Monica's eyes were glued to her daughters soon to be husband, she didn't like the cool and calmness he was giving off.  She could have him fired in a heatbeat and she would if he pushed her.  She watched as he turned his back to her, leaning over the keyboard where his fingers flew until the monitors that had been black now jumped to life.<br/><br/>With eyes that had widened she looked at the screen, her face looking over her shoulder at the man behind her.  "I am not nor will I ever allow you to call me mom."  No she was going to find a way to get rid of this man before his claws were in too deep.  It wouldn't be the first time she had set someone up to get what she wanted.<br/><br/>It took her willpower not to snap her head around as he stepped behind her, his words dancing across her skin, teasing the strays of her hair that she hadn't returned fully to their coiffed set.  Her jaw clenched as the edge of his voice cut through her.<br/><br/>As his cock nudged against her, Monica's back stiffened, his moan did nothing but fill her full of dread.  Perhaps his words held a bit of truth to them but she wasn't going to let him know her thoughts.  "You underestimate me Mr. Porter."  Monica hissed.<br/><br/>And his next words  hit a sore spot inside her.  She would never go back to stripping, not ever.  Robert Winfield, true had saved her from herself when they had met and he had taken her away from the work that supported her given her more than she could have ever dreamed of.  A place she would have never made it too on her own.  But he had stopped giving her what she needed long ago.  She wasn't sure he really cared what she did as long as it didn't backlash on him and his business, taint his reputation.<br/><br/>She wasn't sure exploits would be the word she would used, she had heard of how he vetted some of the female employees that he hired.    And she didn't agree with it but then he was a male he wouldn't be the first one nor the last one to ever do that.  Still she wanted nothing to do with him and his ways.  "A real man?"  Monica scoffed at him as she turned her head a little to the side, her breath chose that moment to hitch though as his hand dipped beneath to touch her much to intimately.<br/><br/>Monica turned and pushed him back.  "I am not one of your exploits, I don't need a job that, so I won't be auditioning for you."  Reaching behind her she hit a couple of buttons, erasing the tape.  "Now if you will excuse me I have more important things to do with my time."  Monica started toward the door.