Next Door Daddy

by Amy Brent

  “Good morning,” I greeted her softly as she blinked and looked up at me. She was wearing green, and it made her skin glow even as she yawned. I wasn’t stupid and knew what else could cause that kind of glow, but Amy had the right to be with anyone that she wanted to now.

  “Good morning,” she responded with a soft smile, almost apologetic. “Did you have a relaxing day off?” I noticed the flush cover her cheeks as she spoke and nodded.

  “It was unusual for me, but yes,” I felt myself harden at the memory of Cherie’s voice as I grinned and she smiled wider. “I suppose we’ll be making up for it today. Want to get some coffee?”

  Amy laughed and nodded as she stood, revealing the dress that she wore with heels, making her look downright edible. I looked back over the week and hoped that she’d be quick to get over as well as fall for, following her as I tried not to notice her hips rocking back and forth, displaying the ass that was in my memory from last night.

  We made our individual cups, and she joined me for a rundown of what needed to be done for the day. Amy was professional today though always kind and I appreciated that she wasn’t the kind of woman to act bitchy after the type of conversation that we’d had. This might work out well, given some time. I couldn’t help but think about Cherie at some point during the day, and I took a moment to dial her number, disappointed when I reached her voice mail. I laughed, knowing that I couldn’t act anything out in here anyway and set the phone down without leaving a message. I’d call her later, but still, I wondered what she was doing right now. Did she have another job? I knew little about Cherie though I didn’t know how much she wanted to reveal about herself. She was a phone sex operator after all, though she seemed like much more to me. I still had feelings for Amy that overwhelmed me, but they had to be pushed back. I had to respect her wishes.

  I left for lunch, leaving Amy at her desk as I reminded her to take her own. She smiled at me and glanced down at a phone screen that looked like a different one than her company phone. Of course, she has a personal phone. Who wouldn’t? I was lucky to know one of her numbers, and I’d never push for two. I ended up going to a deli with one of the managers from New York, who made everything worse as he chatted about Amy and how great she seemed. I nodded in silent agreement before changing the conversation to the company and prospects for the upcoming year. We ended the lunch on a good note, and I went back to work feeling good about at least one thing in my life.

  Amy was gone, making me assume that she went to lunch after I did. I went back into my office and started to return some emails, jotting down meetings that had to be scheduled and restaurants that I preferred. Amy was learning quickly, but she was still adjusting to fine dining in Los Angeles. I longed to show her more but that was finished, apart from any business-related meals. I assumed that Cherie was as well, making me hope that I might meet someone to date sometime soon. I was tired of just fucking at this point. I wanted something real for a change.

  I left for the night, walking out with Amy as she seemed to rush. “Plans tonight?” I asked curiously as she blushed.

  “Not really, no. I don’t know why I’m jumpy.” Amy was clearly covering something up, and I felt a little disappointed that she already seemed to find someone new. I knew that she was never mine, to begin with, and I thought about my own evening. I hoped to talk with Cherie, though friends were nagging me to hang out with them. I was well-known as a workaholic, and they reminded me often that going out was a good idea, and not just to find a warm body for the night. I promised my friend Jason that I’d meet him at a bar tomorrow night, claiming that work was busy today.

  Lies, all lies.

  I grabbed a burger for dinner, vowing to start cooking again as I walked into my house. I changed into workout shorts and sat down on the couch to eat as I caught up on a hockey game. I had the windows wide open, getting the noise of the cars and people down on the streets as I wondered if Cherie was available tonight.

  It turned out she was and answered the phone on the first ring. She sounded anxious, and I teased her about missing me as she giggled sexily on the other end of the line. I asked her how her day was and she told me good before asking me about mine. All she knew was that I worked at an office and I’d downplayed my position as just a supervisor. I told her that it went smoothly and she asked about the woman that I worked with and how that went. I told her that it was over and she asked if I was all right with that again.

  Somehow, the conversation turned around to my marriage and the affair with my stepdaughter, something that shocked Cherie. She didn’t seem to judge me and instead, asked how hot it was to be fucking two women at once. She went as far as to ask if there was ever a threesome, which prompted me to admit that I did have one with my son and stepdaughter, who were together now. That stunned her even more, but it seemed to stir up her desire, and she was soon coming over the phone for me. I loved the sound and reached down my shorts to jerk myself off as I listened, groaning as my release edged closer quickly. I’d been wanting this all fucking day, and I moaned her name as I shot inside of my clothes, assuring her that it was all for her. It was heading there, and she giggled slowly as I closed my eyes.

  I’d admitted that I never called anyone before like this and she asked me in the slow, post-orgasm voice how I liked it so far. I told her that I’d love to have her in my bed and fuck her senseless as she let out a low moan. I also assured her that she was hot as hell and turned me on every time that we spoke, both physically and mentally.

  The days progressed with lots of conversation and growing sexual encounters. I got Cherie to admit that she had a few toys and convinced her to use some on herself, using the speaker phone so I could hear every vibration and moan as they occurred.

  I noticed as the next few weeks passed that Amy looked flushed and a little tired. She must be staying up late as I was and I was mildly jealous of the man that had her time. We were both cheerful, though, and I knew that I was riding the high that was Cherie and she must be doing the same. We made a great team at work, and the attraction was fading, though still there. We just didn’t acknowledge it and went about our business, making me realize that I couldn’t have a better assistant. I wouldn’t trade her for the world, no matter how things turned out.

  CHAPTER 7

  Amy

  It was hard not to notice that Brett seemed happier at work as the weeks passed. I hadn’t ordered nor seen any escorts coming through the doors, so maybe he was done with that aspect of his life. Maybe he was hiding it from me rather than flaunting it, something that had been far more successful for him than I would ever admit.

  There were days that I was happier more than jealous of whoever was making him happy. I knew that I was caught up in the client that I knew as Phil, who I spoke to regularly. I had the same regulars, but he was on the longest with me. Phil had a story to tell and a lot of things that he was getting over, things that should bother me but they only made me want him more. I knew that we took it further with every conversation and I revealed all my darkest fantasies to him as we gave in to our lust and found new ways to make one another come. It was getting dirtier by the week, and I was addicted before I was willing to admit it.

  I was also falling for Phil, something that seemed impossible in my field. It also felt impossible given my feelings for Brett at one point, and it scared me that I was moving past them. It made me sad that he seemed to be moving past his feelings for me as well but that was that way it should be, wasn’t it?

  I started to look forward to the evenings and my talks with Phil. I knew that he was monopolizing my time and my business but either way, I got paid and he was supporting me well now. He didn’t seem to have any financial worries at all, causing me to wonder if he was one of those rich men that liked to use phone sex operators and escorts since Phil admitted to using them from time to time. That was another incredible turn on for me since it reminded me of the day in the office. I would never tell anyone about that, but I did say that I came
home and used things during the day for selfish reasons a lot. I told Phil that it was him a lot of the time as I did all the clients, though I meant it with him.

  I realized that I meant every word as the days passed. I was breaking one of the rules in my line of work and personalizing it. I was beginning to care for one of my clients, and while we’d barely mentioned taking it further, I knew that it was on my mind. I knew that it was something I was considering, but then what? Was I supposed to just stop working or would he be okay with me being the source of pleasure for other men as well?

  I wasn’t close with any of the other operators since we worked from home. I didn’t even know any of them to ask if they’d ever met a client in person before, but it must happen sometimes. Strippers got together with guys they met at work and more than likely, hookers as well. It was a natural progress of things, but it could change everything for me. Brett paid me generously, and I was appreciative of that, though it wasn’t enough to pay off my loans and my bills. I didn’t want to move into another apartment or change my life since it was comfortable right now. I was happy, and I’d never ask Phil to support me, should he end up being wealthy. I was too independent for that, as well as having pride in the face that I could take care of myself. I wasn’t ready to need someone that much, but Phil was edging around the subject of meeting, and I was beginning to crave.

  The holidays were approaching, and I glanced at my computer at work one day to see that it was November, stunned with how quickly time passed. I didn’t feel like I did anything but work and talk on the phone, or work if I looked at it another way. It just didn’t feel that way, other than the fact that I was paying down my loans faster than I’d imagined possible.

  With that, I considered stepping back from Phil for a time. I was getting too involved, bordering on obsessed and I needed to regain control of my life. I kept it separate for a long time and missed that time in my life. I was despondent over the idea, but I chose to leave my phone off after work for a full week. I might lose clients as a result, but I needed to regain the life that I had previously, one that wasn’t complicated.

  I slept less than before, and I was edgy to boot, making me irritable at work and everywhere else. I could tell that Brett recognized it by the way that he asked if everything was okay with me, showing a lot of concern. I happened to notice that he seemed on edge as well, finding him on his cell more than usual when I walked into his office. He was never talking, just ending whatever call he was on as anger crossed his face. “Are you okay?” I asked as he seemed to be lost in thought for a long moment.

  “Yes, I’m just trying to reach a friend. Something important has come up.” Brett looked at me, and I noticed the pale tone to his skin as if he hadn’t slept well lately. We were two peas in a pod, a saying that reminded me of my grandmother as I smiled wistfully. She’d passed when I was just seventeen and not living in Tennessee anymore, and I missed her. “What’s that pretty smile for?”

  “I was just thinking of my Gram,” I replied as I shrugged. “I miss her.”

  “Is she back home?” Brett asked as I pressed my glossed lips together.

  “She died a few years ago. It was after we moved so I’d been seeing her a lot less than before. She got cancer, and that was that,” I replied as he stood and walked over to me, giving me a hesitant look before pulling me close for a hug.

  “I’m sorry, Amy.” His voice was sincere and brimming with concern as I smiled and wrapped my arms around his waist. Brett smelled amazing, and I’d always appreciate his masculinity, and there was a small part of me that longed to take back my previous decision just for one night. I didn’t have the same volatile orgasms without Phil’s sexy voice to urge me on, and I was starting to go through withdrawals. “Is that all that’s bothering you? You’ve seemed stressed out lately.”

  “I…I’m fine,” I told him in a shaky voice as I pulled him closer. “Just dealing with something.” I was tempted to ask him out to dinner or drinks this evening, ending the night in someone’s bed so I could get taken the way that I longed to, but he was still my boss…and I was still dealing with my feelings for Phil, whether or not they made sense. I wasn’t the type to use one man when I wanted another, at least not that I knew of. Talking about my fantasies was one thing, but to act on them was another. It wouldn’t be right to do to my boss, someone that I saw every day and at one time had feelings for me. I pulled away abruptly and took a deep breath as I looked into his apprehensive face. “I’ll bounce back.”

  “I hope so,” he told me as he ran a hand through his hair. His office phone rang, and Brett stepped forward to answer it as I started for the door. “Amy?” I turned and glanced at him. “Daniel will be in town tomorrow and wants to have lunch with us. Are you free?”

  “Absolutely,” I replied with a smile. I’d kept in touch with both men and looked forward to seeing them anytime that I could. Between them and Brett, I was always reminded that I was doing a good job at work and had a future in this line of work. I left the office and pulled the door closed to go back to my desk and stare at the locked drawer where my personal and client phones were in my purse. I glanced around and unlocked the drawer to pull the latter out and power it on. I was curious and had to see if he called me if he missed me like I did him. I was staring at the screen as missed calls and texts came through one after another. There were calls from Robert as well as a few other regulars, but most of them were from Phil. There were also a few texts, and I sighed as I read the many times he asked if I was okay. He said that he missed me. I was reading them over and over when someone said my name, causing me to jump and drop the phone on the floor.

  “Amy?” Brett asked as he stepped closer. I was shaking, and I pressed my hands to my forehead as I breathed in deeply.

  “Sorry. You scared me,” I explained as I forced a smile on my face.

  “I’ll say. Is anything wrong?” He asked again, and I shook my head quickly.

  “No, I was just reading some…messages. Back to work,” I claimed as he stared at me and shook his head. I picked up my phone as he walked back into his office and glanced down again. Something flashed across the screen, and I saw Phil’s name as the phone rang, set to silent as it always was when I wasn’t working. I usually didn’t even carry it with me, but I was becoming a pathetic human being these days. I didn’t answer since there was no way I could talk the way that we both liked here, instead choosing to power it down and shoving it back into my purse. Maybe I’d turn it on later.

  I finished a report for him with some music playing from my computer speakers as I hummed along to the words, taking messages from my mother on my personal phone about the holidays. We spent them together at her house near me, since Mom loved to cook. She had a new boyfriend for me to meet as well and seemed excited about it as she told me about Ken. She had been mostly single since Dad left when I was only ten years old, only dating here and there. I was happy to meet the man that seemed to mean so much to her.

  I finished the report and gave it a thorough read before I ran it through my trusty program that double checked my work. It looked great, and I sent it along to Brett as I leaned back and took a deep breath.

  I needed coffee…again.

  I stood to go and make some after a quick glance around that I wasn’t needed. The break room had a couple of people in it, and I smiled as I greeted them, stepping up to one of the machines to make my cup.

  CHAPTER 8

  Brett

  Where the fuck was Cherie? I hadn’t been able to reach her for a few days, making me wonder what I did wrong. Did I offend her? Was I too pushy? I called her again, and instead of ringing at all as it had before, it went right to voice mail. It must have been on for a moment but why? I set my cell phone down and leaned back in my chair.

  Amy was acting odd as well, staring at the phone that way at her desk. Was her new man sending her texts? I felt slightly jealous of him though more concerned about Cherie than anything else. I was going out with frie
nds tonight, finally, so I’d call when I got home after a few drinks. Maybe she’d be available to me then.

  I threw myself into a report and entered the data as I listened to the news over my speakers, frowning at some of the reports on stocks. I had several investments and was always considering how they were doing, even though I made plenty of money. That’s how a smart man kept his money, and I was always looking for a profit on an investment. Hell, at this rate I needed the earnings to pay my phone bill. Cherie wasn’t cheap, but she was worth every penny. I’d keep her voice in my ear every moment if I could, and looked around for some coffee as I yawned.

  I didn’t sleep talking to her, or not talking to her. I was damned if I did as well as if I didn’t. Maybe some drinks and laughter with my buddies would be good for me. I stood and left to make some coffee, well-aware of the fact that I was drinking too much these days. I missed the high that was Cherie, and I idly wondered if I should suggest meeting in person, given that we were both local. There was a chance that we wouldn’t click in person, but I highly doubted it would be the case.

  I walked to the break room, looking forward as I lost myself in my thoughts. Making it was automatic at this point in my life and I didn’t need to think about it at all, at least until I heard a female’s voice say my name. I turned my head with a frown, annoyed that I was interrupted and saw Lisa. She was an assistant to one of my top managers and a hookup at one point when I first moved back to the city. Lisa was a beautiful blonde woman that offered a good time back in the day, though she was the reason I didn’t repeat that mistake. “Hi, Brett. How are you?” Her voice was low and sultry, even though it wasn’t going to work on me.

  “Doing well. How are you?” I kept my tone light and looked back at my coffee, since I was familiar with how aggressive she could become when she thought that a man was interested in her.