"Fine, fine. Bottoms up," Jack said, then threw back his mug and drained his beer.
"Excellent. First the father let's me in the house, then I seduce the daughter," Carl flashed a toothy grin. "Relax! Don't give me that look. I'll let you watch." Carl finished his beer then went back to laughing at his own joke.
Jack let a picture of Carl slamming into his daughter form in his mind. The thought excited, yet disgusted him, and he cleared his thoughts.
The men made it to the car, and then back to the office, in only a few short minutes. Jack yelled after Carl as he exited the vehicle, "Just beer Carl, I don't touch the hard stuff anymore."
"OK Sally," Carl yelled back over his shoulder.
Jack made his way across town and to the Mall. Both girls were sitting out front with several small shopping bags as he pulled up. Emily pulled open the passenger side door and slid in. "Kim had shotgun on the way here."
"Hello, good to see you too," Jack said mockingly, "Carl is going to stop by and have a few drinks. I figured you two would be busy so you won't mind if I have company too."
"Is he hot?" Kim asked, half kidding.
Before he could think about it, Jack responded, "He's good looking, yeah. He's also a total douche bag, yet handsome enough, for an older fellow."
"Oh gross, don't encourage her, Daddy," Emily groaned.
The girls buckled up and Jack headed for home. They had hardly made it inside when Carl arrived. The girl's had run off to store the clothes they bought, so Jack and Carl had the kitchen to themselves.
"Well I tried my best, but lo and behold, they were all out of beer," Carl joked as he brandished a bottle of scotch.
"I don't know why I put up with you," Jack mumbled as he got down two glasses. He took the bottle from Carl and poured a fair amount in each glass.
"Because I let you take over the Jenson account. Not to mention that time that stripper blew you in the parking lot. I'm pretty sure I paid for the lap dance she was supposed to give you," Carl said as he took a glass from Jack.
"Shhh," Jack said, though he couldn't help but smile, "My daughter doesn't need to know that. Besides, it was my birthday. She gave me the lap dance you bought, then blew me for free."
Then men laughed and sipped their scotch. It wasn't the most expensive kind Jack had enjoyed, but he had to admit it was much better than beer. He lead Carl into the living room and they sat down. Jack made himself comfortable in the recliner, but didn't recline. Carl sat wide legged in the middle of the couch. They joked a bit about the strip club and some of their earlier adventures. Then they both complained a little about work.
As they finished their drinks, the girl's came out into the living room. "Hey, I'm Carl," Carl said, leaning forward to extend his hand to Emily. "You must be Jack's daughter, you look just like your mother. Must be the hair," Carl said as Emily lamely shook his hand.
"Yeah, I get that a lot. Oh this is Kim," Emily said, still holding onto Carl's hand.
"Hi," Kim meekly said.
Carl let go of Emily's hand then briefly shook Kim's. "Pleasure to meet you both."
Jack was pleasantly surprised that Carl wasn't drooling or doing anything else obnoxious around his daughter.
Carl waved his glass at Jack and cleared his throat.
"Oh, forgot my manners it seems. Honey, be a doll and fill our glasses would you? Since you're already up."
Kim nudged Emily with her elbow. Jack almost hadn't noticed it. The drink had him feeling warm and comfortable. He hadn't been so relaxed in a long time.
"Daddy," Emily said, and Jack knew she was about to ask for something. "What are you guys drinking?"
Jack had thought that his daughter was about to lecture him. She knew that he didn't really drink anything other than beer. "It's just scotch. It's not like whiskey or anything, it'll be OK-" Jack started to defend himself from the upcoming lecture, but his daughter cut him off.
"Can we try some?" Emily asked staring at him. Jack hadn't been expecting that. It must have been why Kim hit her with her arm. They had been plotting to get him to let them drink.
Jack was so relieved that his daughter wasn't disappointed that he answered before he could think about it. "If you fill our glasses, you can have a sip."
Emily gathered up both glasses and the girls bounded off to the kitchen. Jack stared at both their asses as they left. The drink had him getting hornier than he had been earlier that day, only now there wasn't any of the guilt.
Except now he wasn't alone. He quickly turned to Carl. Carl had that damned grin that he always wore. "Oh yeah buddy," Carl whispered, "I caught you looking. Can't say that I blame you. I mean damn. Both of them."
Jack watched as his coworker turned back to watching the girls. He was feeling good enough that he didn't bother to deny it this time. "Yeah, you caught me," was all he said, quietly.
The girls came back with two full glasses. Kim carefully handed one to Carl, as Emily gave one to her father.
"Jesus girls, you trying to get us drunk?" Jack asked as he eyed his full glass.
"Maybe," Kim said playfully.
"You said we could have some, so we filled them up," Emily said.
"I meant like a sip," Jack responded. He sipped a little from the glass to prevent spills and gently handed it back to Emily. Emily slurped a mouthful from the full glass and scrunched up her face.
"Oh nasty," Emily said.
Jack watched as Carl took a swig from his glass and handed to Kim.
"Guess I get to share with you," Carl said as Kim took a liberal sip.
Jack noticed that as Carl was seated and Kim was standing he was eye level with her tits. Carl was unashamedly staring. Kim's erect nipples were straining against her tank top and Carl was quick to notice.
Kim took another small sip and handed Carl's glass back. Carl was graceful enough to move his eyes from her tits to her face, but Jack noticed they had taken on an almost predator demeanor. Jack had seen this before in college when the frat boys used to ply the girls with alcohol.
"Not bad, really. Might actually be good if you mix it with ginger ale or something," Kim said licking her lips.
"That might work. Daddy can we add some ginger ale?" Emily asked as gave her best puppy dog eyes to her father.
Jack laughed, "There's no room in the glass for ginger ale!"
Carl added, "That's a fine way to ruin a perfectly good scotch."
Emily put her hands on her hips, "Then you have that one and we'll get our own glasses."
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