So I owed her. I had used the spare key she had given me and let myself into her room which was similar to mine but a slightly different layout. As I ...pened the door I could hear she was in the shower so I watched her for a few moments as she soaped her petite body. 5’3’’, straight dark shoulder length hair, 32 c cup breats, slim waist, tight little ass, athletic legs, and pussy shaved completely smooth, save for a little triangle. Gorgeous. She spotted me, and beckoned me to join her. We. "Susan get up, I know you are not asleep! " I roared."Jesus Christ dad, when are you gonna stop being a Nazi, shit! Get a life!"I was stunned to hear the contempt in my little girl's voice. We used to be so close. She was my Buttercup Angel. The tears welled up in my eyes, but there was rage too. She was defying me, to my face! Susan was ruining her life and I had to get control again.Fast.I yanked her out of the bed, she was just wearing a nightie and panties-no bra. I could see them, I could. It seemed like forever since she'd seen him, held him, smelt him. She could hardly contain her excitement, skipping to her room to check her preparations for tonight.Oh, tonight. Only a few hours away, and such a night it would be. It would be special, it would be memorable, it would be perfection.With a happy smile and a light heart, Melissa headed out the door to spend another day bored out of her skull in a dead end job, but today even that seemed like a wonderful idea.She was busy for most. A little straw cowboy hat and boots rounded out the outfit. The bar life was crazy. The Shooter Bitches job was to sell beer and go around giving out shots. On numerous occasions she would get manhandled and groped and sprayed with beer. The majority of the people at the bar were guys and the bouncers had to keep an eye on the poor girls or they would be groped and fondled to death. Sierra told stories of drunken guys especially around the end of the night pinning her against the walls and.