[F4A] How would you like to fuck your own daughter?

(Hey there! Let me first say that I'm not looking for this to be a scene where you just bend my character over your desk, call me a whore, hand me a check, and slap me on the ass as I leave. Of course your character has power over mine. You've got the money, and I've got the nothing. You don't have to explicitly rub that power in my face or be cruel about the situation I find myself in. Overall, I see your character as being "intrigued" by my offer, for lack of a better word. He's interested, and he's willing to come to the table and negotiate. After all, you're a businessman. What I'm offering you is a business proposition. Once we've had our talk and laid out our terms, *then* you can fuck your daughter like the literal whore she is. )

My dad is a rich man. The kind of man who can travel all over the country, having sex with as many women as he wants, and not worrying about the consequences. Whenever he hears that he has a bastard son or daughter out there somewhere, he cuts a fat check to shut the mother up and goes about his life. Normally, that's a system that works just fine. If the mother is responsible, you always give her enough money to support them all the way through their eighteenth birthday, with a little to spare. But if the mother isn't the kind of person who can be trusted with money, the baby is in trouble. My mom is exactly that kind of woman. Trashy. Irresponsible. Careless. Depressed. We did alright when I was her only offspring, but eventually, she started sleeping around again and got pregnant. Then again. And again. We ran out of money fast, and now all of us are deep in the throes of generational poverty. The only possible way out is for you to give us another stimulus check.

I've asked you before. I've emailed you. No response. I've sent you letters. Curt, all-business denials written out on your office letterhead. I've even visited you in person, and you were... surprisingly friendly. You took me out to a very nice restaurant and had a long conversation with me about how you'd already done your part to take care of me, and if my mother wasn't good with the money, that isn't your responsibility. You encouraged me to apply for a job at your company, and I did... but I didn't get it. Why would I? My only qualification is technically being your daughter.

It's been a few years since then, and here's the thing. We're fucked without you. With the economy the way it is, we're going to wind up living in the same trailer for the rest of our lives. And that's assuming we get to keep the fucking trailer. Forget going to college for any of my siblings. We barely eat. So, I've set up another appointment with you. Your secretary tried to keep it from happening. Then, she tried to make it a phone call. But no. I was persistent, and that persistence got me what I wanted. A face-to-face interview with my father. One where I think I know how to get the money we need. After all, I have one asset that I've never put on the table before, and I think you're going to be very interested in it.