As her aunt stood up, she wore a broad smile that was nothing like the leering smirk Jenny had been prepared to see on some sleezy guy's face. Rae quickly circled her desk, her signature long blond ponytail bouncing along behind her, and glommed onto Jenny with a happy bearhug.
"Long time no see, baby girl," Rae declared when she released her. She was still grinning.
It had only been about a week, but Jenny didn't say so. "Um... Rae? You're the owner?"
Rae gave a brief giggle and nodded. She put her hands on Jenny's shoulders and moved back to look her up and down. "Wow. You're hawt like that, kiddo. You know, you've really grown these past couple years. Are those things still getting bigger?"
Her aunt gave the 'things' she was referring to a playful grope, then began studying her with a more professional eye.
Jenny hadn't seen much of her aunt since Gramps had died, but the woman still seemed more like her older sister than her father's generation, even though she had a daughter Tammy's age. Part of the reason was her bright smile and energy, but recently Jenny had finally learned that the rest of the reason.
By normal standards, Aunt Rae was too young to have a teenage daughter. Jenny had always known Rae had never married and Emily didn't have a father. But the previous weekend, after Em's sixteenth birthday party, Rae had finally told her daughter and nieces that even now she still hadn't reached thirty years old. She'd only barely turned thirteen when she got pregnant.
While her aunt turned Jenny this way and that, alternating between checking her out directly and studying her reflection in a full-length mirror that covered the inside surface of the door, Jenny asked, "Rae, how did you end up owning a place like this?"
"Inherited it," Rae told her, resuming the grin. "My brother got the investment business, and I got the titty bar. Seems kinda lopsided?"
"Um... I guess." Jenny was now struggling with the idea that Gramps had owned a strip club.
She tipped her head back and laughed. "Actually, Joe and I co-own both businesses. but it just makes more sense for me to manage this one and Joe to run the other."
"Why does that make..."
"Work experience," Rae stated before she could finish, with a finger on Jenny's lips. "Your father had been working with Dad on real estate investing since high school. I didn't go to high school, but I've been stripping here since two years before I was old enough. I don't hire underage girls, but Dad couldn't care less how old they were. All he cared about was if they had the looks, the tits and the ass to work a table. Which I did."
That claim really didn't fit Jenny's image of Gramps. It looked like Rae saw that in her eyes, because she added. "Joe and I inherited Dad's other business too, but we turned it over to one of his long-time employees."
"What other business?"
"Gramps was running prostitutes long before he got into clubs or real estate. He had too much pride to dress like one, but he was a pimp."
Jenny busted out laughing herself. "Omigod. No.. way..."
But Rae was suddenly dead serious. "Yes way, baby girl. After Emily was born, he gave me a choice. I could work for him, or I could take my baby and get out. It wasn't as mean as it sounds; he really wanted me to stay, but I needed to earn a living for my daughter. So he told me, 'You've proven you're a whore anyway. You might as well get paid for it.' Dad could be pretty blunt."
That sounded like an awful thing to say to your own child, and Jenny knew her reaction showed from her aunt's expression.
Rae's lips pooched for a moment, then she said. "Don't feel sorry for me, girl. Pregnant in middle school and I didn't even know who Em's father was? Think about that. Dad was totally right about me. So I worked for him, I loved doing it, and I'd still be turning tricks on the side if your father hadn't made me stop after Dad died."
Meaning she had still doing it until less than two years ago. Jenny shook her head with wonder.
Her aunt's hands slipped down to circle Jenny's waist. "But we need to talk about you now. And about the fact that everyone in the club assumes the two of us are fucking like bunnies right now. It's kind of a club tradition. I've made love to every female employee here on her first day. Some of the better-looking guys too. So now I have to decide whether or not to fuck my own neice."
As she said that, Jenny became very aware of how tightly her aunt was holding her. And how seductive her voice and manners had suddenly become.
Rae didn't give her a chance to reply. She closed in and covered Jenny's mouth with a very un-aunt-like kiss that had Jenny gasping for air by the time it ended.
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