During her first week of work, Santana had still been angry from the weekend, about her dad and Genevieve. She didn’t have to be at the office before 8:00, and the folks in sales and sales support didn’t start trickling in until 8:30. But she hadn’t wanted to face her father, equal parts afraid she’d say something horrible to him out of her jealousy, and fear that he’d know that she was indeed jealous. So to avoid him, she’d been leaving her house early and getting to the office just after 7:30. She realized it made her look like a suck-up, but she was new and there was nothing wrong with the boss seeing you there early. But that was then.

She felt like she was floating as she came into the office at 8:45 on Friday. She’d spent the night in bed with her father. She could almost still feel his mouth sucking and licking her gushing pussy.  The dull ache between her thighs reminded her of her recent virginal status, and she could not be happier about who she’d given her virginity to. Darius was the best lover she could have ever imagined. She didn’t understand how Genevieve could experience Darius’ touch and then cast him aside. 

Oh well, she thought. That’s what daughters are for. She had him now, and she planned on never letting go. She could barely keep the smile off her face as she remembered how good it felt for him to finally touch her, hold her in his arms like a woman and not just his little girl. How incredibly fulfilled she felt as she held him inside her, where no daughter is supposed to hold her father. Just that morning while she was trying to get dressed for work, Darius had pushed her back on the bed and dove between her legs, and quickly licked and sucked her to a breathless orgasm.

“Just something to tide you over while you’re at work, sweetie,” he’d said, grinning with a wet face full of her latest girl-cum. As she thought about how silly, and how sweet he looked, she almost giggled spontaneously.

“Oohh! Somebody got laid!” sang a tall, slim redhead, breaking Santana out of her pleasant reverie.

Santana couldn’t help but grin and blush furiously even as she flatly denied any carnal activity. “I did not! What are you talking about?” she answered, emphatically lying to her new friend.

Veronica went on, “So last week when I met you, you were pretty stressed-looking, like there was some big drama going on in your life. I thought, ‘hey, new job, right outta college, of course, she’s nervous.’ But no, apparently you just needed some dick! Or coochie, hey, I’m not judging!” she laughed.

“I did not ‘get laid’,” she insisted, emphasizing the words. “I just had a relaxing evening.”

“You know, I’m pretty relaxed after I cum, too! Girl, please! You’re practically glowing. Hell, you look so good, you might be pregnant!” she chuckled.

Santana remembered the conversation where she told him to cum inside her and no, she wasn’t on any birth control. As she thought of that, her eyes got wide and she audibly gasped. What if she was pregnant? By her dad?! How great would that be? Her reaction was not missed by Veronica.

“Omigod!” she exclaimed. “You let him hit it bareback? You tramp! Girl, at lunch, we gotta go to lunch and you need to tell me all about this!”

“Fine,” admitted Santana. “I did have a nice evening –”

“Mmm-hmmm,” smirked Veronica.

“But I’m not gonna tell you about it! That’s too personal!”

“The hell it is,” protested Veronica. “My boyfriend has been outta town for a week now, and he’s not back until next Saturday.  So if I can’t get none, you’re gonna tell me about yours!”

“Fine!” said Santana.  “Meet me at my desk when you’re ready to go.”

“See you in a few,” said Veronica as she headed to the sales area.

When she was hired, she promised she’d be a quick study. Luckily, she was telling the truth. Jake Steele, her boss, had shown her around on Monday, made sure she had a company-provided phone, laptop, and tablet, given her a brief overview of the job, and left right after lunch. He told her before leaving, “Make sure you have all my contact info, and call me if you need me. But before you call, try your best to figure it out, okay?” She didn’t see him or hear from him for the rest of the week.

She spent the week learning her way around the office and reading up on the products they made and sold, and how they worked together. She’d first met Veronica on Tuesday. Veronica was one of a handful of women sales consultants. She told Santana that her boss, Jake Steele, had been instrumental in getting that change to happen, since just a few years ago, the entire sales team was just a bunch of old white men.  Jake had complained, and insisted they hire more people of color, and more women, and pay them well. 

Of course, the old white men resisted, but only until the infusion of new ideas and new blood started causing sales and revenues to blow up. Jake was one of the few black men in an executive position, and while Senior Management resented the kick in the pants he spearheaded, they loved the results. 

The women in the company all loved Jake, and his sales always flew through processing, his commissions were always on time, and whatever he needed, they were all eager to help. So there was an understanding that helping Jake’s new Executive Assistant was tantamount to helping Jake. Santana found everyone quite friendly, and she really hit it off with Veronica Kincaid, the redhead who wanted all the juicy details.

After Veronica left and Santana got settled at her desk, she was surprised to see Jake Steele walk in.

“Good morning, Miss Zahn,” he said as he walked past her into his office. He went in and put down his bag and powered up his computer.  As it was coming up, he called for Santana to come into his office.

“Good morning, Mr. Steele,” she said as she in the chair in from of his desk.

“So, how was the first week?” he asked cheerily.

“It was a good week. I got everything all set up here, and got all my files organized, so when you ask me for something, I should be able to find it. Everybody was really helpful, and I made a new friend.”

“Oh, who’s that?”

“Veronica Kincaid, I think she’s in sales.”

“Well I did ask some of the other admins to keep an eye out for you, but I didn’t ask her. Miss Kincaid is in sales. Her team sells in the hospitality market. Her clients are hotels, timeshares, restaurants, nightclubs, stuff like that. Our side does government, like cities, towns, even state-level clients, and I do a lot of work with schools and colleges.”

“Part of my time last week was spent learning about the divisions in the office and who they sell what to,” said Santana.

“That’s good,” answered Jake.  “That knowledge will be valuable as you learn your way around. Look, what are your plans for lunch?”

She answered, “I was planning to have lunch with Veronica. Am I about to get a better offer?” she joked.

He answered, “You made it through your first week, and from what I hear, it was a successful week. I wasn’t there for most of it, so I think it’ll be a good idea for us to catch up and I can debrief you and see if you have any issues.  Sound okay?”

“That sounds great. Just let me know when you’re ready to go,” she said as she got up to leave.

Jake added, “Hey, I tend to have lunch fairly late. That way, I miss the lunch crowd, plus when I’m done, most of the day is already behind me. You won’t starve if we don’t leave until 1:00, will you?”

“No, that’s fine,” she said.

“Great! Alright, let’s pretend to work!” he laughed as he turned to his computer and she went back towards her desk.

Back at her desk, she texted Veronica about the change in plans. Her desk phone rang. It was Veronica.

“Girl, you’re lucky! Enjoy it. Jake always takes you out to lunch somewhere nice! But you’re not off the hook! You still owe me some juicy details!” Veronica said as soon as Santana picked up.

“I know, Miss Nosey!” laughed Santana. “How about Monday?”

“Nah, I’m not back in the office until Wednesday. We’ll do it then, okay?”

“Sure.  Have a good week!” They ended the call.

There was so much to do that it seemed like only a few minutes passed before Jake was standing at her desk, checking his watch. “You ready?” he asked her.

She glanced at the time, and it was already 1:20. “Wow! Time flies!” she said. She locked her monitor and said, “Let’s go.”

Less than a half-hour later they were seated in a large booth at Harley’s. It was one of those ‘business-lunch’ sports pubs with dark, thick wood, large booths, and an improbably expensive menu. It looked like the kind of place business deals got done and handshakes still meant something. Santana was a little intimidated, but many of the staff seemed to know Jake. They were treated like VIPs, and she began to relax a bit.

Over their food, they talked lightly about the office. Santana did have a couple of questions, but mostly it was just pleasant conversation. After the office talk was done, they just talked about nothing in particular. The food was excellent, and Jake’s company was very pleasant.  He reminded her of her own dad, in his ability to relate so well to someone her age.

Suddenly, Jake asked her, “So anyway, you said last week that one of my good friends is your uncle, right?”

*****

Last week, after Jake hired Santana, he’d called his best friend, Nate Rochester, and told him about the hire.  Nate and Solomon, Santana’s uncle, are also good friends, and Nate is the reason Solomon met Jake. Jake and Nate played tennis every Friday, and afterward, they and their wives would all go out for the evening.  They decided to call Solomon and his wife Jadzia and tell them about Santana’s hire. They were all on the call, discussing how much about their unique family lives to divulge. 

Finally, Jadzia came up with the solution:  She told Jake, “Look her square in the eye and ask her if she still lives at home with her dad, and does she enjoy it, and put a little emphasis on ‘enjoy’. You could even say ‘Daddy.’ Act a little like you suspect something.”

“Why? What would that do?” asked Jake.

 Jadzia said, “Santana has never had a poker face, and if anything is going on, she’ll immediately get all flustered and tongue-tied. If that’s the case, then yes, the family needs to meet.  But if she just shrugs and says, yeah, so? Then we know how NOT to act if and when we get together with her.”

Jake agreed.  It seemed a little cruel, but some secrets needed to be carefully guarded, even and especially against other family members.

*****

“Uncle Solomon?” said Santana. “Yeah, but like I said, I haven’t spoken to him in a few years. Why?”

Jake took a breath and said evenly, “Well of course I called him and told him I’d hired you.  He was pretty pleased about that. I actually spoke with him and Jadzia –”

“Jazzy!” she said excitedly. Her cousin Jadzia had always been one of her favorite people in the world, like the big sister she never had.

“Yeah, your cousin Jazzy. Anyway, we were telling them about hiring you, and –”

“We?”

Jake paused, a little irritated by the interruptions; he wanted to get through this. “Yeah, ‘we’… me and my wife, and another couple. All four of us are pretty tight with Solomon and Jadzia. Anyway—”

“So y’all were sitting around talkin’ about me?” asked Santana, feeling a little defensive.

Jake said, “We were talking to our friends who happen to be your uncle and cousin, to tell them that I’d hired you and that you were wondering why you couldn’t get in touch with them. Is that okay?” he held her gaze a little aggressively until she blinked.

“Oh.  Yeah, I… I guess so. So what did they say?”

“It’s okay. As I was trying to say,” he flashed his salesman’s smile to put her back at ease, “Jadzia asked me to ask you something.”

“Really? What?”

Jake leaned forward towards Santana and looked her right in the eye and said, more suggestively than would normally be acceptable in a work setting, “She wants to know if you’re still staying at home with Daddy, and are you enjoying it?” Jake finished by nodding at her like he knew a dirty secret. He hoped he hadn’t overdone it.

Santana sat there for a full fifteen seconds, totally immobile, with her mouth open in shock. Her eyes were so wide, and her pupils so dilated, she looked like an anime character. Even her thoughts were frozen. After a few seconds, her brain started functioning again, but she was not able to speak, her mouth just opening and closing. 

Her mind lapsed into a stream of consciousness focused on one thing only… He knows! How could he know? How is that possible?! How can he know that? Omigod, am I in trouble? Am I getting fired?! What about my dad? Are we gonna be arrested? Those thoughts screamed through her mind a million times over and over in that ten seconds. She could hear her own blood thundering in her ears. The fear of their discovery made her throat too tight for her to breathe.  She held her eyes closed and for a moment, Jake thought she was about to pass out. He quickly did something on his phone, and then he got up and moved to sit beside her in the booth. She looked up at him, her eyes pooling with tears.

He put an arm around her and said, soothingly, “Shhh… Don’t worry.  I promise you everything will be okay. Just breathe. Nothing is wrong; it’s gonna be okay.”

She let him hold her as the shock began to wear off. Finally she sat up. She looked at him and said in a very small voice, “Mr. Steele, are we in trouble, you know, my dad and me?” She sniffed, obviously terrified. Her eyes got big again as she saw a white woman walk up to the booth. But she wasn’t white. She was… “Jadzia!” Santana exclaimed.

Jake got up to let Jadzia sit next to her cousin. He picked up the check and said, “Im’ma go handle this. Sol’s outside?”

Jadzia answered, “Yeah, he’s out there, all nervous. I want a few minutes to talk girl-to-girl. Go talk to him, okay?”

Jake nodded to Santana and walked away.

Jadzia Zahn sat next to her younger cousin and embraced her, saying, “My poor sweet cuz. Who knew you’d freak out so much? Are you okay?”

Santana hugged her back, and said, “You must think I’m totally awful, don’t you? I feel so ashamed… How did you even know? It just happened last night.”

“Shhh… Just breathe for a minute. Try to calm down.” Jadzia held her for a few more minutes, comforting her like a mother would. When Santana seemed to have composed herself a bit, Jadzia turned to her so they could be face to face.

Santana said, “You think I’m totally disgusting, don’t you? You’re not gonna tell anybody, are you? Jazzy I need you to keep this a secret.”

Jadzia looked at her, smiling, and said, “You say it just happened recently? What exactly happened?”

Santana mumbled so softly that Jadzia could barely hear, “Well… We… Me and my dad… We… Had sex.”

“Had sex, or made love?” asked Jadzia.

Santana said, a little more boldly, “Oh, Jazzy, this is love! I know you think I’m horrible, but it was sooo great! You just don’t know what it was like!” A dreamy look came over her face. Then, suddenly, “Please don’t tell anybody!”

Jadzia said, “You want to know what I think?” Santana nodded sadly. She leaned forward, like she was sharing a secret, and said, “I think it runs in the family. I think you and Uncle Darius are the newest members of a very exclusive, very secretive little club, and I’d like to be the first to welcome our newest members.”  She waited for Santana to catch up.

Santana sat there blankly, and said, “Runs in the family… Club? What club?”

Jadzia was quiet, softly tapping her fingers on the table.

Suddenly, Santana gasped, and her eyes opened wide as she finally realized what Jadzia was telling her. “You? You and Uncle Solomon?” Jadzia just nodded, smiling.

Jadzia opened her phone to a picture and showed it to Santana. It was a picture of a beautiful little girl, maybe three or four years old. “That’s our daughter, me and daddy’s.”

Santana said, incredulously, “Your daughter?”

“Yep. And my sister, and your cousin.”

Santana noticed the ring on Jazzy, left hand. “You’re married?” she asked.

Jadzia said, “We’re all in. We’re a right proper family. To the whole world, he’s just a successful older guy with a hot young trophy wife and a cute kid. But behind closed doors,” she dropped her voice so only Santana could hear, “my daddy fucks my brains out at least once a day, and his is the only cock I’ll ever want. I don’t know how you are with Uncle Darius, but we’re in this for life.”

“Omigod, Jazzy, that exactly what I want!” gushed Santana. At that moment, she saw her boss walk in with her Uncle Solomon, and another woman, maybe a couple of years older than her. “Omigod, I forgot about my boss! You can’t tell him!”

Jadzia laughed, “Jake? Remember the club I mentioned?” Santana nodded. “Sweetie, he’s a founding member!”

The woman walked up to them and said, “Santana, it’s so good to meet a fellow Daddy’s Girl. I’m Darby Steele. I’m Jake’s daughter, and his...