
considered normal attire.  I don't want to make you uncomfortable or
embarrass you in front of your friends, so let me just take $50 and I'll go
to a thrift store and get some sweats and t-shirts and stuff like that.  It
won't cost much at all."

   Norm hadn't thought about his friends reaction to Cori.  The thought of
parading her around in front of other people should have made him sick, but
instead it was making him horny all over again.  He absolutely had to make
her wear her keep wearing skimpy clothes for him.

   "No, Kitten," he protested.  "You don't have to apologize for anything.
You wear what you want, I don't care what anyone else thinks."

   "Are you sure, Pap?"

   "Absolutely," he said.

   "Thanks, Pap," she said.  "Look, I know it's early for you, but I'm
still getting used to the time change and I'm exhausted.  Do you mind if I
go to bed?"

   "Not at all," he said.  "If you would, just help me get into bed and
give me the remote control for my TV.  I'll be fine."

   Cori helped him in bed, then kissed him gently on the cheek.  Once
again, he watched her ass sway as she walked out of the room.

   Cori was exhausted and went right to bed.  She didn't bother to try to
find anything to sleep in - she simply shucked off her clothes and climbed
nude under the covers.  She thought about her step-dad.  She worried about
his health and his finances.  She felt sad for him and wondered how long it
had been since he'd had sex.  He'd certainly been aroused by her earlier.
She'd have to be more careful.  He said she could wear what she wanted, but
maybe it would be better if she stuck to her original plan to be less
exposed.  It was clear now that she was going to be here and she wanted to
make sure things didn't get awkward.  He was a sweet man who didn't deserve
any undue stress.

   For his part, Norm was feeling anything but stressed.  Cori's arrival
had given him a new lease on life, at least for one day.  She had jacked
him off and man, did she look good doing it.  He couldn't wait to see her
again.  He didn't dare to imagine further sexual encounters with her, but
just found himself looking forward to tomorrow for the first time in a long
time.  In his sleep, his inhibitions faded and he dreamt about various
sexual couplings with his gorgeous step-daughter.