My Daughter’s Phone (pt 4)
Introduction:
Read the first 3 parts
Sorry it has been awhile since I posted a story.
Driving into work with Joe my phone is chirping in my pocket.
“Do you have a new g/f?” Joe asks “Your phone hasn’t stopped since you picked me up”
“No it’s probably my daughter. She’s home sick today” I reply.
“Must be nice I wish I could afford to take a sick day. Or even be back in high school with all those tight skirts” he says through a grin.
“I don’t think I could handle walking around with a chub all day like I used to in high school” I tell him.
‘True” he laughs.
My phone chirps again as we enter the parking lot.
Sitting in the lunch room before my shift starts I look at my phone and see a dozen messages from or too my daughter. I also see where she is on tumblr.com. On a sub directory called nastyleopardgirl. I have my own tumblr account so I sign in and look for that page. I am impressed. The pics are all mirror selfies. These girls are in all forms of dress. Some in clothes, some in their bra and panties. Some wearing nothing but a smile. I close my account and get ready to punch in. My phone vibrates again so of course I open it one last time. I see where she has posted a picture to tumblr. I reopen my account and there she is… With her night shirt pulled over her head and her naked body on display. You wouldn’t be able to tell it was her, but I can see the message I wrote on the mirror the happy face with ‘I love you’ beside it. She is the perfect teenager. I would have chased her through school all year if I was her age. But I am her father. I tell myself as I once again close the file and leave my phone in my locker. I’m sure it would be chirping all night.
The night flys by. We are busy at work and that makes it easy to forget about my daughter and her picture posting. It’s 8:30 so we stop for lunch. I am looking forward to retrieving my phone from my locker. It must have been busy because I only have 45% percent of my power remaining.
I see where Kelly has told Amy that she posted a picture and has asked her to have a look. The texts are as follows,
Amy: You did what?
Kelly: I posted a naked picture on tumblr.
Amy: really? Who’s account did you use and where did you post it
Kelly: I just used my account, and I posted it on nastyleopardgirls
Amy: well you are a sexy pussy…cat LOL
Amy: OMG thats you with your nightshirt pulled over your head isn’t it???
Kelly: YES. Do you like it?
Amy: I’m glad to have had my hands on those titties girl. You look fn hot
Kelly: (blushing) thanks cutie pie. Why don’t you post one?
Amy: have you heard back from Mr.Trainer tonight?
Kelly: No I haven’t. Don’t worry though he WILL reply. He loved your ass
Amy: Look at my picture.
Kelly: I haven’t stopped looking at those pics.
Amy: No on tumblr!!!
Kelly: You look amazing from behind Amy. Maybe we can take some of each other when I get better. Your next pictures should be naked though
Amy: Maybe. I’ve got to study for our upcoming exams. It will be hard to concentrate though.
Kelly:Well for incentive I promise to go down on you for half an hour if you pass math.
Amy: Wow. I’m studying for sure now. Have a great night my pussy eater.
Kelly: slurp, slurp. Night
Oh my. How can I be expected to eat my lunch with my mind racing like it is. I log onto my tumblr account and I have to scroll down a few posts before I see Amy. She is standing with her ass to her small mirror. I figure she is in her bedroom. She has on a pair of colourful spandex pants and no top. You cannot see her face as she is looking at her camera which is just above her shoulder. I am almost drooling as Joe sits down across from me.
“Hey whats up? He inquires. “Still glued to your phone eh? Did you see the job postings they have available? I think they just put some new ones up.”
“NO I haven’t” I answer him, as I put my phone away. “What are they looking for?”
“Well it seems the big wigs are looking for a summer secretary” he tells me. “Only part time, but it might be an opportunity”
“Nah I can’t type fast enough” I tell him
“Not for you dumb ass. For Kelly”
All of a sudden the skies cleared and I knew that if Kelly got this job she wouldn’t be home alone all summer. She’d have a decent paying job and no time to run around with boys.
“Hey fuck that’s a great idea. Thanks Joe. I was worried about her having nothing to do this summer. Excuse me while I go look at the postings board.”
I run to the board and sure enough they are looking for someone to be Mr Mint’s secretary over the summer while his regular secretary is off for the summer with her kids. I take a picture of the posting information and requirements. It might as well have said ‘Kelly this job is yours’
I figure she is sitting at home sick, but I send her the a text telling her about the available position, and to get her resume made up. She responds before I can sit down and finish my lunch.
Kelly: Oh Dad thats amazing. My resume will be sitting on the table when you get home. Thank you so much.
I reply with a ‘you are welcome, but it was Joe that noticed the posting’
Kelly: well I would ask you to hug him but that might not look good in front of the rest of the guys. LOL I love you
I love you to sweety. How are you feeling?
Kelly: I am stuffed up and chilly.
Sorry I respond. Take your vitamin C and I may see you when I get home. I have to eat and get back to work.
“well?” Joe questions as I take my seat
“She is excited as a sick girl can be, and she told me to hug you” I tell him.
“OK well I’ll take a hearty hand shake instead, and tell her she’s welcome” he laughs
My phone is vibrating in my pocket as I know Kelly is texting her friends about the opportunity.
I chat back and forth with Joe and as our lunch break ends we head back to the floor.
Before I leave work that night I put a note on Mr. Mint’s door telling him I will drop of my daughter’s resume in the morning.
Arriving home I find her resume in a duo tang sitting on the table. Glancing through it I see where she has the majority of the skills required. “How perfect is this” I exclaim as I walk to Kelly’s room to check on her. She is lying in her bed sound asleep with her covers pulled up to her chin.
“great job with the resume” I whisper as I close her door.
I then proceed to walk to the shower. Turning on the shower I remember her picture she posted and I can see her standing in the mirror with her shirt pulled over her head. As the hot water steams the mirror I see where she has written ‘I love you to Daddy’ and crossed out her sad face from the day before. Smiling I get into the shower.
As much as I want to look at my computer and see what the card reader has picked up on a bigger screen than my phone I am just too whipped. I head to bed .
