Daddy's Boss

Winter James

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 Contents

1. Chapter One
2. Chapter Two

3. Chapter Three

4. Chapter Four
5. Chapter Five

6. Chapter Six

7. Chapter Seven

8. Chapter Eight
9. Chapter Nine

10. Chapter Ten

11. Chapter Eleven

12. Chapter Twelve

13. Chapter Thirteen

14. Chapter Fourteen

15. Chapter Fifteen

16. Chapter Sixteen

17. Chapter Nineteen

18. Chapter Eighteen

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Chapter One

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Lucy

“YOU CAN’T LET THAT asshole push you around!” I turned off the
kitchen faucet and stuck my head around the door into the dining room.
“Daddy, did you hear me?”
“Yes, Lucy, I heard you. And please watch your language, sweetheart.”
He leaned back in an armchair at the head of the lovely maple dining room
that mom loved so much. His eyes stared blankly at the ceiling above. “I’ll
figure out how to fix this. I promise.”
I wiped my hands on the little apron around my waist and stepped into the
dining room. “Oh, Daddy,” I said, hugging him from behind. “I know you
will. You’ve always taken care of me. Ever since Mom died, you’ve always
been there for me.”
“She was something special, Luce.” He took my arms in his hands and
squeezed them into his chest. “I would have never survived without you to
take your mom’s place. You take care of the house. You cook. You clean.
Don’t know how you do it and go to school at the same time. And straight
As, too.”
It was a 4.0 now that I was in college, but I knew he still thinks of me like
that high schooler. That middle schooler, really. I have been running this
household in my mother’s place all this time. I patted his chest with one
hand and stand up. Dad provided the money for us, but I was the one who
took care of everything else. I didn’t mind. It was a good, quiet life.
But now everything was in danger.
 His new boss was a tyrant, and even though Daddy has given over twenty
years to that miserable company, they seemed ready to toss him out the
door. It wasn’t right. Especially since he wasn’t that far away from
retirement. He could lose his pension and company benefits. And there was
no way a 65-year-old account manager was going to land another good job.
According to him, anyway.
I head back to the kitchen, determined to help fix this.
“I hope your boss likes beef.” I pulled the roast from the oven and set it
out on the cutting board to rest. Daddy has always been a meat and potatoes
kind of guy, so that was mostly all I knew how to cook. I knew it was a
good meal, but I wasn’t sure what his boss was going to make of it. The
vegetables were simmering. The potatoes were cooked and ready to be
mashed.
“What if the bastard doesn’t like meat and potatoes?” I muttered quietly.
Maybe he was a vegan or something. Although, with everything Daddy had
said about him, he sounded like he’d eat little kids if it would suit his needs.
“He better.”
“He should be here in about fifteen minutes,” Daddy called from the
dining room.
My heart skipped a few beats. There wasn’t much time. I unwrapped
some fresh flowers I picked up from the grocery store and trim their ends. I
selected a lovely cut glass vase from the cupboard and started arranging the
flowers for the centerpiece. Tears heated the backs of my eyes. Mom had
always loved flowers, and I remembered when I was nine, her using this
vase.
She died later that year. God, has it been that long?
 I brought the flowers into the dining room and placed them in the center
of the table runner. We rarely ate in the dining room. Daddy was always
tired when he came home. He sat in his recliner in the living room. I
brought in his dinner and set it on one of those fold-up TV stands—another
relic from when Mom was still alive. Sometimes he’d fall asleep there, TV
still on, his dinner only half eaten. The stress of the job was going to kill
him long before he could retire.
“I’ll put Mr. Miller down at the other end, okay?” I would sit on the side
of the table so that I could get up and down to take care of the two men. I
didn’t know if they’d actually be talking business during dinner. I hoped
not. It wouldn’t be good for Daddy’s stomach.
“That should be fine.” He continued to look up at the ceiling. I could tell
the stress was already eating away at him.
“Daddy, go put your suit jacket on.” He would forget if I didn’t remind
him. He let things get to him, and he’d allow them to burrow deep into his
ego. Then while he was thinking about whatever it was that was eating at
him, he would forget what he was supposed to be doing. I had to keep an
eye on him, otherwise he’d even forget to eat or sleep.
He stood up and disappeared down the hallway to his room. I arranged the
place setting for the three of us, trying to be as neat and meticulous as I
could be. I always heard Daddy talking about Mr. Miller’s attitude towards
perfection.
“Attention to detail,” were the words Daddy told me. “That’s all the man
ever says. That, and to watch the bottom line.” I thought that Mr. Miller
should spend a little time caring about his employees. Without them, the
company would never meet the bottom line.
“What a cold-hearted bastard,” I muttered.
 I’d never even met the man, but I almost hate him. Daddy never swears.
Never says a bad word, and he chastises me if I ever let a cuss word slip. I
try to be a good girl, but I’m not afraid to use language when it’s warranted.
“What did you say, sweetheart?”
“Nothing, Daddy. Just talking to myself.”
“How do I look?” He met me at the door to the kitchen. His suit looked
great, but a little askew. He was absent minded like that.
“Let me fix your tie.” I neatened it up and brush a piece of lint off one
shoulder. “You look great. I know you’re going to impress Mr. Miller
tonight.”
When I was done, I gave him a quick kiss on the forehead.
“Thanks, sweetheart. With you by my side, I just might.”
I looked at the clock and glanced around the kitchen. I would finish
setting the table and placing the food after the big boss arrived. I’d better
check my own appearance. Not that I care about looking nice for this
bastard, but I needed to make a good impression for whatever good it will
do to my father’s position. He has been more and more worried every day.
I slipped off to my bedroom and closed the door. I really wanted to cry,
but I needed to be strong for Daddy. He needed me now more than ever.
And honestly, I needed him. Without his support, I would never be able to
finish school. The classes were expensive. And the supplies required for my
major even more so. It was a good thing that Daddy brought in a nice
salary, although the bonuses had been getting smaller and smaller each year.
I made the money stretch by cutting coupons.
I looked in the mirror and ran my fingers through my hair. Long, straight,
and blonde. Not much could be done with it. Most of the time I put it in a
ponytail to keep it out of the way. I removed the apron from around my
waist and check my clothes.
Damn. A spot of gravy flecked my blouse. It was a smooth navy that
complemented my ruby red skirt. I quickly unbuttoned it and dug through
my closet. I pulled out another blouse. White. Simple. It was my favorite
for going to school during lecture days until I popped the top button. Now
the front falls a little bit low. Lower than I would usually wear, but it was
still appropriate for a nice dinner. And it makes me look more grown up.
I slipped it on and buttoned it quickly. I checked my dark blue A-line
skirt. I tugged at it a little so that the zipper was where it belonged. My
pantyhose looked good—no runs or snags. Some navy-blue flats finished
off my outfit. I looked at myself in the full-length mirror.
“You clean up nice, Luce,” I told myself with a smile.
Too bad I couldn’t get any of the boys at school to think about me like
that. I guessed the overalls and the white, long-sleeved thermal top I usually
wore didn’t make me look too attractive. But what else was an art major
supposed to wear? If I showed up to the sculpting studio in a dress or even
slacks, they’d be a mess within minutes of class beginning. No. I needed to
focus on being functional and practical. The life of an art major.
I walked back up the hallway when the doorbell rings.
“Shit!” I hurried towards the front door.
“I’ll get it,” Daddy said. “You take care of the kitchen. And do watch your
language, please? I really don’t want Daniel to get the wrong impression
about us.”
I walked into the kitchen and realized I left my apron in my room. “Damn
it. I mean… darn.” I pulled open the drawer that held the other aprons, but I
already knew the only one worth putting on was a white lacy one that made
me look like a French maid.
The others all had holes or stains.
“I guess I’m a French maid tonight,” I muttered, annoyed at myself.
I slipped it on, tied it in the back, and shoved the drawer closed. This was
not the impression I wanted Daddy’s boss to have about me, but he’d just
have to deal. Mr. Detail Oriented wouldn’t want me to have a stain on my
blouse or a tear in my apron. He’d probably have a heart attack if there was
a speck of dust on his chair.
I heard the door open, and there were voices. Daddy sounded friendly as
he welcomed his boss into our home. He also sounded…a little fawning.
It made me wince. Already he was sucking up to that bastard.
“Lucy,” Daddy called. “I’d like you to meet Daniel Miller, vice president
of sales.”
I heard them entering the dining room, so I poked my head through the
door from the kitchen. “Hello, Mr. Miller,” I said with my cheeriest voice
and biggest smile. “Make yourself at home. Dinner will be ready in just a
few minutes.”
Then I saw him.
Holy shit.
In my mind, I’d expected a weasel-looking guy with horned-rim glasses,
balding, and a green tie with a dollar-sign tie clip. But that wasn’t what the
man who stood in our dining room looked like. He was tall, lean—except
his shoulders were broad and his biceps which filled out his suit jacket
nicely. What the hell? This was Daniel Miller? This was my father’s boss?
His suit was impeccable. Grey, with a suggestion of stripes. He wears a
pale, pastel-colored shirt and an expensive silk tie with hand-stitched
embroidery. His shoes looked like Italian imports, neatly polished. He had a
beige overcoat carefully draped across one arm.
The nice clothes make sense, I guessed. He cares about making money.
It makes sense he’d also spend it.
I might have expected the designer clothes and maybe even the firm body
—helped by a personal trainer and whatever expensive nutritional
supplements money can buy. I never could have expected that face. Strong
features, square jaw, perfectly combed hair with just a hint of grey at the
temples. Handsome. Too freaking handsome.
A cold-hearted bastard shouldn’t get to be that handsome.
His steel grey eyes struck me the most.
I wasn’t sure if they were beautiful or if they were deadly.
“Hello.” He stuck out a big hand. “It’s Lucy, right?”
I put my hand out and he took it firmly into his. I didn’t want him to hold
it. I didn’t want him to touch me. He’d been in my house for less than a
minute, and already I could feel that he was in control of things. Not what I
wanted. Not what I expected. Not what I was ready for.
“Let me take your coat,” I manage, scrambling to find my hostess duties.
“Thank you.” He handed over his coat, and I can feel his gaze on my back
as I turn to hang it his jacket. “Lovely. Simply lovely.” The last murmur
seems almost more to himself.
“You’re welcome,” I said, giving him my brightest smile.
Even though I’m annoyed. Not with having to hang up his coat. And it
wasn’t what he said that made me feel agitated. It was how he said it. There
was something in the tone of his voice. An unholy light in his eye as he
studies me with too much focus.
I felt like a chicken who has just hung up the coat of a sleek gray fox.
 The two men settled in their chairs at opposite ends of the table, Daddy
chatting about work in that same ingratiating tone. I wished he had
something else to talk about. Sports. The weather. Going fishing.
Something. Anything, because Daniel doesn’t look pleased. He seems
annoyed, his expression that had been curious on me turning stern toward
my father.
“Would you like a drink?” I asked, coming back out of the kitchen. I had a
pot of fresh coffee in one hand and a creamer in the other. “Daddy loves my
aperol spritz.”
“That would be wonderful,” Daddy said.
“Whiskey,” Daniel said. “If you’ve got it.”
“Of course,” I said, praying the little alcohol closet is stocked.
“Oh, and Lucy, I love your apron. Very pretty. Very—French.”
“Thank you,” I mumbled.
I had to bend down to search the cabinet where my father keeps a couple
bottles of liquor along with a six pack for rare occasions when we have
company. Thank God. There was a bottle way in the back with an inch of
amber liquid. I poured it into a glass and turn, almost dropping the cup as I
found Miller’s silver-gray gaze on me.
Which means… he was looking at my ass when I was bent over.
My father rambled on and on about his project, all his hopes for it, with
almost a frantic energy. He didn’t seem to notice the way his boss is
watching me.
I took an unsteady step forward him. My heel caught on the rug, and I
tumbled face-first. Strong arms caught me, one hand taking the cup that’s
splashing, the other steady me with a firm hold on my arm. “Sorry,” I said,
breathless.
 “I don’t mind.” He brushed a thumb over the front of my arm before
releasing me. Just a small touch through the silk of my blouse. It felt like an
electrical charge. Heat flushed through my body. I tried to ignore him, but I
knew I was blushing. I could feel my cheeks heat up.
Why did he have to be so good-looking?

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Daniel

I’VE ALWAYS BEEN AN asshole.

I knew that. They called me the Ice Man because I could always be
counted on to come in and cut jobs, to fire entire teams, to lay off anyone
who slacked for even a day at their job. So what? It wasn’t personal. It was
just business.
Like this guy Philip. I had absolutely nothing against Philip. He was a
nice guy. Had a stellar work history with the organization. Twenty-plus
years. But because of the current financial climate, his job was on the
chopping block. I stopped by his office the other day to try to break it to
him nicely. He didn’t seem to get it.
“Hey, Philip, you got a minute?” I asked, stepping into his office.
“Yeah, sure, boss,” he said, coming to his feet.
“Let’s talk about the future.”
“Sure,” he said, fumbling nervously with a pen.
“Sit down. Sit.” I pulled up a chair next to his desk, and he finally put the
stupid pen down and sat. “Philip, you’ve been around here a long time. You
know how this business goes. Sad to say, the numbers just don’t look good.
In particular, your numbers don’t look good. Sales are headed the wrong
way.”
“It’s this downturn in the economy. Nobody’s spending money on our
services. They don’t have enough business to justify it.”
“The Worthington account seems to be doing well,” I told him. And it
was. Its sales numbers were some of the highest in all the departments. “So
why aren’t the others performing as well?”
“They have a different clientele, I think. Their business uses a different
model than most of the others.” He shrugged. “Too bad other companies
didn’t use the same approach. They’d all be better off. And we’d be better
off, too.”
“We’ll talk about that later,” I told him. I had already looked into it. He
was right, but that didn’t help the company. Unless we found more
customers with the same business model, Philip and his team were going to
get flushed down the toilet.
Okay, so maybe I was an asshole, after all.
I started to get up when I accidentally knocked over a small picture frame
on the corner of his desk.
“Hey, I’m sorry, Philip.” I started to right the frame when the image in the
picture caught my attention. “Who the hell is this?”
“That’s my daughter, Lucy,” he said. His eyes lit up and a genuine smile
grew across his face. “She’s my pride and joy. I’d do anything for that girl.”
“I bet you would. She’s beautiful. Long black hair. Dark eyes. Hell of a
smile. You and your wife must be proud.”
“Well, my wife…”
“Oh, that’s right. I’m sorry Philip. I forgot you said she passed away
several years ago.”
“Yeah, it's been years. Lucy was just a little girl. She’s twenty-three now.
Hard to believe it’s been that long. Lucy takes care of everything now. And
she’s a college student. Going to art school. She’s desperate to stay in
school. My job is really important to her.”
“I see.” Poor girl. She’s going to need another sugar daddy if she wants to
keep painting pretty flowers. And I know someone who would be interested
in that position. Me.
No. That’s too low, even for the Ice Man.
“I was meaning to ask you something,” Philip said hopefully.
“Yes?”
“I’d like to have you over for dinner tomorrow night. I thought that way
we can talk about business without interruptions and a dozen other people
around.”
“That’s a very nice offer.” Poor bastard was so desperate to keep his job,
he’d probably do anything I asked him to do. “But I don’t mix business
with pleasure.”
“Please,” he said, almost begging. “My daughter Lucy is a wonderful
cook.”
I know I’m an asshole, but I’ve usually restricted by cold behavior to the
corporate boardroom. Not women. They usually lined up easily enough if I
stepped into a random club for drinks. All I had to do was incline my head
at a gorgeous woman and she’d fall into my bed. No strings attached. Easy
as hell. I never coerced a woman. I never went after someone unavailable.
A man had to have some standards after all.
Until now.
It looked like I’d reached a new level of assholery.
“You know, that may not be a bad idea,” I said, putting the photo of his
daughter back on his desk. I looked at the girl. Damn, she was cute. I
wondered if I could get into her bra after dessert. Or maybe getting into her
bra would be the dessert.
No. I wouldn’t fuck her. I’d only…met her. Enjoy the sight of her in
person. Probably she’d bore me immediately the same way everyone else
does.
 “Really? Oh, that’s so wonderful. It would be really great if you could
come. I’ll tell Lucy right away so that she can get everything ready.”
“Who else will be there?”
“Just the two of us. You and me. Well, and Lucy.”
“And Lucy.” I smiled. I don’t even think Philip picked up on the reason
for my smile. Who knows? Maybe she could be the one who saved his job
—if she was willing.
***
Philip lived in an older part of town.
Nice neighborhoods, but too old fashioned for my taste.
Great place to raise a family, I’m sure.
Not that I would know or care. A family and kids didn’t seem to have a
place in my life. Never had a wife or a kid—well, at least not a kid I knew
about.
I pulled into the drive of a dated ranch-style home. Lawn was a little
rough, and it looked like it was past time to have the shingles replaced.
Lucy may have been able to do many things, but I didn’t think replacing the
roof was in her skill set.
“Here we go,” I muttered. “Let’s see if Lucy can really cook. And what
else she might have to offer.”
I rang the doorbell. Philip answered the door and invited me in.
The interior of the house was much nicer than the exterior. Very
comfortable. Not modern, but not dingy or run-down.
“Hey, Daniel, glad you could make it. Lucy’s been cooking and tidying up
around the house all day. She’s excited to meet you.”
“Nice. Well, I’m excited to meet her, too.” Yes, I was. I took off my coat
and tried to hand it to Philip. He was oblivious.
 “Lucy,” Philip called. “I’d like you to meet Daniel Miller, senior
department head of sales.” He turned to me and smiled. “She’s probably in
the kitchen. This way.”
I tried again to hand him my coat, but he rushed off ahead of me. I draped
my coat over my arm and followed.
I could hear sounds from the kitchen. Philip guided me into the dining
room. A door to the kitchen was on the far wall. An odd layout, but homes
of this era never did seem to make any organizational sense.
Just then, a pretty little head popped out around the kitchen door. I was
shocked. The photo on Philip’s desk didn't do her any justice at all. She was
absolutely adorable.
And scorching hot in a French maid apron.
“Hi, Mr. Miller,” she said.
She had a knockout smile and dark eyes that threatened to pull me in.
Like a goddamn siren. An innocent siren, leading me to the rocks without
even knowing it.
Damn. I could have looked at that for hours.
“Just make yourself at home,” she said.
“Lucy, could you be a dear?” I asked her, handing her my coat. I hated to
interrupt her dinner prep, but someone needed to be a good little host. I
enjoyed the slightly flustered way she took the coat from me, the forced
smile, and the sight of her tight ass in that blue skirt when she went to hang
it up.
Her legs looked damn good, too. Looks like dessert would be delicious.
She glanced back over her shoulder for a second. I know she caught me
checking her out. Nothing I could do. I was caught, so might as well enjoy
the view. Did I mention that her ass was perfect? Rough. Shapely. Begging
for me to spank it.
Philip let me into the dining room. I was keeping an eye out for his
daughter but decided not to be so obvious.
“Here, Daniel, you sit here.” Philip motioned to an armchair at one end of
an old wooden dining table. It was quaint in a traditional family kind of
way. I liked things that were sleek and gorgeous.
Just then, Lucy walked through and into the kitchen. Like that. Sleek and
gorgeous. Lucy was the perfect example of the perfection that always
caught my eye.
“So, I was going over the Baker and Sanchez accounts this morning,”
started Philip. “I think we can get both of those accounts back up to last
year’s numbers. Just need to show them how we can help them improve
their product line promotions.”
“That’s great, Philip.” Was he going to start talking about work already? I
was hoping to have some quality time with his daughter. Maybe get that
apron off so I could see a little more of her. Hadn’t even checked out her tits
yet. She covered them up with my coat. Lucky coat.
Just then, Lucy walked out of the kitchen with the offer of coffee.
Honestly, that sounded really good. Maybe I could use the interruption to
get a break in Philip’s unending chatter about the accounts that had no hope
whatsoever. I had looked them over as well. No chance those would ever be
back to what they used to be. Philip was just blowing smoke.
I let Lucy pour me a cup of coffee, enjoying the sight of her slender waist
and full breasts in that French maid apron. Then she walked down to the
other end of the table to pour some coffee for dear old dad. Damn, that ass.
Then she turned around.
 As I was totally enjoying her tits, I realized she was looking straight at
me. No doubt she had caught me ogling her. That’s twice I’d gotten caught
checking out her young sexy body. She was stirring my imagination…and
she knew it.
Her eyes held apprehension. Nervousness. And curiosity?
“So, Lucy, what’s for dinner?” I was hungry and hoping she was as good
a cook as her father claimed she was. If so, maybe I’d invite her to my place
to cook dinner for me. Not that I would want her in the kitchen if she were
at my place. In my bed. On the long sectional. Perhaps out in the private
infinity pool on the patio of my penthouse
“It’s coming out now,” she said, calling from the kitchen. After a few trips
from the kitchen, she had filled the table with some simple but very nicely
prepared dishes. The roast was incredible. I hadn’t had anything homemade
in a long time, so this was a genuine treat.
“Would you like some wine?” she asked.
“Sure,” I said, even though I’m not much for wine. Any excuse to have
her lovely body close to mine was reason enough. Her food smelled great,
but her body smelled better. And the way she held the bottle as she poured
the wine into my glass—I could only imagine her holding on to my cock
with those same hands.
And then she spilled a little wine on the table. It wasn’t a big deal, but she
was desperate to be a good hostess for her father. She grabbed a serving
towel she had draped over the back of her chair and began wiping up the
mess. She leaned over just right. I could see down the front of her simple
white blouse. Her bra barely covered her nipples. I could see the faintest
hint of peach at the edge of her bra. Lovely. Simply fucking lovely.
 Her eyes met mine. Her cheeks darkened with embarrassment, and
perhaps frustration. She didn’t say a word but just gathered her towel and
trotted off to the kitchen. What was she thinking? Was she intimidated by
the attention? Was she curious about how I was in bed? Either way, she
would find out. I would make sure of it.

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Lucy

THIS WAS WHY I wanted to wear that other blouse. Daniel wouldn't have
gotten a show. It kept me covered. But now I don’t know what he saw, but I
could tell by the intense look on his face that he was enjoying the view.
I leaned back against the kitchen counter and pulled my blouse out so I
could look down inside. Yeah, it was definitely the wrong bra to wear with
this top. What bothered me more than knowing he’d gotten a look at my
breasts was that it stirred an arousal in me I’d never known before. How
could I enjoy his crude behavior? Did I enjoy being the object of desire?
Part of me shivered at the idea. But only a part. I never considered that an
older man might be interested in me. I had a hard enough time getting the
guys my age to give me a minute of their time.
I slipped off my apron and returned to the dining room to enjoy some of
my own cooking. Not bad. The roast was perfect. Mashed potatoes were
creamy and free of lumps. The veggies were awesome.
“Oh, I forgot the dinner rolls,” I said, quickly getting out of my chair. I
confess, I wasn’t very lady-like getting out of my seat. My skirt kept me
from spreading my legs too far, but Daniel still got a glimpse of my thighs.
Maybe more.
“So, Lucy. Tell me about your schoolwork,” suggested Daniel. “You’re an
artist?”
I smiled and nodded. “Yes, I’m in my third year at the university.
Sculpture is my focus. I can draw reasonably well, but there’s something
about cutting away at stone that stirs my creativity.”
 “That’s wonderful,” Daniel said with a smile. “I’d love to see some of
your work someday.”
I wasn’t going to say anything, but Daddy volunteered me. “Oh, you need
to see her studio. We converted some garage space for her to work in. She
can hammer away all day and night if she wants. Won’t bother me in the
least.”
“Oh really?” Daniel smiled.
“Lucy, go show our guest your studio. I’m sure Mr. Miller will be amazed
at your work. It’s beautiful.”
I think Daddy was really out of touch with what had been going on this
evening, with Daniel eyeing my body like a wolf looking over a rabbit.
Couldn’t he pick up on the tension developing between me and Daniel?
And now Daddy was setting me up to be alone with this creep. Daddy, what
were you thinking?
“By all means,” said Daniel, standing and depositing his napkin beside his
dinner plate. “Dessert can wait until after the tour.”
Daddy nodded his head but made no motion to stand. He leaned back in
his chair, glass of wine in his hands.
“Aren’t you coming too, Daddy?” I hoped he saw the desperate plea in
my eyes. Being alone with Daniel wasn’t going to be a good idea. I could
already tell by the man’s body language that he was anxious for us to be
alone.
“No, you two go ahead. I’m going to enjoy a few more bites of this
scrumptious roast. You really outdid yourself tonight, dear.” He sat upright
in his chair and turned his attention to his dinner plate.
What could I do? Daddy would be hurt if I declined Daniel a tour. And I
didn’t want to cause any problems for his job. I’d try to keep the tour short,
that way I could avoid his gaze.
“Follow me.” I stood and made for the hallway off the kitchen. “It’s
through here.”
He followed me through the garage where Daddy parked his car and
where I kept my bicycle. I rode it to school every day. It was good exercise
that kept me in shape. I opened the studio door and flipped on the lights.
Along one of the walls was a workbench where I kept my hammers, chisels,
files, and other necessary tools. Sculpting is a physically demanding job.
That also kept me in shape.
Along the opposite wall were several completed projects. In the middle of
the space was my current work in progress—a woman’s body from the
waist down. A nude, of course.
“Damn,” Daniel muttered. He walked along the row of completed pieces.
Turning to me, he asked, “Is it okay if I touch them?”
“Of course.” I appreciated his politeness. “You won’t hurt them.”
Daniel ran his fingers along the shapes of each one. He paused for a
moment and looked closely at the piece in front of him. He studied them for
a while.
“I was just thinking earlier tonight how I enjoy sleek elegance. And
perfection. Your pieces are truly perfection. I’m impressed!”
He stopped to look at a few more, when one seemed to really catch his
attention.
“This almost looks like a Georgia O’keeffe sculpture. But she only did
paintings, right?”
“You’re right.” I was pleased that he actually knew something about art,
even if it was limited to the erotic works of O’keeffe. “I visited her museum
in Santa Fe last year. So yeah, this one was highly influenced by her art.”
 “I can see it. The form of the female body. She’s lovely. Sexy. Erotic.
Your father doesn’t object to your more erotic compositions?”
“I don’t think Daddy knows exactly what they represent.”
He turned and smiled at me, a hungry look in his dark eyes. “And tell me
about this one here in the middle. Looks like you’re still working on it?”
“Yes, it’s my main project for this semester.” I smiled, mostly because I
was really enjoying the project, and it was nice to have someone show
interest in it. I was also glad that, at least for a while, Daniel was focused on
some other woman’s body instead of mine. I was just grateful that I had put
away the photos I was using of the model in the nude—because it was
mine. I was glad I wouldn’t need to explain those photos to him.
Daddy wouldn’t have understood that I needed a model for my work. I
couldn’t afford to pay anyone else, so I snapped selfies of my own naked
body. It was actually fun. A self portrait, though one with more personal
details than just a bust of my face. Seeing my own shape and imagining
people staring at it as sculptures in a display made me feel squirmy and hot.
Daniel ran his fingers along one of the buttocks of the sculpture.
“Beautiful.”
I shivered. “We should be going back now. Daddy will be wanting dessert
now.”
“This has been very enlightening. You’re a gifted artist. It would truly be
a shame if you had to drop out of school.”
I was stunned by his comment. Was he really thinking of firing Daddy?
Daniel’s face was expressionless. I wasn’t sure if he was so cold that firing
Daddy was just his job, or if he was sad by forcing me to drop out of
school.
 I paused at the door, allowing Daniel to step out of the studio before I
turned off the lights. As he passed by, looked down at my body. He didn’t
say anything. His smile told me enough. He already knew who the model
was for my project.
“Mr. Miller,” I said, feeling breathless.
“Don’t worry,” he murmured. “Your secret is safe with me.”
“Incredible work,” Daniel said to Daddy as we returned to the dining
room. “Your daughter is a very gifted young artist. She has the potential to
go far.”
“She is indeed,” Daddy said. “I don’t really understand all that she does
out there, but all of her professors rave about her work. I’m really proud of
Lucy.”
“Let’s have those dinner rolls,” Daddy said. He hadn’t budged from his
chair. It saddened me that he was always so sedentary. It wasn’t good for
him.
I served each of the men a couple of the rolls, along with a pat of butter. I
knew Daniel was watching my every move. It was obvious that he was
interested in me… sexually. It made my stomach do somersaults. Did I
want him to be interested? No. Of course not.
I just had to ignore the chemistry singing me whenever he looked me way
long enough for the dinner to end. Then this would be over.
I buttered Daddy’s rolls for him. I had always done that, even before Mom
died. It was just one of those things I enjoyed doing, and Daddy always let
me.
Daniel raised an eyebrow. “You can butter mine, too,” he said.
At first, I thought he was just joking, but then I realized he was serious. I
forced a smile and carefully tore apart one of the rolls. I knifed some butter
onto each half and placed them on a plate. “Here you go.”
“You have very nice hands for someone who works with a hammer and
chisel.”
“Oh, they are actually quite callused,” I admit ruefully. “You can’t really
tell, but it’s true. Sculpting is not an art form for the faint of heart.”
“Yes,” Daniel said. “I can tell you have a spark inside you.” Then he
turned to Daddy. “You know, I think we should go over those figures from
the Worthington account while I’m here. Maybe we can find a way of
improving your sales numbers.”
Daddy looked shocked. “But. But. I don’t have those documents here at
the house. They’re in the file cabinet at work.”
“Oh, that’s too bad. I really hoped we could go over them.”
“I can pull them up on the computer,” suggested Daddy. “I’m sure I have
them as an attachment to an email somewhere.”
“No, I hate looking at important contracts on a computer. I'd much rather
have a hard copy in my hands. That way we can write on them, make notes,
and jot down some ideas. Ah, well. It was just an idea.” Daniel stood up.
“Lucy, may I have my coat please?”
Daddy was shaken. I could see the absolute panic in his eyes.
“No, just wait here, sir. I’ll run to the office to get them. It’s not that far.
Lucy can keep you company while I’m gone.”
Now I was the one who was shook. Daddy really had no idea of what had
been going on between Daniel and me during the evening. And now he was
truly going to leave me alone with him? It was at least an hour round trip
for Daddy to go to the office, find the papers, and then come back home.
“Well, I guess that’s not a bad idea.” Daniel turned to me and smiled. “I’m
sure Lucy and I can find something to talk about.”
 Daddy disappeared for a moment and returned with his hat, coat, and
office keys in hand. “It won’t be too long, Lucy. You can serve Daniel some
of the amazing dessert you have in the kitchen. I’m sure he’ll enjoy that.
And give him a tour of the house. Especially your mother’s garden room.
The plants are looking wonderful, and it’s a relaxing place to eat dessert.”
Before I could say another word, Daddy was gone.
There I was, left alone with a man who had ogled my body and fondled
my ass while my own father was there in the house.
What would he do with Daddy gone?
“Have a seat, Mr. Miller,” I said, motioning to his chair at the dining room
table. “I’ll prepare some of that dessert for you. It’s lemon raspberry
cheesecake swirl—one of my favorites.”
I slipped past him and into the kitchen. To my dismay, he followed me.
“So, this is where the magic happens, eh?” he asked. “Nice. Small, but
nice. You should come to my place sometime and make dinner for me. The
kitchen is big with all those fancy appliances the builder suggested. No one
takes advantage of them because I don’t cook.”
“Sounds…nice,” I manage, my throat tight.
I started to plate some of the dessert, but he was right behind me. Close.
Too close. I could feel his breath on the back of my neck. My heart began
racing. Should I let him touch me? Should I stab him with a kitchen knife?
He couldn’t fire Daddy if he was dead.

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I DON’T REALLY KNOW how she did it, but the little spitfire managed to
spin around with a plate of her cheesecake thrust between the two of us. She
had the plate in one hand, and her other hand was holding on to the counter
behind her, just inches away from a very nasty-looking kitchen knife. So
much for tasting that lovely neck of hers.
“Here’s your dessert, Mr. Miller,” she said, standing perfectly still. She
forced the plate into my hand. “Let me get you a fork.” She slipped out
from between us and opened a drawer full of neatly organized silverware.
She produced a fork and turned back to hand it to me. “Perhaps it’s better if
we eat at the table?” she suggested.
She located another fork and a plate of cheesecake and led the way from
the kitchen into the dining room.
“Let’s eat!”
I give her a small smile. “Okay, Lucy, let’s see what your lemon raspberry
—what did you call it?”
“Lemon raspberry cheesecake swirl,” she replied. “I hope you love it.”
I cut a small piece with my fork and brought it to my lips. This had better
be good, I said silently to myself, because this is the only dessert you’re
getting tonight. No fucking your employee’s daughter. I was pleasantly
surprised. I’m not much for desserts. I usually j7ust ignored all the sweet
foods like cake and pie. “This is really good, Lucy. Thank you.”
She smiled at me and nodded. “I’m glad you like it, Mr. Miller.”
 I took another bite. It tasted wonderful, but I was sure the young lady
seated at the table near me tasted far sweeter. I couldn’t touch her, shouldn’t
touch her, but I could play with her just a little bit, couldn’t I? What would
be the harm?
“Your turn,” I said. “You take a bite.”
“Okay.” She cut a small bite and opened her mouth.
Her lips were full, her tongue agile as it swept out to taste. This was a
precious little package, this Lucy girl. I wasn’t sure how, but I knew then
and there that I wanted to have her. All of her. Fuck.
“Let’s take a look at your home.” As much as I liked the idea of taking her
right there on the dining room table, it was too soon. Perhaps she and I
could find a more comfortable place to enjoy each other’s company.
“Oh,” she said. “Uh…sure.”
Since she didn’t seem inclined to lead a tour, I explored her house at my
own leisure. She followed me around their house like a puppy dog. I
enjoyed that a little too much.
I found the garden room Philip had mentioned. It was filled with several
tropical looking plants, and the temperature was kept higher than the other
rooms in the house. It was pleasant but would require some more
comfortable furniture to entice me to sit there for long. The furniture didn’t
look too appealing, either. A few ratan pieces and a small cast iron table
with two arm chairs. Probably some friendlier clothing as well. In my suit,
the room would have become uncomfortable rather quickly. Some shorts
and a casual shirt would be much better. And Lucy, of course, wearing as
little as possible.
Her father’s room was decorated with a bed, a dresser, nightstand, and a
lamp. Nothing inspiring there. Next was Lucy’s room. Much more
appealing, although definitely a girl’s room. A frilly bedspread covered a
twin-sized bed. I wasn’t sure how she slept in something so small. She
wasn’t as neat in her own room, as there was a basket of unfolded clothes
dropped in one corner, a pair of dusty overalls hung on the back of her door,
and a dresser with a drawer pulled open and a tangled mess of bra straps
hanging over its sides.
I poked my nose into her bathroom. Clean, except for some clothing items
on the vanity. A bra, a blouse, and a pair of panties.
Lucy stepped in behind me. I could see her cringe a little as she realized
she’d left panties out for someone to see. “I didn’t know you were going to
insist on a full tour,” she said, putting a little steel into her voice.
“I came here to learn about my employee,” I tell her, stepping close. “And
that’s exactly what I’m doing. Learning about him…and his daughter.”
Her cheeks flush. “You’re being too forward.”
A small laugh. “You have no idea how forward I can be.”
“Let’s go to the living room,” she said firmly, as if she would be safe
there.
That sounded like a plan. I could enjoy the sight of her as easily there as I
could here. I followed her out, slipping a pair of panties into my pocket. A
little memento.
She sat down on the sofa, which surprised me a little. I would have
expected her to sit in one of the smaller pieces of furniture. I sat down
beside her. Not too close. I didn’t want to scare her away just as we were
finally getting to be close to each other.
“It’s a nice home, Lucy. Your father is taking good care of you.”
“Thanks. He tries.”
 I couldn’t resist any longer. Her pencil skirt had ridden up when she sat
down, exposing her beautiful legs. I think she realized that at about the
same time I did. She was suddenly vulnerable. I reached out and put my
hand on her leg. It felt good under my hand. She jumped but didn’t move
away.
“You’re a lovely girl, Lucy.”
She gushes, her words coming faster as she tries to ignore the obvious.
“Daddy loves working for you. You’re all he talks about when he comes
home from the office.”
“Let’s be honest, Lucy. Your dad thinks I’m an asshole.”
She started to object. “No, I’m sure that he—”
“No, seriously, Lucy. He does. And he’s right. I am an asshole.”
“Oh, I’m sure you're not like that. You just have a tough job. Given a little
more time, you’ll get the whole department turned around and headed in the
right direction.”
“Lucy, I’m good at one thing.”
“What’s that, Mr. Miller?”
“Firing people. That’s why they brought me down to your father’s
department. To fire people. Look. There’s only one way to salvage what’s
been going on down there, and that’s to let all of those people go. Cut
overhead. Cut expenses. Get rid of the deadwood. I might be able to keep
one or two people on board. But that’s it. Everyone else goes. That includes
your father.”
“No, you can’t do that.” She seemed to have forgotten my hand on her
leg. She turned towards me and my hand slid up under the hem of her skirt.
It wasn’t intentional on my part, although I certainly didn’t object. She
didn’t seem to object, either, but maybe she was just trying to ignore what
was going on.
“Daddy loves the company. He’s given twenty years of his life to it. Hard
years. He stayed there even when things got really tough. Why would you
do that to him now?”
“Why do you think they brought me down there?” Surely this girl wasn’t
stupid. “Your father’s old boss knew what needed to be done but didn’t
have the guts to cut and slash where it needed it. I don’t know if he was a
pussy, or if he had some kind of love for everyone there. He got fired, and
senior management sent me in to clean things up. That’s the way things go.”
“But Daddy will never find another job. He’s too old. He said the
economy is in shambles.”
“That’s not my problem, Lucy. Times are tough for lots of people.”
“But what about his heart?” Lucy’s eyes began to tear a little. “He had a
heart attack just nine months ago.”
“He should have taken better care of himself. Exercised more. Either way,
it’s not my problem. I don’t…enjoy firing people. But I’m good at it. I
should have done it before he even invited me but…” But I saw a photo of
you, and I had to meet you. Only to discover you’re more gorgeous in
person. As well as sweet and loyal and earnest. Fuck.
“He could have another heart attack if you fire him.”
“It’s not personal, Lucy. It’s business.”
“You are an asshole, you know that?”
That made me smile. “It’s what I’ve been trying to tell you, Lucy. I’m an
asshole. It’s my job.”
I turned towards her. Leaving my one hand up her skirt, I took hold of her
cute little chin with the other. “Lucy. I like you. You’re a nice girl. But it’s
time you realized that this world is a terrible place. It doesn’t matter how
long someone has been with a company. All that matters is money. And
your dad isn’t making enough to justify his position.”
I hated to admit it, but I really liked this girl. She was attractive. Talented.
Committed to her father, and it’s hard to find committed people, even in this
strange world we live in. Honestly, I didn’t think I’d ever been as attracted
to a girl as I was to Lucy. But she needed to know I was serious.
I pushed my hand up further under her skirt and took a firm grip of her
thigh. She was a little startled by my quick move, but she didn’t push me
away. She just looked straight at me, like she knew what I was going to say
next.
Like she knew what I was going to say even before I did.
Was I really going to take this step?
Was I really going to be this ruthless in pursuit of her perfect pussy?
“You know, there is a way you can help salvage your father’s position
with the company. You’ve always been a good daughter. You’ve always
cared for him. Maybe it’s time you did a little more for dear old Daddy.”
Her eyes widened with surprise. A pulse beat rapidly at the base of her
nerck.
The tears that had been trying to well up had disappeared.
“Sleep with me. I’ll let your dad keep his job. And if you’re good to me in
bed, I’ll even let you enjoy the experience. I’ll even let you climax. I think
that will be a first for you, won’t it, Lucy?”
I lifted her chin towards me. She stared at me, her expression defiant, but
she had no choice. If she didn’t give herself to me, her dad would lose his
job, and she would be forced to drop out of college.
 I kissed her, softly, gently. It was almost mocking, that kiss, so close to
what someone might do on a date. Except this wasn’t a date. This was
coercion. She tasted sweet and saltyfrom a single tear that fell down her
cheek. Fuck. I really was an asshole. I pushed my hand further up her skirt,
but she squeezed her legs together like a vice.
“Do you touch yourself at night in that little bed with its frilly lace?” I
murmur.
“No,” she lied. “Never.”
I kissed her again, harder. She may have tried to deny it, but her whimper
told me everything I needed to know. I let go of her chin and slid my hand
down onto her chest. Her breasts were firm and I could feel her hard nipple
through the fabric of her blouse and bra.
I started to unbutton her blouse. One button. Then two.
I slipped my hand under the fabric of her top.
And then the front door opened, and her father stepped into the house.
“I’m back,” he called.
Lucy jumped up and quickly buttoned her blouse. I don’t think her dad
even noticed that she and I were on the couch in each other’s arms. I stood
and straightened my clothes. Just then, Philip came into the living room.
“Oh, there you are. I have the documents for the Worthington account.”
“Let’s take them into the dining room. We can spread them out on the
table,” I instructed, forcing my breath to come even, forcing my erection
down. Later. There will be time for that later.. “Lucy. Come help clear the
table so we have room to work.”
Lucy appeared at the door to the dining room. A little sheepish at first,
then she jumped to the task of getting the dishes off the table. She took a
damp cloth and wiped down the table. I watched her for a moment,
admiring her, wondering whether I could go through with this.
“Lucy, I want you to stay and take some notes.”
“That’s a great idea,” her father said.
“In fact, I’ve been thinking about bringing on an assistant to help with
things at the office. I’m sure you’d be the perfect candidate.”
“But I have school,” she protested.
“It won’t be full time. Just come to the office when class is over. I’ll be
sure to give you enough time to get your schoolwork done.”
She hesitated. I looked at Lucy, then at her father, and back again at her. I
raised my eyebrows.
I could tell I’d won. She had lost. And that’s the way I worked.

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“WHAT AN IDIOT!”
Unfortunately, I was talking about myself. I was so foolish to accept
Daniel’s request that I become his assistant. This could go nowhere but
down.
I showered at the university gym and changed into a skirt, blouse, and
some black slingback heels. I skipped the pantyhose today—I hated
wearing them anyway. I knew the offices were busy with people, so I
wasn’t worried about Daniel pulling some stunt.
All I had to do was get through the next few hours. Easy.
Daddy’s office building wasn’t too far from the school, so I was able to
walk. Rather than ride my bike, I had Daddy drop me off at school on his
way into work.
Mr. Miller was a monster. I hated him. The way he manipulated people
was disgusting. The way he treated Daddy was just cruel. And the way he
played me—all he wanted was to fuck me. He didn’t really care about me
or my future. He just wanted in my panties.
Speaking of panties, I was pretty sure he stole the panties I had left on my
vanity. What an asshole. What’s he going to do with them anyway?
And then the way he mauled me when we were talking in the living room.
I could still feel the light pressure of his hand on my thighs. And never had
anyone even come close to touching my breasts. I felt violated. And…
turned on? The combination confused me.
 It pissed me off that a part of me wanted him to do all of that to me. He
was right, of course. I had touched my sex on many lonely nights in my
bed. I’d sleep naked just because it felt good. I knew Daddy would never
come in—he just wouldn’t. Sometimes I lay naked on top of my sheets and
took photos with my phone. I never shared them with anyone. I always
deleted them just in case Daddy happened to see me looking at my phone. I
liked my body. I wanted a man to like my body, too.
I wasn’t sure what to do next. I knew he’d try to kiss me again. He
seemed to enjoy humiliating me. One minute, saying how much he
appreciated me, and the next telling me that if I didn’t let him touch me,
he’d fire Daddy.
I rode the elevator up to the third floor where Daddy’s office was. I hoped
he had a great day. After all, I gave Daniel what he wanted last night. The
only reason we didn’t go further was because Daddy came home a little
faster than Daniel had anticipated. Another ten minutes and I would have
been topless, and Daniel would have probably had my panties down to my
ankles.
Damn. I confess, I could feel my panties getting damp just from thinking
about it. Talk about mixed emotions. Good thing he couldn’t touch me there
in the office.
On the ride up to the third floor in the elevator, I double-checked my skirt
and blouse, making sure everything was straight, buttons completely done,
and looking as professional as possible. I wanted Daddy to be proud of me,
all grown up and looking like I belonged in the corporate environment. I
stepped out of the elevator and was shocked. There was absolute silence.
The only sound I could hear were the heels of my own shoes clicking on the
tile floor. Most of the lights were out or dimmed, giving the hallways an
eerie, abandoned look.
I turned down a hallway that I knew led to Daddy’s office. It was
carpeted, so my footfall was quieter. All of the office doors were closed.
Lights were off. Usually there was the sound of a printer, people standing in
the hallway talking business or about their weekend adventures.
Now, there was nothing.
I breathed a little easier when I saw that the door to Daddy’s office was
open, and light spilled out into the hallway. I was sure Daddy would offer
some simple explanation for the department feeling like a ghost town.
I stepped into the office and came to an abrupt stop. It was empty. There
was a desk and a chair, a few file cabinets, and a bookshelf, but all of the
decorations I expected to see in Daddy’s office were gone. Even my framed
photo that he always kept on the corner of his desk was gone. The only
familiar sight was Daniel, seated in Daddy’s desk chair.
“What’s going on?” I blurted out. “Where’s Daddy? What happened
here?”
Daniel leaned back in the desk chair and smiled. I could feel his eyes on
me, doing things to me in his mind.
“The department was sent home early today.” His face turned cold.
“They’re to wait on a call from me, or from Human Resources. If it’s from
me, they have a job tomorrow. If it’s from HR, then—” His voice trailed
off.
“So, Daddy is at home?” It didn’t make sense. If he was home waiting for
a call, why was his office empty?
“No. Your ‘Daddy’ is down in HR right now, filling out his termination
paperwork. I fired him—” He paused to look at his watch. “I fired him an
hour ago.”
It took no time for the tears to start rolling down my face. I had done what
this man had asked to protect Daddy from losing his job. He fired him
anyway.
“But I wanted to meet you here so you’d know what had happened.”
Daniel stood up and walked over, like he wanted to comfort me or
something. I was hurting, but he wasn’t the one I wanted to get a hug from.
“Please, don’t,” I said, turning my back to him.
“I have an offer for you,” he said, coming up close behind me. He put his
hands on my shoulders. “A way you can help your father keep his job.”
Oh shit. I knew what was coming next.
He came closer, putting his mouth next to my ear. I could feel his warm
breath, and I could feel his chest up against my back.
“Let me touch you. Let me hold you and kiss you.” He kissed my ear and
I felt a shiver run down my back. I wasn’t sure if it was fear or if it was
arousal. Maybe a combination of both.
I nodded. What else could I do? I knew it would come to this. If I wanted
to save Daddy’s job, I was going to have to let Daniel have his way with
me.
“Come here.” He led me behind the desk and sat me on it facing the chair.
He sat down and put his hands on my knees. “You have lovely legs, Lucy.”
He started to push my legs apart. “Very.” He spread them a little more.
“Lovely.” Even more. “Legs.”
With my legs wide open, he slowly kissed my knees, then higher. He
lifted his head. The expression on his face was both joy and anger. Sitting
between my knees, he reached up and started to unbutton my blouse.
 “Enjoy it,” he said quietly. “There’s no one around. Everyone’s too afraid
to come here today. It’s just me.” He unbuttoned two more buttons. “And
you.” He finished the last one. “Take it off.”
I’d never let a man touch me. And let some guy just look at my breasts?
Never before. Even my doctors as a kid growing up had all been women.
This was going to be a first.
“Beautiful,” said Daniel as my blouse slipped off my shoulders and down
behind me on the desk. “And now your bra. All the way.”
I took a deep breath and guided my shoulder straps down onto my arms. I
reached behind and unhooked it. And then, it was at my waist. Daniel took
it in his hands and shoved his face into one of the cups.
“Nice.” Then he dropped it on the floor beside him. He didn’t waste any
time. He raised up from the chair and leaned against me. His hips were
between my knees, his hands on my chest just below each breast. He kissed
one nipple. Then the other.
To my chagrin a low moan escaped me. He started to suck on them. Right
there on the desk that Daddy had worked at for twenty years. Then, without
any warning, he had a hand between my legs and slipped his fingers under
my panties.
“Do you like it?”
I didn’t say anything.
“Lucy. Tell me. Do. You. Like. It?’”
“I don’t know,” I whispered. It was an honest answer. Ten minutes ago, I
was as innocent as a girl could be. Now, I had a man sucking on my bare
chest and his fingers rubbing my clit.
“Tell me you’re wet.”
“I. I’m—wet.”
 “Say it like you mean it, sweetheart. Don’t bother to lie, because this
sweet pussy is already soaking for me. Your body is telling me how much
you like it.”
“Mr. Miller.”
“Again.”
“Mr. Miller!”
“Tell me what you like.”
“What do you mean?” What the hell was that supposed to mean? My
nipples were tight and aching. My body felt like it was on fire.
“Tell me what feels good.” He looked up at me, my boobs partly blocking
the view of his face. “Tell me to touch you.”
“Touch me.”
“Or to lick you. Should I like you?.” One of his fingers found its way up
inside of me. I wanted to scream, but it wouldn’t do any good. “Say, ‘Lick
me, Daddy!”
“Oh no, I can’t say that!” What the hell was with this guy?
“If you want your Daddy to keep his job, say it!”
He meant it. I could tell.
A tear rolled down my check. It hurt to say that. It really hurt.
“Lick me, Daddy,” I finally said. “Touch me, Daddy. Please?”
“Now you’re talking.”
He pushed my legs together and tugged on my panties until they were
down at my feet.
“Do you want my cock, Lucy?” He pushed my legs apart again, revealing
everything he wanted to see. “Christ, this is a beautiful pussy. I fucking love
it.”
 I was wet. I didn’t want to admit it, but I could feel it running down my
thigh. He was turning me on.
“Ask for my mouth.”
I just nodded my head.
“No, Lucy. Tell me you want my mouth!”
“Give me your mouth.” I had no idea what it would feel like to have his
mouth on me. I had fingered myself dozens of times. But just one finger.
Maybe two if I was really hot.
“Beg for it, Lucy. Tell your Daddy that you want me to suck your hard
little clit until you come. Tell me you want to ride my face.”
“Mr. Miller, please don’t ask me to say that.”
“We’re alone now, Lucy. You can call me Daniel. And yes, I want you to
beg like I am your precious Daddy. Beg for me.”
It took as much effort as I could find. My mouth opened. Nothing came
out.
“Don’t disappoint me, Lucy.”
“Oh, Daddy.” Tears ran down my face. “Oh God, Daddy. Sorry, Daddy.”
He wasn’t going to let up. I could tell by his look. He wanted me to say it.
Nothing I could do. “Daddy, I want your mouth.”
Daniel knelt down in front of me. The bulge in his pants was large. He
could use it to fuck me so easily. Isn’t that what men usually wanted?
Instead he was between my legs, so incredibly close to my sex it made me
face burn.
“There you are, baby,” he murmured. “All ready for me, aren’t you?”
I didn’t know what else to do. I had been leaning back on my arms as he
sucked my breasts and fingered my pussy. Moving forward a little, I moved
one of my arms in front of me. I reached out. I reached out to touch him. To
touch him.
“Not yet, sweetheart,” he laughed, a little unsteadily. “You want that? It’s
gonna require more than just playing around in your Daddy’s office.”
I was confused. I thought he wanted me to take his cock. “Don't you want
me to touch it? Don’t you want to…put it inside me?”
“Later. For now, I want to see you beg for your Daddy’s job.”
Then he kneeled on the floor in front of me and pulled me close to him.
He kissed my thighs. He licked them. Then his tongue found my clit and he
ran it all around. His hands grabbed both of my butt cheeks and he pulled
me tight against his mouth.
I hated him. I wanted him. Before I knew it, I had come all over the top of
Daddy’s desk. It was a mess. I was a mess. Daniel stood up and laughed.
“You should see yourself. So pathetic.” He picked up my blouse and used
it to wipe off his face. “You taste good, though, girl. Very good. There’s
hope for you yet.”
I just sat there. Was I supposed to say thank you?
“Tomorrow. After school. See you in my office. Don’t be late. Wear a
short skirt.”
He turned and walked out of the room.

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Lucy

“OH, DADDY!” I CRIED when he arrived at home. “I heard what

happened. You got fired? But why?”
Daddy walked in, looking tired and defeated, but he still had a smile on
his face.
“Well, it was a challenging day, but in the end it worked out just fine,” he
said, giving me a little hug as he shuffled into the living room.
“What do you mean it was just fine?”
“Daniel came down to HR this afternoon and straightened everything out.
Apparently, there was some miscommunication, so I’m back to work as
usual in the morning.”
“Oh, that’s great news, Daddy! I was really worried for you. Are you
feeling okay?”
I helped him take off his overcoat and loosen his tie. Once I had his shoes
off and had him sitting in his favorite recliner, I made him a rum and Coke.
“That’s it. Perfect,” he said after taking a few sips. “Where would I be
without my lovely Lucy?”
“I’m just glad you're okay. But you need to rest. I’m worried about your
heart.”
“I’ll be fine,” he said with a weak smile.
“So, you’ll get your things put back in your office in the morning?” I
asked. It just hit me that the top of his desk was a mess. My mess. And
probably some on his chair, too.
“Oh, I moved back in already. That’s why I was a little late.”
 I was mortified. I hoped maybe I could get to his office a few minutes
before he arrived in the morning so I could wipe down his desk. Clean it up
and maybe spray some air freshener around the room so he would never
know what happened. But it was too late.
“Yeah, my desk was a mess. Like someone had already tried to move in
when I’d just barely gotten kicked out. It’s okay. I’m back.”
I sighed. At least he didn't know what it was. I prayed he would never
know.
Just then, my phone rang. It was Ariel, my best friend from college.
“Hey, Ariel, how are you?” I asked, grateful for the distraction from
Daddy’s situation.
“I’m okay,” she answered, “but I’m stressed out about my art history
assignment.
“Do you need help with it?”
“No, it’s done. I just don’t know if my professor will be happy with it.”
She paused. “I’m going out for a drink. Hoped you could join me?”
“Let me check on Daddy. He had a rough day. Then I’ll join you. Usual
place?”
***
Ariel had a booth near the back of the bar. It was our favorite place. We
could see everything that was happening but also avoid getting too much
attention from the frat boys who came there to get wasted.
“So tell me about your project?” I asked.
“Hmm, well I just am worried that my professor will like my thesis
statement. It was a little wordy.”
“You have Dr. Albright?”
“Yeah. It’s my first paper for him.”
 “Don’t worry. The man thrives on being wordy. You might be surprised.
He’s likely to say you could have added another clause or two. Or three.”
We laughed. College was hard, but it was fun too. I was so glad that
Daddy still had his job.
“So, Daddy almost got fired today.” I sipped some beer from my glass.
Daddy always preferred wine with dinner and a hard drink in the evening.
For me, beer was the answer to everything. Of course, Daddy didn’t know.
He thought I was more sophisticated than that.
“He got fired?” Ariel almost leaped out of her seat. “What are you going
to do about school? You’ll lose your house. And what about tuition?”
“Almost got fired.” Poor Ariel only seemed to hear what she wanted to.
“His boss is a real asshole. He’s threatening everyone. And since Daddy is
the lead sales manager for his department, his head is on the chopping
block.”
“So what happened?” Ariel leaned forward, not wanting to miss anything
important.
“His boss and I…” I wasn’t really sure how to explain it.
“You and your dad’s boss? Yes? Go on?”
“Daddy’s boss came to the house for dinner a few nights ago. He told me
I’d have to…to let him kiss me if I wanted my dad to keep his job.”
“What?” Ariel cried, outraged on my behalf. “That’s horrible.”
“I thought he might be playing around but the next day they told my dad
he was fired.”
“Oh shit.”
“Then his boss came in and said it was a mistake…as long as I act as his
assistant after school. I’m afraid to even wonder what that will entail.”
“You should report him.”
 My stomach sinks. “I know, but this guy has a lot of power at the
company. They call him the Ice Man, apparently. He fires everyone and
does the things people are too scared to do. It would be my word against
his.”
“Well, he shouldn’t get away with this. I hate old, rich guys who think
they can get whatever they want.”
“He’s older, but he’s not old, if that makes sense. He dresses in these suits
that—And his eyes are like—I’m not sure what I’m saying.”
“I think you’re saying that he’s a hottie. Which is nice, but it doesn’t make
what he’s doing okay.”
“I know, I just don’t know what else I can do.”
“So what? You let him fuck you to save your dad’s job?” I could tell Ariel
was alarmed. The fire in her eyes told me she was ready to call the police.
“Well, no. We didn’t have sex.” Not exactly.
“So what happened?”
“After dinner, he sent Daddy to get some papers from the office. Daniel—
that’s his boss’s name—was all over me. At first it was just suggestive. But
—after a while, we started kissing and he had his hands up my skirt. He
would have had my blouse off in a few minutes if Daddy hadn’t come home
with the paperwork.”
“I’ll call the cops. My uncle has a friend on the police force.” Ariel started
reaching for her phone.
“No. No. No.” I stopped her. No need for that.
“But he assaulted you?”
“I…No.”
“You what?”
“I let him. I let him put his hands up my skirt. I let him open my blouse.”
 “You let him?” I could see the expression on her face. She was truly
worried for me.
“I’ll be okay. Look, if I hadn't let him touch me, he would have fired
Daddy.”
“He’s not going to stop there.”
“He asked me to be his personal assistant. I went to the office after
school.”
“Daniel, eh? Sounds like a fuckwad. So what? You did something in his
office too?”
“When I got to Daddy’s office, everything was cleaned out. All of his
stuff. The whole staff had been sent to HR.”
“So you went to Daniel’s office?”
“No. Daniel was there. In Daddy’s office.”
“Waiting for you?”
“Yeah, he said that Daddy had been fired. But maybe I could do
something to get his job back.”
“And then?” There’s a glint in her eyes. I wasn’t sure if Ariel wanted to
know because she was worried for me, or if she wanted to hear all of the
juicy details.
“He had me sit on Daddy’s desk. Daniel sat in Daddy’s chair.”
“What were you wearing?”
“A skirt.”
“Of course you were.”
“It’s a professional-level job. That’s what I’m expected to wear.”
“Pantyhose?”
“No, I changed at school and didn’t want to be bothered with pantyhose.”
“Oh Lucy,” she shook her head. “And then what?”
 “So, I spread my legs and he ate me. He teased me at first. And he made
me say some crude things.”
“Crude? Like how crude?”
“He made me call him Daddy.”
“Oh Lucy, he’s a jerk. Really, let’s call the police!”
“No. Don’t. Because…” Because I secretly enjoyed it. Not the part about
calling him Daddy, but the rest of it. Oh hell, maybe calling him Daddy was
hot, too. “Because if we do that my father will still get fired, along with
everyone else. And he’ll be so ashamed of me. At least this way he gets to
keep his job and I get to stay in college.”
“So you fucked him on your dad’s desk?”
“No. We didn’t go quite that far. He had me topless. My panties were on
the floor and my skirt was up to my waist.”
“Not naked, but damn near,” stated Ariel. “So the next question—are you
going to see him again?”
“Yes. I’m going to his office tomorrow after school. He gave Daddy his
job back. I owe him.”
“You don’t owe him anything. You did the dirty deeds he wanted. Your
dad has his job back. Tell that Daniel bastard that you quit!”
“But I can’t. He’ll fire Daddy. Then I won’t be able to finish school. And
then we’ll lose the house. And Daddy’s heart. Oh, it will kill him if he loses
that job. There’s nowhere else for a man his age to go.”
“Lucy. You’re my best friend. I’m really worried about you. Be careful.
Please, be careful!”
“I will. I need to do it for Daddy. And, like I said, I know he’s an ass, but
Daniel is…it’s hard to explain. He’s making me do this, but he also is
considerate of me. He makes sure that I…that I enjoy it.”
 “So he knows what he’s doing with his cock because he’s older.”
“I guess.”
“No, really. Those older guys have a way of getting to you. Daniel
probably has done this a dozen times before. Maybe more. Guys like him
are experts at manipulating people and getting what they want. Whatever
they want. Trust me.”
“Sounds like you know something about that.” Ariel had never mentioned
any relationships with older men in her life.
“Let’s just say I had a situationship when I first started college.”
“Someone who went here?”
“It was all about a grade.”
“You fucked your teacher for a grade?”
“Shhh, don’t say that so loud!”
“But he was an older guy? Did you—did you do it more than once?”
“Yeah, he was in his 50s. But he was attractive. Very.”
“Sounds like you liked him.”
“I did. But he just wanted me for my young body. I was a virgin, and that
meant something to him. But once we’d been sleeping together for a few
months, he found someone else. Some other innocent girl with a sweet
body.”
“I’m still a virgin—except for how he touched me. And the way he kissed
me.” All of me. My cheeks flush hot, and Arial gives me a knowing look.
I was scared, but I knew what I needed to do. And what I wanted to do.
And if that meant giving him my innocence—all of it—then that’s what I’d
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Daniel

“SO, YOU’RE SAYING THAT with the adjustments made to the

Wilkerson account, we can put your department back on track for a
successful quarter?”
“Yes, Mr. Miller,” Philip said, nodding. “This one account can make all
the difference we need to come out on top.”
He was full of bullshit, of course. The Wilkerson account wasn’t
substantial enough, even with the proposed changes, to make a real
difference in the department’s numbers. And why does he have to be so
damned pathetic? It pissed me off. Maybe he could hit actual sales numbers
his daughter wouldn’t have to spread her legs for assholes like me.
“Take a look at the Rodgers and Sanchez accounts, too. Maybe you’ve
overlooked something there.”
Just like I’m overlooking the problem of your daughter, I thought to
myself. Seriously. Why did she have to be so fucking hot? I could still see
those sweet tits staring right at my face the other day when we were in
Philip’s office. They were perfectly made for my hands. For my mouth.
Philip rattled through some papers while I leaned back in my office chair.
Lucy was just a pawn, damn it. There wasn’t any relationship there. She
was just a means to an end. I was going to fuck her out of my system. And
if the sales numbers went up in the process? All the better. Once that was
done, those pretty tits and perfect pussy wouldn’t be needed anymore.
They don’t call me the Ice Man for nothing.
 There was a timid knock at the door. I looked at the doorway to where a
slender young woman with lovely black hair stood waiting for my response.
It was Lucy. I invited her in.
“Hi, Mr. Miller. Hi, Daddy.”
The way she said ‘Daddy’ made me sick. So sweet and lovey-dovey. But
it was exactly the type of relationship that allowed me to use her to get to
her father. Some girls enjoyed that sort of thing, but then they’d have their
cell phones recording conversations. And maybe some video, too, so they
could sue me or even blackmail me, depending on their level of
desperation.
And then there were girls like Lucy. It wasn’t that she was stupid.
She just didn’t think that way.
She was too good for her father, and way too fucking good for me.
That wouldn’t stop me from taking her, though.
“Philip, keep looking at those numbers. But do it in your office. In fact,
pull a few of your sales guys into the conference room down on the second
floor. Go over those numbers again and see what you come up with.”
Lucy stood perfectly still, standing up against the wall of my office. She
held a notepad and pen in her hands, her arms crossed over her chest. A
pretty pink blouse barely covered her tits. Her skirt was decidedly shorter
than the others I’d seen her wearing. And the look she was giving me told
me everything I needed to know.
She was ready for anything I asked of her. Ready and even hungry for it.
Perfect. Absolutely perfect.
“See you later, Lucy,” said Philip, looking at his dear daughter as he
headed out the door. He glanced back at me for just a moment. I gave him
my coldest stare, and the old fool scampered out the door like a soundly
beaten whelp.
“See you, Daddy.”
But she didn’t waste any time looking at her father stumbling out the door.
Her gaze was fixed on me. Good lord. I almost felt bad for her. She was
sweet and pretty. Had the world been different, had I been a different man, I
might even have considered having a serious relationship with her. But who
the hell was I fooling? She was just a tool. A disposable tool.
“Close the door, Lucy, please.” I wasn’t sure what type of voice to use
with her. I didn’t want to sound like she meant anything to me. But I also
didn’t want to frighten her away. It was a delicate balance. One that turned
me the fuck on. “And lock it, too. We have some things to discuss, and I
don’t want to be bothered by anyone.”
“Yes, Mr. Miller.” She closed the door and turned the lock in the handle.
She also slid the deadbolt into place. Yes, she knows exactly what’s going
to happen here.
I hoped my smile wasn’t as cruel as it felt. I was one of those managers
who only smiled for two reasons. Either I saw something I really liked and
was going to celebrate it, or I saw something that was really fucked up and I
was going to enjoy chewing someone’s ass out until it was fixed. In this
case, it was both. I loved her nervousness. And I was going to enjoy her ass.
She came around to the side of my desk and let her arms drop down to her
sides. Her lovely long legs were within easy reach of my arms if I wanted to
touch them. I wanted to. But this needed to be done differently.
“Are we going to do it again, Mr. Miller? What we did before—on
Daddy’s desk?” She breathed in deeply and her breasts seemed like they
wanted to escape from the flimsy bra that kept them captive.
 “I think you’d rather like that, wouldn’t you, baby girl?”
“Of course not,” she said, using her free hand to slightly raise the hem of
her skirt, exposing her lovely thigh. “I’m only here because you’re making
me.”
I tried not to laugh. It wasn’t a funny laugh that wanted to escape. I felt
like some crazed madman who had just realized the perfect plan. She was
serious, and I could have her sitting naked in my lap before I could count to
ten. She was that anxious.
“Sorry, sweet Lucy, but I know better.” I smiled at her. “You can tell
yourself you’re only here because I’m making you, but I tasted how hot you
got when I licked you. You liked that, didn’t you? Answer me.”
A long pause. “Yes,” she whispered.
“Good girl. I enjoyed it, too, but I won’t be licking your lovely little clit
today.”
She actually looked disappointed. Her smile changed to a frown, and she
hunched forward.
“Don’t look so sad, Lucy. We had fun the other day.”
She really was down about that. I think she had made plans to let me lick
her pussy. And those tits. “Today, dear, you’re actually going to do some
work. Get that notepad out and click the pen.”
“What? Oh, you want me to write stuff down?” she said with a genuine
frown.
I took a deep breath. How could something this sweet be so eager to give
herself to me?
“Come here, Lucy.” I pushed my chair away from the desk and motioned
for her to come close to me. She stood there between me and my desk. I
didn’t know if she noticed yet, but I was as hard as I could get. There was
no way she couldn’t see the bulge in my pants.
“Yes, Mr. Miller? What should I write?”
“At the top of the paper, write ‘Mr. Miller’s Instructions.’”
“Okay,” she said and carefully wrote on her notepad. “Then what?”
“Then, write Number 1: Get down on your knees.”
“You want me to write that? Really?”
“Yes, dear, please write it, just like I said.”
I couldn’t see if she was writing it exactly, but I was sure she was. She
was such an obedient young woman. Fuck if that didn’t drive me crazy.
“Now, show me that you understand the instructions.”
“What do you mean, Mr. Miller?”
“What does it say to do?”
“Get down on my knees.”
“Then—get down on your knees.”
She looked a little flustered at first, but then slowly got down on her knees
just under my desk.
“You look so lovely down there, Lucy. See, it wasn’t hard to follow my
instructions, was it?”
“No, sir.”
“Now write this down. ‘Number 2: Undo Mr. Miller’s belt.’”
Her eyes grew big. I doubted she had ever given a man a blowjob before
—in fact, I questioned if she’d ever seen a man’s penis before, except
maybe on some internet video.
After she wrote it down, I motioned for her to open my belt. She was so
nervous, I thought she’d never get my belt unfastened.
“Number 3: Unfasten my pants and unzip them.”
 She started to just do it, but I made her stop and write it down.
“I want you to remember this, dear. In case you have the opportunity to do
this again someday. You do want to do this again, yes?”
She nodded her head and began writing. Then she reached for my pants
and did as she had been told. I was sure she could see it now.
I continued to give her instructions, which she wrote down. Some of them
I made her repeat out loud. Others, I just told her to do.
“Lick the tip, just like it was your favorite lollipop.”
Her tongue was unsure at first, but I made her practice.
“Again. Again.”
“Yes, sir.”
It wasn’t long before she was enjoying it. I mean, really enjoying it. I
finally let her drop the pad and pen on the floor and just do everything she’d
been told to do. She licked me up one side of my shaft and then down the
other. She sucked on it. Then she licked my balls and sucked on them. Then
she sat up a little so she could take all of me in her mouth. I doubted she
could do it, but I was pleasantly surprised.
“Suck on it more,” I told her. I could feel my body getting even more
aroused. “Wait. Stop.”
She gave me a puzzled look as she stopped mid-stroke with her lips sealed
around my cock.
“Sit up.”
She did, and I unbuttoned her blouse. Her bra hooked in the front, so I
opened it and let her tits pop out.
“Damn, they’re beautiful.” I pushed her head back down and she quickly
resumed what she had been doing. Seeing her tits now just got me even
more excited. Whether I wanted to admit it or not, this girl really turned me
on.
She kept sucking me, each time a little faster, a little harder, a little more
sure of herself. It felt good, but it was time for a little humiliation. I wanted
to keep her in her place.
“Give me that paper. There on my desk.” I pointed to a computer printout,
which she grabbed from the desktop. As she did, her tits brushed up against
my cock, and I thought I was going to lose it right then.
“Have you ever seen a man cum?” I asked her. She admitted that she had
on a video once, but never in person. “Well, here’s your chance, Lucy.
Watch.”
I proceeded to jack off on the paper. It was a huge load of semen, and she
was shocked when some of it landed on her tits.
“See that? That’s what will explode inside your pussy when we fuck. Are
you ready for that?”
At first she just stared at the mess on the paper. Then she nodded her head
like it was okay. She was probably just agreeing to make me happy. Good
girl.
“Well, if this is the first time you’ve seen it live, then smell it. You won’t
soon forget it.”
I tossed the paper in the trash can. It was just one of her father’s bullshit
reports anyway.
“Now lick my cock. Clean it off. Suck up all of the cum. On my shaft, on
my balls. Everywhere.”
And she did. I couldn’t tell if she liked the taste or not, but she didn’t
complain. She just licked me clean like a dog going after every morsel of
food in its dog bowl.
“Did you enjoy that, Lucy?”
“Yes, sir. I did.” She managed to smile. “Really, I did.”

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Lucy

HE REALLY WAS AN obnoxious person. His arrogance and lack of

feelings for others put him in a category of people all its own. I’d never
seen anyone who could demand so much from people yet treat others
without a trace of appreciation or regard for their personal self-worth. But
as I tasted his cum while licking him clean, I felt an incredible desire to be
his. It didn’t feel demeaning; not to me, anyway. Maybe someone else
would have been disgusted, but I felt at home, there on my knees, doing
whatever he asked of me.
The only thing I wanted at that moment was to have him take me, right
there on his desk. I wanted him to spread my legs and plant himself deep
within me. Having him come inside of me was of no concern. I wanted it. I
wanted all of it. I wanted him.
But that obviously wasn't going to happen. He had already climaxed, the
majority of his spend wrapped up in some business report and tossed in his
trash can. Would the cleaning lady even know what it was she was handling
when she cleaned his office later tonight?
“Did you like that?” He raised an eyebrow, curiously waiting for my
response.
I didn’t want to talk. I’d have to swallow—empty the contents of my
mouth in order to answer him, and I didn’t want to do that. I wanted to
savor the taste of his cum for as long as I could. I hadn’t known what to
expect. I’d heard stories from other girls about having some guy cum in
their mouth—some liked it, but most did not. I realized I fell into the first
group.
“You’re a naughty little kitten. What am I going to do with you?” He
lifted my chin with one hand and stared at me for a few moments. “What
am I going to do with you?”
All I knew was that I wanted to go somewhere and masturbate. Since he
wasn’t going to do it for me, maybe I could disappear into the lady’s room
and take care of my own dark urges.
“You got some cum there between your breasts, baby girl.”
I knew it. Some had dripped down my chest, leaving a wet streak down to
my belly button. Some had stayed there where it had first landed when he
shot his load of semen from his large cock. I swallowed the hot load,
secretly savoring the salty, slightly bitter aftertaste.
I almost laughed as the words ran through my head. I had seen enough
sculptures of nude male bodies, but never had the masters chiseled one that
was erect. Maybe that would be my next project. I’d have to hide it from
Daddy.
Oh, Daddy, if you only knew what I do for you.
“You wish I had fucked you?” Daniel pulled my blouse open so he could
see my breasts. “Next time, maybe. I should make you beg for it. After all,
you haven’t come yet.”
“I don’t want to beg for it. Just do it.” I didn’t want to sound desperate.
That wasn’t how I felt. I just wanted him.
“I’ll tell you what,” he laughed. “You can ride my leg.” He stretched out
one leg and patted it just above the knee.
I crawled out from the kneehole of his desk. I thought about trying to
neaten my clothes, but then realized there was no reason. I was going to
look like a mess on my way home. I wondered if anyone who rode in the
elevator would be curious about what had happened to me.
“Do like you did on your Daddy’s knee when you were a little girl. I’m
sure he gave you a little horsey ride. I’ll bet you never knew one day it
would give you such pleasure. Come, baby girl. Lift your skirt and have a
seat here on Daddy’s leg.”
I did wish he didn’t always bring Daddy into the picture. I lifted my skirt,
revealing the panties I’d chosen to wear that day, and eased myself onto his
leg.
“Those are such a pretty pink panties you’re wearing. Damn, you really
did want me to lick your clit.” He reached out his arms and took hold of my
shoulders.
I wanted to tell him I didn’t pick these panties out thinking of him… but
the truth is that I did. Some of the hair from my ponytail had worked free
and was falling in my face. I reached up to push it back, but he stopped me.
“No. I love to see your hair. In fact, take down your ponytail. I want to see
your dark hair hang down across those lovely shoulders.” He pulled my
blouse and bra straps off my shoulders and let them fall to my waste.
“That’s pretty. Very, very pretty.”
I could feel his leg between mine. I admit, it felt good. It wasn’t how I
wanted to do this, but then, was there any way that would feel good? Would
he allow me even a shred of dignity? No, and as horrifying as it was, my
desire didn’t care.
I slowly started to rock back and forth. I could feel myself getting wetter.
“I’m going to make a mess on your trousers,” I whispered.
It seemed odd that he would allow that. His clothes were expensive.
Tailored. Probably custom made. I’d noticed his socks and his shoes when I
had been down on my knees under his desk. They, too, were expensive.
Wool socks. Wing-tipped shoes.
Daddy had a pair of shoes similar to Daniel’s.
“That’s right, baby girl. Ride on my leg. Fuck yourself on my leg. Get
yourself all worked up and cream my pants. Mark me with your desire.”
I moved back and forth on his leg. Up and down. I leaned forward, trying
to find the right position to arouse me even more. I put my hands at the top
of his hips, my head near his. My hair fell down across my face. His pants
were still open and partially pulled down, and his cock was still exposed.
“Fuck me!” I whispered as I wriggled around on his leg. “I want your
cock.”
“No, sweet Lucy,” he said with an impish grin. “I want you to rub your
wet pussy all over my pants. Then I’m going to go down to that conference
room where your father is meeting. I’m going to let him smell you. And
everyone in the conference rooms. And in the elevator. And in the hallways.
I want to stand next to your father in the restroom as we take a leak. He
won’t know it's your cum that smeared all over my leg, but I will.”
He pulled me to him and began sucking on my nipples as I rode him
harder and harder. At first, I resisted the urge, but finally I couldn’t resist
reaching down and grabbing his cock. It was hard again. I rubbed it with the
same rhythm I used to ride his leg. Hoping he might decide to let me
straddle his hips and take it inside of me.
“Keep trying, Lucy, but I’m not going to fuck you today. Just enjoy my
leg and me sucking your tits.”
I put both hands on the back of his head and held his face against my
breasts. He was right. If I couldn’t enjoy his cock between my legs, then I’d
have to enjoy his face between my breasts.
 Finally, I could feel it. It was like a large fist reached out and squeezed my
entire body. A moan escaped me, loud enough for everyone to hear, but I
couldn’t stop it. I rubbed myself hard against him until I felt a release even
more intense than when he’d been licking my pussy in Daddy’s office.
Then I was done. I had no more energy. I was spent.
I leaned against him, pushing him back in his chair. I stayed there a few
moments—I’m not sure how long. Then he slowly pushed me upright.
“Good girl,” he said softly. I don’t think I’d ever heard him speak that
quietly before. And, possibly, his voice seemed gentle and relaxed. “Get up
now.”
I stood up and looked at his pant leg. If he had wanted a mess on his leg,
it’s what he got. I was a little embarrassed by it and turned my face away
from the sight of the damp spot.
The proof of my body’s betrayal.
He stood up and had me pull his boxers and trousers up to his waist. I
fastened his pants and zipped them. He adjusted his belt. I would have
expected him not to care about my own clothes, but he gently moved my
hands away and put my bra back on, his hands efficient and gentle. He
wiped me down with tissues, taking care of me as if I were a doll.
“Dinner tonight.” Daniel said. “My place. Seven o’clock?”
“Just me?” Daddy would never agree to that.
“No. Your father is the official reason for dinner. You’re just coming as
his daughter and as my assistant. Your purpose in being there is a
formality.”
“I see.” I wasn’t sure if I believed him. “So no…sex?”
“Never say never, my dear. We’ll see what happens.”
 I force my expression to be severe. “If I’m going as your assistant, I’ll
take notes. That’s it.” My cheeks flush as I think about the notes he had me
write down today. There’s no safety in note-taking, not when when it comes
to Daniel Miller.
“Oh, and it’s a formal dinner. So wear something—something pretty.”

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AFTER LUCY LEFT MY office, I closed the door and changed into a fresh
suit. It pained me to lose the wet spot on my trousers, to lose the scent of
her, but I didn’t want others to know what had happened in my office.
I called my housekeeper and told her to prepare a formal dinner for three.
“This is a special evening. I want to impress my guests with the best.”
Ida knew what to do. That’s why I hired her. Housekeeper was the wrong
title. She was like a home secretary—a housekeeper, chef, and butler of
sorts. She took care of everything so that I could focus on business—and
other activities.
I finished up at the office early, dropped my soiled suit off at the cleaners,
and drove across town.
I lifted my cell phone and speed dialed my best friend. In reality, he was
my only friend. The problem with being the Ice Man was that you didn’t
keep many friends that way. People tended to shy away from me. They
were afraid. My friend, Peter, understood my job and tried on several
occasions to hire me for his own firm.
I thought it best for our friendship if we worked separately.
“Daniel, you bastard, what’s new?” came the voice on the other end of the
conversation.
“Not much these days,” I lied. “Hey, are you interested in a game or two
of racquetball? I need to work off some stress.”
“You? Stress? It must be serious. Yeah, I’m just closing up a report. Meet
you at the gym in 20 minutes.”
 “Perfect. See you there.”
I was a little concerned about Lucy, about my relationship with Lucy. She
was young and energetic. Creative. Attractive—very attractive. She was
smart. She could cook.
And she came like a dream.
What’s to be concerned about? I liked her. That was not part of the
original plan.
I was going to fire Philip and half his team so that the company could get
its financial numbers back in line. They had really dropped over the past
year, so they put me in charge to fix it. Philip, was a problem. He just didn’t
have the aggression a good salesman should have, not in today’s market.
Then I met Lucy. She complicated everything.
I was the Ice Man because I could ignore the emotions and personal
baggage all of our employees carried with them.
For some reason, I couldn’t ignore Lucy.
“What the fuck am I doing?” I asked myself as I turned into the gym
parking lot. “This girl is going to be the death of me if I don’t get rid of
her.”
Peter pulled in right behind me.
“Ready to get your ass kicked?” he said as we walked into the gym.
“Not likely.”
We changed in the locker room. Peter and I had met at the gym—right
there on the racquetball court. No one could seem to beat him. No one, that
is, until I showed up. We were pretty evenly matched. Some days I win.
Other days he takes me to the cleaners.
We smacked the ball around, getting warmed up. I felt on edge—thinking
today would probably be his day to win.
 “You serve, Ice Man,” laughed Peter, tossing me the ball.
“So eager to lose, eh?” I lobbed the first serve down along the wall. It was
a serve I had perfected years ago. Some of the younger guys said it was a
soft serve—that was, until I repeatedly scored points with it.
Peter snapped the ball out of the corner with the flick of a wrist and sent
the ball flying to the back wall. Hoping to catch its momentum as it moved
toward the front of the court, I came up behind it and gave it a hearty swat.
The goal was to keep the ball low as it hit the front wall, so that your
opponent had to struggle to get to it in time. My shot was about five inches
off the floor—not low enough. Peter connected with the ball, sending it low
into the corner, just an inch above the floor. There was no way I’d get to it
in time.
“Nice shot,” I say grudgingly.
“Hope you get in the groove. I’d hate to kick your ass the whole game.”
I tossed the ball to Peter and got set to serve.
“One serving zero,” he said, with an emphasis on the zero. He, too, liked
to use a high lob along the wall. It just barely touched the front wall before
hitting the floor. I hustled to the front of the court and drove the ball
towards the back wall. Peter was in place in no time and slapped the ball
down into the corner.
“Another kill shot for me,” yelled Peter as the sound of the ball hitting the
wall echoed around the court.
“Fuck you.”
“Two serving zero.”
The first game was terrible. I managed to get a few points, but I just
couldn’t get into the groove that Peter suggested I find. It just wasn’t there.
 Was my mind on Lucy? Was she fucking me up even when she wasn’t
here?
Game two wasn’t much better. We usually played best out of three. It was
not at all uncommon for us to win a game each, thus setting up a third and
final match.
“Where’s your head, Daniel?” asked Peter halfway through the second
game. “Something is really eating at you.”
“Talk about it later.” I’m sure I sounded agitated. That’s because I was. I
hadn’t lost this badly in—well, I didn’t think I’d ever lost this badly to Peter
since we started playing together.
The second game ended with the score equally as discouraging as the first
one.
“Fuck,” I said, resigned to losing today.
“Let’s talk, asshole,” suggested Peter, wrapping his arm around my back.
We found a bench in a deserted corner of the gym. We sat quietly for a
moment. “So what’s eating at you? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this
distracted before. Someone has the Ice Man on the ropes?”
I thought for a moment and nodded my head. “Yeah, someone does.”
“I don’t believe it,” said Peter, shaking his head. “Who is it? Some new
board member?”
“No. No one like that.”
“Tell me then. I’m dying to know.”
“She,” I paused.
“She?” Peter jumped in before I could finish my sentence. “Don’t tell me
they hired a female vice president and stuck you under her?”
“No. It’s…It’s the daughter of my sales manager.”
 “Uh oh.” Peter’s expression changed from jovial to dead serious. “You’re
not banging one of your employee’s kids, are you?”
“She’s not a child.”
“So the answer is yes.”
I force a casual shrug. “What can I say, she gives good head.”
Peter burst out in laughter. “Daniel Miller has a fucking girlfriend.”
“It’s complicated.”
“These things usually are, buddy. You’re telling me she’s not underage?”
“Hell no. She’s in college. An artist.”
Peter’s eyes become shrewd. “You’re really interested in her.”
“I shouldn’t be. There’s no future. There shouldn’t even be a present.”
“I’m sure you enjoy her but be careful. A girl like that can really mess
with your mind.”
“Did you ever have…feelings for a woman?”
Peter nodded slowly. “Yeah. I never told you about her, but yeah. It
fucked me up for years. Oh, who the hell am I kidding? I’m still fucked up
about it.”
“Then why don’t you—”
“I’m not the settling down type.” A rough laugh. “At least that’s what I
told her. So she went and found a guy who did settle down. Marriage. Two
kids. I try not to think about her, but whenever I do I can’t help but wonder
if I could have settled down.”
“Fuck.”
He looked wistful. “She was an incredible fuck.”
“Christ. We’re both bastards.”
“That I can’t argue with.”
“I should do the same thing. Tell her goodbye.”
 “I have to tell you, I still dream about her. Maybe get out before that
happens.”
Too fucking late. “How did you let her go?”
“It was easy, Daniel.” Peter smiled. It’s not a nice smile. “I found another
young firecracker and fucked her instead. Let her discover us together.”
“Do you regret it?”
“I don’t regret things as a rule.”
I don’t either. This girl might be the one to break that rule. “Let’s get
another game in,” I told him, standing up. “Maybe I can redeem myself.”

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Lucy

I HADN’T WORN THIS dress in a year at least. I wasn’t even sure if it

would fit. Swinging a hammer while chiseling rock adds some muscle. It
was a black, one-shoulder Manhattan gown. It hugged my body all the way
down. I didn’t have a strapless bra that would work with it, which means
my nipples would show if it was cold. At least I wore panties. Black ones.
Daniel Miller will not see these panties.
That was a promise to myself.
I just hoped I could keep it.
I added some heels, some sparkly earrings, and I tied my hair back with a
single band, gathered at the nape of my neck. I didn’t usually put on much
makeup, but I found myself putting some on. For Daniel? I hated to admit
it.
But we weren’t going to have sex tonight.
“Are you ready, Lucy?” I heard Daddy call.
“Yes, Daddy. Just one minute more.” I puffed some perfume in the air and
walked through it, the way I’d read about in a magazine.
I hurried carefully to the garage where Daddy waited for me with the car
running. I slipped in and tried to fasten my seatbelt.
“Are you sure you need to come?” he asks, pausing, uncertain.
Does he wonder what Mr. Miller really wants with me? This dress isn’t
exactly what an assistant would wear to a work meeting. “I can stay home if
you want,” I say, half hoping he’ll say yes, half dreading it.
 “No.” He comes to a decision. “You have a way with people. Always
have. You’ll smooth over any awkward moments. I’m still not to sure of my
position.”
Daniel’s house was in an exclusive part of the city. Gated entryway and
roaming security guards. Not a place that the average person could afford.
Daniel must have been doing very well at being an Ice Man.
The house was an absolute mansion. It must have had a dozen bedrooms
—well, maybe not, but that’s what it seemed like. A woman in a
housekeeper’s uniform greeted us at the door.
“Mr. Miller is waiting up on the balcony for you,” she said pleasantly.
“Oh, and I’m Ira. Please let me or the other staff know if you need
anything.”
She led us to the grand staircase and just pointed upward. She then
disappeared through a service doorway.
“Are you ready, Lucy?” asked Daddy. He took my arm in his and we went
slowly up the stairs. Slow, because I was in heels, but also because Daddy
didn’t do stairs so well. I worried about his heart.
“Ah, you made it, I see,” said Daniel, greeting us at the top of the stairs.
“This way, please.” He led us through a few doorways and to an open
balcony that looked out onto the back garden of his property. It was
perfectly landscaped. A lush swimming pool with a fountain occupied a
prime spot on one end of the grounds.
A girl in a simple black dress appeared with a tray of wine glasses. She
offered each of us a glass, and then vanished as quickly as she had
appeared.
“Philip, I need to see you in my office here for a moment.” He turned to
me and smiled. “Lucy, please forgive us for doing business already, but I
must get your father’s signature on some forms. And you look stunning
tonight. Very nice.”
“Thank you, Mr. Miller,” I said with a smile.
“Philip, your daughter is very stylish. She’ll go a long way in the business
world. I hope you don't hold her back.” He led Daddy off to his office,
wherever that was. I stood there, enjoying the view and the glass of wine. It
tastes sharp and a little dry. Like Daniel.
A few minutes later, Daniel appeared alone. “Sorry to keep you, dear.
Your father needs to go over some figures first. He’ll join us in five or ten
minutes. I don’t think it will take long.”
“Okay. Then we’ll go down for dinner?” I asked.
“Yes, but first, I want a few minutes alone with you.” He took my hand
and led me through a door into a lovely sitting room. He closed the door.
“You look wonderful, baby girl.”
I find myself blushing. “Thanks. I guess.”
He took me in his arms and held me close for a moment. Then he kissed
me. I was a little surprised. It was a truly passionate kiss. Before this, it had
always been rough and forceful. He was almost tender.
“I’ve been thinking about you, Lucy.” His tone was genuine. “I want you,
but I’m trying to be patient. I’m trying to tell myself we shouldn’t be
together.”
“It’s wrong.”
“Like when you call me Daddy.”
My blush turns fierce. “Yes.”
“When we’re alone, you can call me Daddy. You can call me Daniel. But
in front of others, especially your father, you should call me Mr. Miller.”
“Of course.”
 “But I'm thinking.” He looked straight into my eyes. Those lovely grey
eyes seemed to penetrate deep into my soul. “What if this weren’t just about
fucking?”
“What?” That was crazy. What the hell had gotten into him?
“What if we were a couple?”
I pulled myself away from him and stepped back. “That would never
work.”
“You’re right, of course.”
“And I could never let Daddy know why we…why we…”
“Why we fucked.” The words are flat and hard.
We were both silent for a moment. Just enough to hear Daddy calling for
us.
“We should go.”
“Yes. But first, Lucy. I—I have something for you.”
“What?”
“Come here.”
I went to him, and he pulled me close. He kissed me gently and put his
hands down on my ass. We kissed more, and I felt the urge to give myself to
him. He lifted my dress.
“Daniel,” I said, pulling back. “We don't have time.”
“Shhh—just a moment, dear.” He put one of his hands between my legs
and pulled my black panties aside. He stroked my clit with careful
intention.
“Not now, Daniel.” And then I realized it wasn’t his finger. It was one of
those remote-control panty vibrators. It wasn’t actually inside me but held
in place by my panties.
“Okay, let’s go.”
 “No, wait—”
He opened the door and pulled me out into the hallway. “Here we are,
Philip. I was just showing Lucy some of my art collection.”
Daddy was there in just a few seconds. There was no way I could get the
vibrator out of my panty without being seen. Daniel put one arm on
Daddy’s back and put the other hand behind his own back. I could see he
was holding something—the controller for the egg inside my panty.
“Asshole,” I said under my breath. He was totally unpredictable. One
minute, he was genuine and almost sweet; the next, he was merciless.
We went down the staircase and into a very lovely dining room.
Everything was perfect. Daniel sat at the head of the table and Daddy at the
other end, the reverse of how they sat during the dinner at our house. I was
seated near the head of the table so that I could take notes for Daniel while
we ate dinner. I thought my seat location was also so he could watch me
squirm as he toyed with the settings on the remote control for the vibrator
clenched between my thighs.
“Let’s see what Ira has prepared for us this evening.” Daniel gestured
lazily to the housekeeper, and she and her servers’ delivered plates.
I took my first bite into a wonderfully cooked portion of filet mignon. I
tried some of the sauteed asparagus—one of my favorites. Just as my mouth
closed, Daniel hit the button on the vibrator. It was all I could do to keep
from spitting the food out of my mouth.
“Are you okay, Lucy?” said Daddy. “You look a little ill.”
“No, Daddy, I’m fine. I was just surprised at how good the food is,” I lied.
What I thought was going to be a simple dinner turned into a five-course
extravaganza of marginal food. And with each new plating came a series of
vibrations—different frequencies; fast, slow, mild, and intense.
 The problem was that part of me enjoyed the teasing. Yes, it was another
cruel prank by Daniel, but I could feel my body reacting to every push of
the button on the remote. I was wet. No, I was soaked. At times it was so
intense I was almost in tears, trying to keep Daddy from knowing that
anything was going on. He was oblivious to the interaction between me and
Daniel. I would have been mortified if Daddy knew. He already was
suspicious.

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Daniel

“LUCY. DID YOU GET all of those notes?” I asked the young lady seated
to my right.
“Yes, sir.”
I was surprised by the actual number of points made during dinner. Philip
seemed to have his A-game on tonight. And Lucy, in between bites of food
and jolts from the egg nestled against her clit, had managed to take down
several pages of notes.
“It looks like we have our work cut out for us, Philip. Fortunately, I have
an excellent assistant here to help us work through it all.”
“She is a very talented young lady.” Philip smiled. He really believed it.
Too bad he didn't know about her other amazing talents. I hit the button
one more time just to see Lucy try to keep her composure. She was dying.
Her reaction to the vibrations between her legs was telling, yet she did her
very best to keep her dear Daddy from knowing that anything naughty was
taking place.
“You’re lucky to have her,” added Philip.
“Have her? Oh, you mean have her on my staff.” I chuckled and punched
the button on the device I kept hidden in my lap.
Lucy flinched. I knew she had received the message loud and clear.
She was mine.
“I’m not sure I can have a report done before the conference call
tomorrow.” She looked down at the page of notes with a worried
expression, her flush of arousal soft in the dim light, her body gorgeous in
that off-the-shoulder dress. Her nipples have been hard through most of
dinner considering what the vibrator is doing to her. Her father must be
clueless indeed not to notice them through the black silk.
“You’re right,” I manage. “The only way it will work is if you work all
night. In fact, you can use my office for that purpose. I don’t mind.”
She narrows her eyes at me.
Her father beams. “That’s a great idea. We could hit the ground running
first thing in the morning instead of having to wait for Lucy to finish school
and then organize the notes.”
“But I have class tomorrow morning,” Lucy protests.
“It will be a little late,” I admit, “but I’ll bring her home. I don’t mind at
all.”
“Thank you so much,” Philip said.
“Of course. I appreciate her dedication to the company. I wish more of our
employees were like your daughter.”
Lucy frowns at me, obviously wondering if I had actually fucked other
employees. I hadn’t. I never mixed business with pleasure. It just made
firing more difficult—not for me, of course. More difficult for the other
person.
So why was I making such an exception for her?
I can’t believe I even floated the idea of becoming a couple.
What the fuck is happening to me?
It looked like the lightbulb had finally come on in Philip’s head. For the
first time, I could tell that he was suspicious that Lucy and I were more than
just boss and employee. I was surprised that he hadn’t caught on before, but
I think he was so worried about keeping his job that he’d tuned out
everything else going on around him.
 “Wait,” Philip said. “Maybe I should stay here and help her.”
“No,” Lucy said. “The doctor was very strict about you needing your
rest.”
Damn. She was a good negotiator. Thinking on her feet. And obviously
loyal.
The company could use her talents.
“And don’t bother calling, Daddy. I know how you worry, but everything
is fine,” I heard her say as she guided him out to his car.
I was in the dining room watching Ira and the girls clearing the table
when Lucy came back in. “Ira. Why don’t you and the girls go finish up in
the kitchen? I want to go over some things with Lucy, and we’re already set
up here at the end of the table. You can clear all of this later.”
Ira looked at me, then at Lucy, lifted her nose into the air for a moment,
and directed the girls to leave us alone. She was a good worker. She always
obeyed, even when she didn’t understand why I wanted things done a
certain way.
Lucy sat down at her chair and started shuffling the notes.
I came up behind her and put my hands on her shoulders. Her nipples had
been calling to me all evening. They were hard enough that I could see their
shape.
She stiffened a little at the touch of my hands on her bare skin.
It was soft, and I confess, it was very pleasing to touch. It was smooth and
pale. I slid my hands down her chest and cupped both breasts. She tried to
keep writing, but as hard as she tried to ignore my touch, I could sense her
anticipation. Even her arousal.
She knew what was coming.
 I guided her up out of the chair, letting my hands run down her to waist
and then to her thighs. It was incredible. Her dress showed off all her
curves. Her makeup was simple but tasteful. There was a faint scent of
roses about her.
I loved seeing the shape of her breasts, but it was her tight ass that now
caught my eye. Her figure was perfect. It was sculpted, just like the artwork
I saw in the garage.
I leaned her face forward over the edge of the table so her ass stood out
behind her. I rubbed her cheeks with my hands for a moment before spying
a wooden serving spoon there on the table. I reached for it with one hand as
my other hand raised up the hem of her dress.
“What are you going to do, Daniel?”
It only took a moment for her to recognize what was coming next. With
her butt cheeks exposed, I raised the wooden spoon and smacked her
soundly on one side.
She let out a startled yelp. Maybe I had hit her a little too hard, but she
didn’t fight back. I swatted her again.
“Oh, that hurts!” she cried as she wiggled her lovely ass in response.
One of the serving girls came out from the kitchen, her expression
worried.
“Send her away, Lucy,” I whispered. I could tell that the young girl was
afraid Lucy was being hurt.
“It’s okay,” she said. “I’m fine.”
The poor girl looked petrified, but she obeyed Lucy and scurried back into
the kitchen, looking back over her shoulder as the door closed behind her. I
pressed the button on the vibrator remote and watched as shivers took over
her body. She was so turned on from the entire evening that the pain of the
spoon actually felt good. Any sensation would feel good to her right now. I
could do anything to her, and she would love it.
I took a dinner roll from the table. “Open your mouth,” I told her. She
complied, and I shoved the roll into her mouth. “Can't have you scaring the
hired help.”
I swatted her again. The roll had been enough of a gag to keep her yell
from being heard. I spanked her ass again, and again. There were red
splotches appearing on her cheeks. I smacked her one more time and then
leaned up against her, the bulge in my pants pressed between her buttocks. I
reached around and pulled the mangled dinner roll from her mouth.
“You liked that, didn’t you, Lucy?”
A faint sob. “Yes, Daddy.”
Fuck. I rubbed myself against her reddened ass, pushing the vibrator
tighter against her pussy. I found the remote and pressed the button. I could
feel the vibrations, and I knew that Lucy could as well. “You want more?” I
asked.
She was quiet, but I could sense she was processing the question.
“You've wanted it for a while. Now’s your chance.”
“You mean here? Your staff will see.”
“They’ll hear you. Maybe they can learn something new tonight.”
“Let’s go in your room.”
“Beg.”
“What?”
“Beg for it.”
“Seriously?”
“Yes. Seriously.”
“Daniel.”
 “Is that what you call me when we’re like this?”
“Please.”
“You want it?” I rubbed against her harder.
“Okay,” she panted.
I waited.
“Daddy. Take me to your room, please.”
“And then?”
“Fuck me.”
“Is that what you want?”
“Yes, Daddy. I want you to fuck me hard.”
“I love hearing your sweet voice begging. You’re adorable.”
I tossed the wooden spoon onto the table and pulled us both upright. She
took a moment to adjust her skirt before we headed up the stairs.
“You’ll enjoy the view from my suite upstairs.” I took her hand in mine
and carefully led her up the staircase. She was a little wobbly, probably
more from having a sore ass than from too much wine.
My “room” was a suite, with a lounge area, a massive bathroom, a
dressing room, and, of course, a huge bedroom with an impressive king-
sized bed. We paused in the lounge just long enough for me to buzz Ira on
the intercom and send for some wine and a pair of glasses.
“You should bring it. Not someone else,” I suggested. She’d understand.
And it would make Lucy more comfortable as well.
I led Lucy into the bedroom and turned her towards me. We kissed gently.
I started to run my hands down to her ass, but she immediately shivered
from the bruises on her bottom. I squeezed just to remind her who
controlled these little sessions.
And because I suspected a touch of pain made her hotter.
 I ran my hands up her waist and under her arms, then around her back to
pull her close. I kissed her again, and then reached for the hem of her dress.
Then paused.
“Strip for me.” I stepped away and dropped onto the foot of the bed.
“Give me a show, baby girl.”
I could tell by her awkward moves that she’d never stripped for anyone
before. Not that she was wearing much. It would be hard to do a long,
enticing striptease wearing only a dress and some panties. And without any
experience.
It was fun to watch her. Maybe more so for those moments of
awkwardness. And embarrassment. It was fun to see the pink-tinted
shameful expression on her face.
“You don’t have to try to be sexy, Lucy. You already are.”
The words seemed odd coming out of my mouth. I rarely paid anyone a
compliment.
In a few moments, she was nude, there in front of me. She was beautiful.
Slender, curvy. She had let her hair down, too. It draped across one
shoulder, covering her breasts. I had never paid any attention as to just how
long it was. She could be a model—and probably earn more than her father
did at the company.
“Undress me.” I sat up and directed her to help take my clothes off. I had
no intention of doing much. I wanted her to do it.
She fumbled with unfamiliar clothes.
“Stop.” I put my finger to my lips to hush her. I could hear the tinkle of
glasses and a wine bottle in the lounge. I heard the door close and jumped
out of bed to go retrieve the bottle and glasses. She followed me but
stopped at the doorway of the bedroom. I was still wearing my trousers, so
she had a little more work to do.
Back in the bedroom, I stood by the nightstand and opened the wine. Ira
had already replaced the original cork with a bottle stopper. Lucy was down
on her knees, unfastening my trousers. In a moment, they and my boxers
were down to my feet. I kicked them off and offered her a glass of wine.
She sipped at it as we sat on the edge of the bed.
Instead of sipping from my cup, I tilted it down over her body.
“Let me get that,” I said. I bent down and licked the droplets of wine from
her belly and between her breasts. “That tastes wonderful.”
I took our glasses and set them on the nightstand. Then, I gently laid her
back on the bed and kissed her from her head to her toes. She moaned as I
parted her legs and started coming back up. I lingered only a moment,
kissing her between her legs before moving to her chest.
I’ve waited long enough to possess her.

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Lucy

IN SPITE OF THE soreness I felt on my bottom, having Daniel kissing my

body from my head to my toes and back again was exhilarating. He opened
my legs and slowly caressed my thighs and slowly licked my clitoris. Then,
he moved up my belly to my breasts. He kissed each one, biting them
gently. He kissed my neck and then an ear, my cheek, and forehead. I’d
never been kissed on the eyes before—I was surprised at how my heart
fluttered as his lips touched first one eyelid and then the other.
Our lips met and then he moved between my legs. This was it, the
moment I had wondered about since I first knew about sex. He was going to
take my virginity, and despite the sordidness of our arrangement, it felt
right.
I was finally going to become a woman. No longer would I be just a girl.
It hurt when he pressed inside, eclipsing the pain on my ass. Then the pain
morphed into pleasure. All I could think about was Daniel going deep
inside me. I arched my back as he pushed himself completely into my
vagina. Maybe I’d hurt in the morning, but I didn’t care. The moment—this
moment—was all that mattered.
He moved his hips against me, sliding in and out slowly. I could feel each
and every inch of him.
“Oh, Daniel, please. A little faster. I want faster.”
For the first time since I had met him, he gave me what I asked for.
Maybe it was because he wanted to please me. I hoped it was that. But I
also realized that perhaps he was simply pleasing himself, and that our
desires were mutual.
Each moment was faster and faster. Then he slowed.
“Let’s try something different,” he whispered.
He pulled out and I thought I was going to die. “More.”
“Relax, baby girl. You’re going to like this.”
He rolled us over. Now he was on the bottom, and I lay straddling his
body. It only took a few seconds before I caught on to his actions. I moved
so I could feel his cock touch my pussy and then I slowly lowered myself
down onto it. I thought he had been in me all the way when he was on top
of me, but now I was sure he hadn't been. I could feel he was deeper in me
than before. I looked down between my legs and could see that I was fully
on top of him.
“Oh my god!”
“Do you like it, baby?”
“So much. So much.” The words came in a babbling rush.
I began rocking back and forth. Then I tried lifting myself up and then
back down. That was better. I liked that. I liked that a lot.
I don’t know how long we made love. He guided me into several other
positions before I found myself once again on my back beneath him. He
was heavier this time, too. I think before he was trying to be gentle. But
now—now he was in full control, taking charge as was his nature. As much
as I tried to deny it earlier, he now possessed me.
He moved faster and harder this time. This would be it. I could tell. There
would be no more new positions to try. And I was happy to finally know
how it felt to be fucked hard.
It turned me into some other creature. His.
 It turned me into his baby girl.
“Faster, Daddy,” I said. At first I didn’t even realize I’d said that. When I
did, it didn’t matter. “Faster. Come inside me, Daddy.”
In a few moments, my wish was granted. He pounded me into the bed.
My nails dug into the flesh of his back and I screamed.
“Yes!”
I’m sure Ira heard me. The other servants probably did, too, if they were
still in the house. I didn’t care. We laid together for an hour—or so it
seemed. After a while, he slid off me. His penis had relaxed and slid easily
out of my pussy.
I saw a small smear of blood on the sheets.
It was the proof.
I was no longer a virgin. That was for certain.
He went and got a warm washcloth. It made me embarrassed for him to
look at me so intimately, especially when we weren’t actively having sex,
but he was inexorable, forcing my legs apart so he could gently wash me.
“You’re beautiful, baby girl.”
I wanted to correct him and say that I was no longer a baby girl. I was a
woman. I figured that he probably wouldn’t get it, and if he did, he
wouldn’t care. Then again, maybe that was the point. Maybe I would
always be seen as his baby girl, regardless of my age.
“I made a mess on your bed,” I told him, holding up the blood-stained
sheet.
He reached for my hand and pulled me from the bed. “Come here.”
He led me into the bathroom. I hadn’t been in it before this and was
totally struck by how large it was. He reached into the shower and turned on
the water. He adjusted it, then pulled me inside with him.
 He held me close. The water felt amazing, spraying all over us from both
sides of the shower. It was warm, almost too hot. Invigorating. He kissed
me with a gentleness that took me by surprise. We kissed, standing there
naked, the water playing over our bodies.
I wasn’t sure about what love felt like. I loved Daddy, but that was totally
different. I wasn’t sure if I loved Daniel, but my heart pounded in my chest
as his hands glided over my wet skin.
We pulled apart and looked at each other’s faces for a long time.
“Wash me,” he said.
It wasn’t a command like he might give to his employees. It wasn’t a
request. It was somewhere in between, both commanding and possessive.
I found a washcloth and soap on a ledge just outside the shower entry. I
lathered up the cloth and then slowly began washing his body. I started with
his back and shoulders. He was stronger than I might have guessed at first. I
studied his muscles. Like the sculptor that I was, I considered each ripple.
Maybe someday he would pose for me. Maybe not. He didn’t strike me as
the posing kind.
I washed his butt and thighs. I knelt down and washed his calves and
ankles. Then I turned to him and came face to face with his cock. He was
already half hard. We’d just had sex for an hour, but that didn’t seem to
slow him down.
I washed his cock using lather from the soap to slide my hands up and
down. He grew harder, his breath coming faster. I used the showerhead to
rinse him. There was a kind of power in this, being able to give and take
pleasure on my own terms. I knelt down on the warm tile and kissed his
cock. He put his hands on the back of my head and pulled me deeper with a
groan. I enjoyed that, but I needed to finish washing his body. I pulled away
and stood up so I could wash his chest and arms.
“You’ll have to bend down if I’m going to wash your hair.”
“Later. It’s my turn now.”
I was a little surprised. He certainly wasn’t the servant type, so I was
curious about his willingness to wash my body.
“This is how it feels to look at your sculptures.” He moved the washcloth
down onto my hips as he spoke. “To look upon beauty. To appreciate it.”
He washed my bottom. He knelt down and slowly kissed the welts that
showed on my usually perfect skin.
“I’m not made of granite,” I remind him.
He looks up. “No, you’re flesh and blood and fire wrapped in one
beautiful package.”
I shiver. “What are we doing, Daniel?”
“We’re…taking a break. From your life. From my work.”
I can no longer pretend that I’m only doing this to save Daddy’s job. It
feels more intimate than that. More meaningful. I gave him my virginity
because he was the only person I’ve ever men who was man enough to do it
right. “And then you’ll go back to it?”
“Work has always been my life. It consumes me. It’s my reason for
being.”
“Maybe there’s something else that you’ve been missing out on.”
Daniel didn’t respond to that. He continued washing my body. He kissed
each of my nipples for a moment and let his fingers linger between my legs.
But that was it.
We dried each other and then dressed.
 “We need to go over those notes from dinner,” he said as we headed down
the stairs. The dining room table had been cleaned off, including our notes.
“Ira probably put them in my office.” He led the way down a hall and into
a very nicely furnished office. He had everything. Large, curved monitors
on an ornately carved desk.
The papers were neatly placed on one corner. Daniel motioned for me to
sit in the desk chair while he hovered over me from behind.
I’d come to expect his hands to find their way onto my body when in such
a situation, but now he was all business. I opened a word processing
program on his desktop and started entering in ideas and bullet points. He
pointed to something and I would type it. He’d tell me what things to
change and what to keep.
After less than 30 minutes, we had completed the work and I clicked the
print button. The printer whirred into action. I stapled the copies and placed
them inside some file folders.
“Good enough,” he said.
“Won’t my father know this took less than an hour?”
“Sorry, baby girl. Your father is an honest man, but there’s a reason he
hasn’t been able to hit his sales numbers. It would take him all night to do
what we just did. He hasn’t kept up with technological advances, and he’s
not one for innovation.”
I was saddened by Daniel’s comment, but in my heart, I knew there was
some truth to that. If Daddy could only survive a few more years so he
could retire. Maybe I could get Daniel to see that. I’d seen some kindness
tonight, between moments of being a cruel control freak. Maybe there was a
way to convince him to find a place for Daddy so he could finish out his
career.
 “Just leave those folders there in the center of the desk. I’ll bring them to
work in the morning. I need to get you home before your father calls the
police.”
“He wouldn’t do that.”
“I saw the look on his face when he left. He was scared. Scared for you.”
Maybe he should be.

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Daniel

I OPENED THE PASSENGER’S side door of my Mercedes and let Lucy

slip into the seat. Her dress slipped up high onto her leg. She didn’t do
anything to adjust it, which was fine with me. I came around to the driver’s
side and got in behind the steering wheel.
I pulled the car out onto the street and turned left.
“This isn’t the direction I’d turn if I was trying to go home,” said Lucy, a
quizzical look on her face.
“That would be an accurate statement,” I answered back.
“I don’t understand.”
“Lucy, I need to think for a while. Driving is a great way for me to clear
my mind and figure out strategies. It’s a perfect activity for problem
solving.”
“What problem are you trying to solve?”
“Us.”
I usually kept my eyes steady on the road, but I took a moment to glance
in her direction.
“Us? What do you mean, Daniel?”
“Look, Lucy. I’m going to cut through all the crap and get right to the
point.”
“Please do, Daniel.” She sounded worried. The last thing I needed was
some crying chick blubbering about love or something. No, apparently
blubbering about love would be my job.
 “Lucy. I was hired to take care of some problems in the company. One of
those problems was your father. I was ready to toss him to the wolves—him
and a few of his team members.”
Her worried look was getting worse. “He didn’t do anything wrong.”
“Well, it’s my job. That’s why they brought me into your father’s
department. They call me the Ice Man because I’m ruthless.”
“I heard about that. I think Daddy told me.”
“Anyway. I was ready to toss him out. I was in his office, prepared to send
him to HR for termination. And then—”
“And then what?”
“And then I saw your photo on the corner of his desk. I accidentally
knocked it over.”
“What happened next? Obviously, you didn’t fire him.”
“I asked him about the girl in the photo. He told me about you.”
“I see.”
She doesn’t see. “I’m an opportunist. If I see something I want, I take it.”
“And so—you decided you wanted me?”
“Exactly. That’s the whole reason I agreed to dinner at your father’s
house. So that I could see you in person. So that I could decide if you were
worth my time.”
“Am I worth your time?”
“That’s the difficulty, Lucy. I had no intentions of things going as far as
they have. I was going to use you as long as I could. If you had said you
wouldn’t sleep with me in order to save your father’s job, that would have
been the end.”
“Daniel.” She stared at me with those beautiful dark eyes.
“Yes, Lucy?”
 “I knew that. I knew you only wanted me for my body.”
“And you agreed.”
“I agreed because I need Daddy to keep his job. If he loses his job, I lose
everything.”
“I know that. And there’s a part of me that doesn’t give a flying fuck if
you don’t get to finish art school. Or that your father will be jobless.”
She put her hand on my arm. “There’s another part of you?”
Damn, she was a pain in the ass. “Yes. Yes, there is. And it’s a part of me
that I’m not very familiar with. I think it’s the part of me with…morals.”
I pulled the car over along the curb. It was a quiet neighborhood. It was
late. I turned off the engine and turned toward Lucy. “I’ve told you before.
The only thing I care about is the company.”
“That’s one part of you.” She slid closer to me. “Tell me about the other
part.”
I shook my head slowly. “You’re more than I anticipated. Other girls
would have run away by now. They would have been terrified if I’d
cornered them in a deserted office on a deserted floor.”
“But I was terrified. I mean, I knew what you wanted. At least I thought I
did.”
“Yet you stayed.”
“I needed to stay there. Sometimes you have to do things that scare you.”
“But then you liked it.”
She ran her fingers along my chin. “I didn’t want to.”
“What the hell am I going to do with you?”
“I don’t know.”
I reached for the ignition and flipped on the headlights. I headed for her
home. This girl was going to be the end of me. What a huge fucking
mistake. “Me either.”
“You’re mad at me?” she asked, looking worried again.
“No.”
I wasn’t angry. Not at her. More at myself than anything. I was an expert
at not letting others penetrate my skin. This girl had gone deeper than that,
which could be my undoing. If I let in even a little compassion, I might find
myself unable to be the cold, calculating asshole that I needed to be in order
to do my job.
We drove across town and pulled up in the driveway to her house. There
was a porch light on, but all of the windows and doors were dark.
“Walk me to the door?” she asked. Her eyes seemed bigger tonight.
Maybe the darkness of the evening, the darkness of my mood, or the
sadness of her heart—something seemed to make her appear subdued.
I opened my door and exited the car. She was right there, sliding out next
to me, giving me the faintest glimpse of her panties and the shadow
between her legs. Damn it.
I helped her out of the car and quietly closed the door. I had pulled up
close to the garage door, so there wasn’t much room for us to walk. She was
in front of me.
Christ.
I took hold of her shoulders and spun her around, leaning her up against
the warm hood of the car. Her eyes were wide.
“I’m not ready to let you go,” I told her matter-of-factly. “Deal with it.”
I reached up under her dress and pulled her panties down to her knees.
They fell to the ground. I lifted Lucy’s lovely legs up, tugging her dress up
to her waist at the same time.
“You’re going to fuck me? Here?”
 “Tell me to stop.”
I didn’t wait for an answer. I unfastened my trousers and let them drop to
the ground. I was as hard as I could be. I lifted her legs up over my
shoulders and shoved my cock inside her.
She didn’t resist. I was hoping she’d at least beg me not to do it there in
front of her house. There were a lot of trees and bushes, so no one could
probably see what was going on, but still—it wasn’t very good for her
reputation if someone happened to be out for a walk and managed to catch a
glimpse of our activities. Even more so if her father opened the door and
saw me banging his daughter on the hood of my Mercedes.
I didn’t care. Caring was dangerous.
She whimpered a few times. Her bottom had gotten quite a beating
tonight, between the wooden spoon, riding me while we made love on my
bed, and now being humped on a hard, metal automobile hood.
This was not intended to be a romantic moment. It was sex, pure and
simple. Animal-like. Carnal. That’s all I had to offer her. Physicality. Not
emotions.
“Daniel.” She said my name quietly. Then again.
And then I was done. I spent my last ounce of energy driving myself deep
inside of her. I leaned against her, laying upon her chest. I wanted to rip her
dress open so I could enjoy her bare breasts, but just didn't have enough
strength left to even try.
We laid there for a few moments, then she finally spoke.
“We should get up, Daniel. It’s late. We both need to sleep.”
I nodded and pushed myself away from her. I stepped back and pulled my
pants back on. She lowered her legs and leaned forward. I reached down
and picked up her panties from the cement ramp that led to the garage door.
I began to hand them to her but then decided to shove them in my pocket
instead. It wasn’t that I wanted them for any reason. Just a last-ditch effort
at humiliation—making her walk into her precious Daddy’s house pantyless
with my come dripping down her legs.
I wanted her to hate me. I wanted her to despise me.
The problem was that I wanted her anyway I could get her.
I made sure she got into her house and then sped away without looking
back. Maybe I needed to go find a hooker somewhere. Do like Peter had
done and find some other girl to go screw.
I drove around for another hour before heading home.
No answers.

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Lucy

ARIEL GAVE ME A ride to the art supply store. I needed some clay. I
needed a lot of clay.
“A new project? I thought you’d finished all of your assignments for
school.”
“This isn’t for school. It’s for me.”
“Oh? Did someone commission you to sculpt something for them?” Ariel
was a good friend. I could trust her with anything. But this was strictly
personal. There was no way I could tell her about my plans without hearing
her argue or try convincing me otherwise.
“No. Just need to work out some frustrations.”
“That’s a lot of clay. Must be some very big frustration.”
“I guess you could say that.”
“Is it Daniel?”
“Maybe.”
“Lucy.”
“Fine. Yes,” I said, nodding my head. If it was that obvious, then there
was no reason to pretend otherwise. “I don’t understand him. One minute
he’s romantic and so desirable. The next, he’s just a complete ass.”
“I think that’s how men like that are. And either you’re going to learn how
to deal with it, or you’ll be better off without him.”
“I don’t know what to do.”
“Lucy, there’s lots of other guys out there. You’re gorgeous and talented.
You need to forget about this guy and find someone your own age.”
 “Why does this shit need to be so serious? Why can’t two people just
agree to like each other and—and just like each other. I don’t know how to
say it.”
“I don’t know, Lucy. Guys are just weird. They say girls are hard to figure
out, but guys don’t make any sense at all.”
“Let’s go unload all this clay. I’ve got work to do. Lots of work.”
“You got it.” Arial hugged me. It felt strange. I guess I’d never been
hugged by another female since I was a little kid before my mother died.
“Thank you. Really.”
We unloaded the clay from the back of her car into my studio.
“Whew! That’s a couple hundred pounds of clay.”
“It’s a big project. Not sure how I’m going to do it all.”
“Can I help?” asked Ariel. “I’m more of a painter, but I can get my hands
dirty to help a friend.”
“Sure. Let’s start warming up some of this clay so I can get started.
Ariel and I spent the next two hours getting the clay worked and shaped.
“You’re making a life-sized person?”
I had already constructed a framework out of metal and set it up on a
small pedestal. “Let’s start with the basic shapes. Then I’ll start working on
the details a little at a time.”
When we finished, I pulled her aside.
“Let me look at you,” I said.
She gave me a puzzled look, but then shrugged her shoulders. “Okay.
What are you thinking?”
“Strip,” I told her.
“What?” She laughed.
 “I need a model.” As a fellow art student, she’s been around plenty of
nude models. “If you’re okay with it. I was going to set up a mirror and try
modeling for myself, but that’s really hard to do.”
“Oh, okay.” She laughed. “It’s funny, we’ve had nude models in some of
our classes, but I never thought of being a model myself. It feels a little
scary.”
“Never mind. It was just an idea. We don’t have to do it.”
“No, I want to try. Let me just go get undressed.”
“Okay. I have more clay to warm up.” I grabbed a slab of clay and
dropped it onto my work table. I pushed and rolled and manipulated it until
I felt it was ready. Then I turned and saw Ariel, standing completely naked
there next to the pedestal.
We’d been friends for a long time, but I realized I’d never seen her body
before. I forced myself not to see her as my friend but as a model, with the
same dispassionate view that I used for people at the university studio.
I added more and more clay to the base, forming it together a section at a
time. It would take quite a few sessions before I’d even worry about the
finer detail.
“What are you thinking?” she said. “Talk to me so I don’t get bored.”
“Working with stone is hard. It’s unforgiving. You make a mistake, and
it’s ruined. Or, you have to get creative and figure out how to disguise the
oops. But clay—clay is alive. It kinda has a life all its own. You push it
around, and you get it close to how you want it, but sometimes it’s like the
clay is in charge.”
“Art philosophy,” suggested Ariel.
“I guess. It’s like life, though. I think I know how Daniel is going to
behave. But then he does the opposite. I try to react to his manipulations,
because I know he’s going to try to get me to do something rude. Then he
flips it—changes it. I don’t know what to do with him.”
“He just wants you for sex, Lucy. He doesn’t give a shit about you.”
“Maybe. But, then he suddenly does something romantic.”
“I don’t see how you put up with him.”
It’s for Daddy’s job. That’s a lie, though. We’ve become more than that,
even though I should be disgusted with him. I heard the sound of the garage
door opening and looked at Ariel.
“Daddy’s home. You’d better get dressed, quick.” I helped her scoop up
her clothes and duck into the supply room until she could get dressed. We
giggled like a couple of junior high girls. I stepped back through the
doorway into the studio.
“Daddy,” I called. “I’m in here.”
“Oh, there you are, Lucy.”
Daddy entered the studio and glanced around.
“Oh, you’re starting a new project? Tell me about it.” He walked around
it, eyeing the abstract shapes.
“Well, I’m just getting started. It doesn’t look like much.”
“I can see that, Lucy. It looks like it’s going to be a human figure, but I
can’t for the life of me figure it out.” He raised his eyebrows and shook his
head. “Oh, I thought I heard voices. Is somebody here?”
“Hi, Daddy,” said Ariel, bouncing out of the back room, trying to get her
foot into her sneaker.
“Are you okay?” asked Daddy.
“I’m fine. I was just changing clothes when you came home. Sorry.
Awkward.”
 “Oh, you’re all right,” said Daddy. “If I ever wanted to have another
daughter, I’d be sure to pick you. You’re always so sweet.”
“She agreed to be my model for this project, Daddy. I know it doesn’t
look like her yet, but we just started on it today.”
“That sounds great, Lucy. You need to spend more time hanging around
with your friends and young people your age. The office I’m in is a bunch
of old guys who don’t have any idea how to treat young ladies like you and
Ariel.”
“I was just going to ask Lucy if she wanted to go out some time. We could
go check out that new club over on the west side of town.” Ariel smiled big
at Lucy and tilted her head to one side. “What do you think? Tonight?”
“Oh, not tonight. I’m really tired from working all this clay today. And
besides, I spent all my extra cash on this project. The metal for the frame
and a couple hundred pounds of clay.” I really was tired.
“Well, what about tomorrow night?” suggested Daddy. “You two can go
have a great time. In fact—here,” said Daddy, digging for his wallet. “My
treat. Get a taxi so you don’t have to worry about finding a place to park.
And, if you have a few glasses of wine too many, you won't need to worry
about driving home.” He handed me a wad of bills.
“Oh, Daddy, you’re so sweet. But maybe we can’t afford this. We should
save it.”
“Nonsense. I want you and Ariel to go have some fun.”
“Are you sure?” I asked. I wanted to go out. I needed to go out. But I
worried so much about Daddy. What if Daniel fired him? We might need all
of that money to buy food or pay for the electricity.
“I’m positive.”
 We walked Ariel to the front door, and we gave each other a hug. We
looked at each other for a moment and then laughed.
“See you, Lucy,” she smiled. “Tomorrow night? Girls’ night out?”
“Sounds good. Call me later.”
I poured Daddy a drink and fixed one for myself. I was tired and just
wanted to sit and think for a while. But Daddy had other ideas.
“So, tell me about work? How is the job going with Mr. Miller?”
“It’s going great,” I lied. Other than the notes I’d taken during the dinner,
I’d really done little else—except fuck my Daddy’s boss. “Daniel—I mean,
Mr. Miller is a hard man to work for, but I’ve learned a lot about business
already. I can see why he is in the position he’s in.”
“Mr. Miller—Daniel, as you seem to be comfortable calling him—is not a
good person. He has no issue with taking advantage of people.
Manipulating them. Using them. When he’s gotten what he wants, he
doesn’t hesitate to toss them into the nearest dumpster.”
“Daddy, that’s his job.”
“True. But the kind of individual that can do that type of job isn’t
someone I want my daughter having as a mentor.”
“Oh, he’s not that bad. He’s been very patient with me.”
“I think he’s been a whole lot more than patient. I think he’s got you
doing things that no little girl should ever be doing. Your mother would be
in tears right now if she had any idea you were mixed up with a bastard like
Daniel Miller.”
“Nothing happened,” I lied. “Besides, I can help you pay the bills. My
first paycheck is going to be more than I’ve ever earned before in my life.”
“And it’s going to be your last paycheck, too!”
“Daddy, what do you mean?”
 “I want you to resign. Immediately.”
I didn’t think I’d ever seen Daddy this upset before. He wasn’t just angry,
he was furious. I couldn’t tell if he was upset with me, or Daniel, or both of
us.
“But I need this work, Daddy. I have some school things coming up and I
don’t want you to use the money for our needs here at home to pay for my
school projects.”
“And I don’t want you working with Miller anymore. Period.”
“I can do it, Daddy. And I promise I won’t do anything to upset you.”
If Daddy ever knew what I’d been doing behind his back, just to save his
job, he’d be shocked. But I couldn’t tell him that I was doing all of this just
to save his job.
He sighed. “I don’t like it, but I suppose having some work experience on
your resume isn’t a bad thing. We’ll talk about this again. I don’t want him
looking at you funny.”
I fixed Daddy his dinner. He didn’t say anything to me the rest of the
night. It made me worry about his heart, to see him this worried.
But if he got fired, things would be much, much worse.
I called Ariel to talk about plans for tomorrow night. I’d have dinner
already made for Daddy—all he would have to do is heat it up in the
microwave. He was certainly capable of doing that on his own. We talked
about what we’d wear and when we’d meet up. It was set. I was looking
forward to something different than dinner with Daddy or an evening with
Daniel. I needed to get my head together. Sometime soon, I was going to
have to make a decision—a difficult decision—and I wasn’t looking
forward to it.
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Daniel

THERE WAS A TERRIBLE commotion in the outer office. Voices were

raised and someone sounded angry—very angry. That was the last thing I
wanted. I was trying to enjoy my first cup of coffee of the morning and
reviewing the stats from the previous day’s sales report. This was when I
was most productive. The sales staff didn’t come in for another hour—just
me and some secretarial and admin support people.
“What the hell is going on?” I said as I stepped out into the entryway. The
office was laid out with a central reception area and several small offices
along the longer wall. Someone was down at the far end where the
receptionist sat.
“Oh my God, what the hell?” It was Philip. He was acting like a crazed
animal, yelling and flailing his arms all around.
“I don’t care what that son of a bitch told you about not being disturbed. I
need to talk to him, and I need to talk to him now!”
I confess, I’d never seen Philip stirred up like this before. Frankly, I’d
never seen Philip stirred up about anything—accept his daughter. Oh shit.
This wasn’t good. “Let him in,” I said to the receptionist.
“May as well deal with this now—it’s not going to get any better,” I said
under my breath. “Good lord, what does he think he’s gonna do?”
He stormed down the reception area, his eyes wild. There was no doubt
who he was looking for—I just never expected to see him like this.
“You!” he shouted as he neared my office. “You son of a bitch!”
 I’d never heard him raise his voice before, and I certainly had never heard
him swear. This was a new version of the man.
A crowd quickly gathered to watch the spectacle. This was not how I
envisioned the day going.
“Come in, Philip. I can see you’re upset about something. Come in and sit
down. Let's see what we can do about it.”
Philip pushed past me. A vein was bulging at his temple, and I knew I’d
better calm him down before he had a stroke or a coronary there in my
office. I avoided making eye contact with those who had gathered out in the
reception area.
“You know damn well what’s going on, Daniel. I am fed up with you and
what you’re doing to my precious daughter.”
He finally sat, but he squirmed in his chair worse than a kid going to the
dentist for a toothache.
“So Philip. Things are really looking good for the department. I like some
of the changes you and your team have implemented. Great work by all of
you.”
I didn’t know if it would work, but one of the first lessons you learned
about managing people was how to distract them from what’s really got
them pissed off. And Philip was definitely pissed off.
“I’m not here to talk about sales numbers, Daniel. I’m here to demand that
you fire daughter.” He started to rise out of his chair. I motioned him to sit
back down.
“Philip. Philip. Let’s try to be calm here. You know your heart condition.
Just relax and we can talk about all of this like gentlemen.”
“Like gentlemen? You’re out lusting after my daughter, and you want to
solve our problems like gentlemen?”
 “Who said anything about lust?”
“Everyone knows you’ve had her behind closed doors with you. And you
weren’t taking notes.”
“Where on earth did you get these crazy notions from, Philip? Those are
some serious allegations.” Obviously, Lucy had shared some of our
activities with her darling Daddy, although I hadn’t expected her to do that.
“Everyone is talking about it. I don’t think it’s just watercooler talk.”
“I see. I thought you were going to tell me that Lucy was creating some
crazy stories about being with me. Watercooler talk—that stuff happens all
the time. You just need to ignore that. It’s pure nonsense. No one really
believes that.”
“You kept her late at your house the other night. I don’t know what time
you came in, but it was late. Neighbors said they saw a car in the driveway
early in the morning.”
“And you think she and I are having an affair of some kind? Is that it?
Philip, she’s just a kid.” The words taste like acid on my tongue. “I don’t
have time for playing with little girls. Hell, I don’t even have time for
women my own age.”
“I see how you look at her! And why did you encourage her to dress so
seductively the other night? I’ve never seen my little girl expose herself like
that in public.”
“Philip. Philip. How she looked that night was a surprise to me, too. I was
shocked that you allowed her to show up like that.”
“The neighbors said you were kissing her that night. They said they saw
you leaning her up against the front of your care. What the hell is that
about? You’re some kind of sex maniac or something?”
“Philip. Philip.”
 “Don’t you ‘Philip, Philip’ me, Daniel,” he interrupted. “My daughter is
done working for you. And you will never see her again. Do you
understand? Never. Never, ever, ever!”
“That’s up to her.”
“No,” said Philip as he stood and opened the door. Just as he began
walking out, he turned back and screamed at me. “And if you got my
daughter pregnant, I’ll sue you for everything you have, you son of a
bitch!”
I took a few deep breaths.
If this shit got out, the sex and the extortion, I would probably get fired. It
would be a public relations nightmare. Of course I had more than enough
money saved up from being an Ice Man that I wasn’t worried about that.
And people who were heartless in business could always find a place. It
wasn’t a major threat to my life, but it was a nuisance.
I was more worried about what would happen to Lucy.
Would her father hurt her? No, I didn’t think so.
Would it derail her art career if it was known that the Ice Man used her?”
Fuck.
I called her cell phone.
“Hello?”
“How did your father find out about us?”
A long pause. “What?”
“You told your father what we’ve been doing, didn’t you?”
“I didn’t tell him a thing.”
“Bullshit. Get over here. Right away. We have some fires to put out!”
I clicked off my cell phone and tossed it on my desk.
 “What am I going to do now? I knew that girl was going to be a problem.
Should have dumped her when I had the chance.” I was talking to myself
now. Great.
My door was still open. I should have closed it, but no one in their right
mind would have the courage to come knock on my door.
I knew it would be a while before Lucy could get here. I was not in the
mood to deal with business, yet there were things to do. I made a few calls.
Chatted with some people about shoring up some sagging sales numbers.
Called in a few favors. I needed to stay focused so I could survive the next
few hours.
Lucy was at my door before I knew it. She must have flown. The only
warning I was given that she had arrived was the increased murmur echoing
down the reception area.
“She charged into my office and pushed the door shut. “I never said
anything to Daddy about us. But listening to the chatter around the building
as I came in just now, I’d guess that everyone knows. What did I do? More
like, what did you do?”
She was wearing a pair of tight jeans, a t-shirt, and some heels. I was glad
to see she had on a bra. The last thing I needed was to get distracted by her
tits.
“Your precious Daddy, came storming in here an hour ago and started
accusing me of all kinds of things. The only thing I can assume is that you
had opened your mouth and blabbed about our affair.”
“Daniel, I never said a word. He confronted me yesterday and suggested
that maybe we were up to something, but I didn’t confirm any of it. I denied
it all.”
 I stood up and paced behind my desk. What was I thinking? I vowed then
and there that I’d never touch another employee’s daughter for as long as I
lived. Or maybe just any woman ever. Who needed sex? I had the memory
of fucking Lucy to keep me warm until I died.
“Have you talked to any of your neighbors?”
“No. Why? Did someone say something?”
“Apparently. Your father said some of the neighbors said they saw us the
other night outside your house.”
“Oh no. Daddy never said a word to me.”
“This has gotten out of hand. I suggest you stay away for a few days. No
one will even mention your absence. They’re all petrified to even make eye
contact with me right now.”
“I don’t blame them. You’re dangerous enough to their jobs as is—now
you’re ten times as bad.”
“Your father wants you to stop working for me.”
“He told me that, too, but I said I wouldn’t quit.”
I could see she was fighting back tears. The last thing I needed was to
have her running from my office crying. That would set the rumor mill
running.
“Look. For now, just stay away until I figure something out.” I handed her
a tissue. “Dry your eyes, get your composure back, then walk out of here
with your head high.”
“And what are you going to do?”
“I’m going to save my job.”
“That’s it? All you can think about is your own hide?”
“Think, Lucy. If I get fired, all they’re going to do is bring another person
like me. The first thing they’ll do is fire your father. Then this all have been
for nothing.”
Her eyes widened. Then she lifted her chin.
She opened the door and strutted off like she owned the damn place.
Some of the men congregated in the reception area wouldn’t look in my
direction, but they sure did check out Lucy’s ass as she walked by. Her high
heels elongated her already attractive legs, and even I couldn’t help but
admire her lovely rear end.
I went back into my office, closed the door, and got back on the phone. If
I could pull off what I had in mind, not only would it save my job, but I’d
have the big bosses asking me for tips on how to bed a college girl.

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Lucy

TO SAY I WAS pissed at Daniel would be an understatement. I wasn’t very

happy with Daddy, either. Both of them had kinda thrown me under the bus.
I was sleeping with Daniel to save Daddy’s job. I was also sleeping with
Daniel because I wanted to sleep with him. I wasn’t annoyed that someone
had seen us fucking on the hood of his car.
I was, however, annoyed that whoever saw us told Daddy.
Tonight, none of that mattered. Tonight, I was going out with someone I
could trust 100 percent. I could tell her more about Daniel, and about all the
crazy, kinky stuff we’d done so far. I could let my hair down, both literally
and figuratively, and just enjoy the evening. Who knows, maybe I would
find a nice guy to be with. I enjoyed Daniel, but his crazy bullshit about
business was about to drive me nuts.
I dug through my closet and came up with some very wonderful outfit
possibilities. Ariel showed up with a couple of choices, too. We laid
everything out on my bed and played mix and match.
“What do you think?” I held up a sweater and a super short skirt.
“What are you wearing under the sweater?” asked Ariel.
“The same thing I wore under my dress to have dinner at Daniel’s house
the other night. Drove him crazy so hopefully it will work on some other
guy.”
“You’re so bad, Lucy. Being with Daniel has changed you.”
“Do you think? I’m not so sure. I just think that how I behave with Daniel
is how I’ve always wanted to behave, but because of Daddy, I wouldn’t do
it.”
“You’re a risk taker.” Ariel smiled. “I want to be a risk taker, too.”
We picked out a shimmering off-the-shoulders top and a pair of very
form-fitting tights.
“Think the boys will like my ass?” She shook it around a little.
“Of course they will.”
“Which bra should I wear?” she asked, eyeing herself in the full-length
mirror.
“You want to be a risk taker? Wear the same bra I’m wearing.”
“But my nipples will show if it’s cold. Oh, what the hell.” She reached
under her top and unhooked her bra. A moment later, it was lying on the
bed next to the bra that I wasn’t going to wear.
“See? We match!”
“We do,” she laughed. “Indeed.”
“Did you call the taxi?” I asked.
“Should be here any time. He’s supposed to text me when he’s five
minutes away.”
“Daddy will be home any minute. I wanted to avoid having him see what
I’m wearing. You know, he’s protective of his little innocent angel,” I said
in a mocking voice.
“Innocent angel, yeah, right.”
Just then Ariel’s phone buzzed. “It’s the taxi. Damn, he’s out front
already.”
“Let’s go then. No reason to wait for trouble.”
We slipped out the studio’s side door and locked it behind us. The taxi
was there, and no sign of Daddy.
“Let’s go, let’s go!” I giggled as we hurried to the taxi.
 We were just pulling out of the driveway when Daddy pulled in. I just
waved and blew him a kiss. He’d never see what I was wearing—or what I
wasn't wearing. The driver was cool and gave us some tips on where the
best seats were in the club. He’d been there many times before with his
girlfriend and knew how everything was laid out.
“You don’t want to get too close to the stage. The band is good but really
loud. Oh, and if you see a bouncer wearing a green necktie, that’s Orlando.
He’s a friend. Just tell him Nick brought you over.” He handed Ariel a
business card. “Just show him this.”
“Thanks, Nick,” said Ariel, taking the card. “Hey, how late are you
working tonight?”
“My shift is just starting. I’ll be available all night. Just text me at that
second number on the card. That’s my personal cell. I pick up right away.”
He dropped us off at the side entrance to the club.
“Oh look, there’s Orlando now!” He tapped the horn and waved. The big
man waved back and motioned for me and Ariel to come to his door. There
was a line, but he let us right through. It was just like in the movies where
the A-list people get let in ahead of everyone else.
“Thank you, Orlando,” I said. “You and Nick are the best.”
“Any time, ladies. Is he picking you up later?”
“Yeah, probably. Unless someone else picks us up first,” laughed Ariel.
“Just be careful. There’s some sketchy guys coming in here. They flash
lots of money, but don't bother to tell you that it’s all borrowed and they
have to put it back in their mommy’s bank account before she finds out it’s
missing.”
“Thanks for the tip, Orlando. We will keep that in mind.”
 Inside, the place was already hopping. Nick said it got going earlier than a
lot of clubs, but that after midnight it went absolutely crazy. We found a
nice booth and ordered some drinks.
“Not too much too quick, Lucy,” advised Ariel. “We have a long night
ahead of us.”
The band was excellent. We decided to get up and dance together. If we
met some guys, it was fine. If we didn’t, that was fine, too. The main thing
was to just have fun.
“We need to be sure to tell Daddy thank you for the money,” I laughed.
“At least we don’t need to return it to him when we're done,” joked Ariel.
Ariel and I returned to our booth and ordered new drinks.
“Don’t sip anything that has been out of your sight,” I told Ariel. “Guys
will slip in all kinds of shit to trick a girl into coming home with him.”
“Yep,” agreed Ariel. “Better safe than sorry.”
“For sure.”
“Hey, ladies,” said a wonderful sounding voice from behind us. “I’m
Marcus.”
Without doubt, his eyes were on me only. Ariel just smiled.
“Care for a dance?”
I looked at Ariel and she nodded with approval. “Sure,” I said.
“I’ll guard our table,” she said.
Marcus was an excellent dancer. He looked familiar, so I asked him if I'd
seen him around the college campus.
“I’m working on my master’s in broadcast journalism.
“So you’re going to be a news guy on TV?”
“No. Hell, no. I do voice overs for movies and documentaries. I have a
golden voice and it’s going to make me lots and lots of money.”
 “Oh, cool. I’m a student there also.”
“You are? I don’t think I’ve seen you around.”
“I’m always over in the art building.”
“I’d spot that sexy body from halfway across the campus. Damn, you look
hot.”
“I guess that’s part of the problem. I usually don’t dress like this at
school.”
“How do you dress?”
“Umm, more boring.” Less sexy. “And I guess, frumpy.”
That makes him laugh. “Frumpy. Been a while since I heard that word. I’ll
try to remember it. Having a big vocabulary is part of my work. The more
words I know and can enunciate correctly, the better my chances are of
finding good work.”
“Enun—Enanci—I’m not even drunk, and I can’t say that word.
Enunciate.”
“There you go, Lucy. You got it. I'll make a broadcaster out of you yet!”
“I doubt it. My passion is sculpture. I wouldn’t trade it for anything.” He
seemed like a nice enough guy, but there wasn’t enough chemistry between
us to light a match.
“Let’s go back to my recording booth. We can talk a little more.”
Ariel had a companion by the time we returned.
“Oh, sister. Who do we have here?” I said, trying to match the smile on
her face.
“This is Travis,” she said. “Travis, this is my sister, Lucy. And her friend
is—Hmm, sorry, I forgot.”
“This is Marcus. He’s out at the school, too,” I offered.
“Oh cool,” said Ariel. “Travis is studying architecture.”
 “Ah hah!” I laughed. “Now I know who to come see when I need a house
built.”
“Yeah, come on over any time.” Travis winked.
“Hey,” Marcus said amiably. “No making a move on my girl.”
Marcus was a nice guy. Very sweet and I felt comfortable with him. Ariel
seemed to be hitting it off with Travis well enough too, but everything
felt…a little too safe. What did it say about me that I liked the forbidden,
the taboo, the coercion of Daniel Miller?
“Let’s go for a walk,” I said to Marcus. I looked at Ariel and she nodded
approval.
Nick had mentioned a quiet place up on the balcony level. I thought
Marcus and I should go check it out.
“You’ve been here before?” he asked.
“No, but a friend of ours comes here all the time. He told me to go check
it out.”
There was a dimly lit corner of the upper level. There weren’t any tables
or chairs, and you couldn’t see the stage from there, either. No one else was
around, so I thought I’d learn a little more about Marcus.
“You’re single?” I asked.
“Yeah, you know college life. Grad school is even worse. I don’t have
time for anything. My buddy hooked me up with one of the door guys. Let
me in without any problem.”
“Nice. You're nice, too, Marcus.” I took his hands in mine and stood face
to face with him. He was handsome enough. In a cute way. Not a serious,
mature way.
“You’re a pretty girl, Lucy.” He smiled and stood there looking back at
me. I closed my eyes, waiting for him to kiss me. Nothing happened.
 “Are you not interested in me?” I asked.
“No! I am. Honestly, I’m a little awkward.” A rough laugh.
“Inexperienced.”
“You seemed casual enough in the club.”
“That’s because it’s my job to be that way. It’s after the introduction that I
start running into trouble.”
“I see. Then, let me help you.” I leaned forward and kissed him. Not fast.
Not too long. Just enough to hopefully get some reaction. From me. I
wanted my insides to tumble over the way they did when Daniel kissed me.
Nothing.
I leaned back, disappointed.
“It was nice meeting you, Marcus. I should go find my friend.” I started to
walk away.
“Lucy, wait. Maybe we can meet for a date?”
“I don’t think so.” I turned and headed back down to the ground floor.
Why couldn’t I get turned on with someone my age? Someone who
wanted to date me the old fashioned way instead of forcing me into a
compromising position? Was something just broken inside me?
Ariel apparently didn't fare much better.
“Travis’s an ass,” she said, the look of disappointment ran across her face.
“Marcus was—what can I say? He was a nice guy.” I couldn’t contain my
laughter.
Ariel nearly spit out her drink. “Why does that sound terrible?” she asked.
“We were up in the secluded corner of the balcony that Nick told us
about. I wanted to kiss him, hoping it would make me feel something.”
“Poor guy,” she said. “No sparks?”
“Nothing.”
 “Forget men,” she shouted, making someone shout back that he would
change her mind. She ignored him. “Let’s just have a girls’ night. Dancing
and drinking, the two of us.”
“Here, here.”
We both laughed and rushed out onto the dance floor. That was it. No
more guys. We were going to have fun, just the two of us. And we did. We
danced until midnight. Our booth got swallowed up by some other couples,
but we didn’t care. Midnight came, and, just as Nick told us, the place
started to go wild.
Lots of guys hit on us, but we just smiled and sent them on their way. It
was more fun not having to worry about impressing anyone or defending
ourselves against unwanted attention. Finally, we were both done. We had
more than enough money for the taxi, so we went in search of Orlando.
“Hey girls, did you have a good time?” he asked as we walked out into
the cool night air.
“We did. It was fun. But now it’s time to head home.”
“Did you call Nick?”
“Yeah, he said he’s on his way.”
“Any luck with the guys?” he asked.
“Yeah, not so much,” laughed Ariel.
“Better luck next time. Actually, it’s a lot more fun if you have someone
to come here with. You know. A couple. Most of these guys here just want
in your panties anyway.”
I laughed, but just then Nick’s taxi rolled into sight. I avoided having to
explain why I thought Orlando’s comment was funny.
“You ladies calling it a night already?” called Nick from his cab window.
He hopped out and opened the back door for us.
 We pulled into Daddy’s driveway. The porch light was on, as was the
living room light.
“Do you think he waited up for us?” asked Ariel as we paid Nick and
headed for the front door.
“I doubt it. And even if he did, he would have fallen asleep by now.”
I found my key, and we stepped inside. Daddy was nowhere in sight.

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Lucy

“THAT WAS A LOT of fun,” Ariel said, laughing as we stumbled through

the door together. We were both a little tipsy from a few too many beers.
“Shhh!” I tried whispering. “Daddy might hear us.”
“Oh, that’s right,” she giggled. “Shhhh.”
We plopped down on the sofa in the living room, tired from too much fun
and a lot of dancing.
“I don’t think I’ve ever danced that much before,” Ariel admitted. “But it
was a blast. I hope we can do it again sometime.”
“We will. We will.” I looked at Ariel and then suddenly burst out
laughing.
“What? What’s so funny?” she asked.
“We have terrible taste in boys,” I said, thinking about Marcus and Travis.
“Oh my gosh. Travis was such a waste of breath. I can’t believe he and I
talked for almost an hour. And what did we talk about? Sex? No! Partying?
No! Fun places to go on a date? No! We talked about grades of metal and
which ones were most economical.”
Just then, Daddy stuck his nose around the corner.
“You girls doing okay?” he asked.
“Hi, Daddy. We’re fine. Maybe too much to drink, but we’re home safe.
We had a good time. Thank you. Thank you,” I blurted out, trying not to
sound drunk.
“Okay,” he replied. “I’ll go back to bed. I heard your voices and wanted to
make sure you both were okay.”
 “We’re fine, Daddy,” giggled Ariel. “I think we’ll fall asleep soon. I’m
tired.”
Daddy disappeared and we could hear his bedroom door close.
“That’s the last we’ll see of Daddy,” I said. “Once he closes his bedroom
door, that’s it. He’ll be out like a light and no amount of noise will bother
him.”
We looked at each other and tried not to laugh. It had been such a crazy
night. A crazy day.
“Lucy?”
“Yes, Ariel?”
“Do you think you’re in love with Mr. Miller?”
“I don’t know,” I whispered, when I should have shouted no.
Somewhere in my haze of alcohol and exhaustion, we fell asleep. I don’t
remember hearing Daddy leave for work in the morning. I don’t know if he
saw us, but I’m glad I didn’t have to face him while feeling dehydrated and
chagrined over my behavior last night.
I offered Ariel some of my clothes to wear. We dressed quickly and then
headed for the kitchen. We laughed while we fried some eggs and bacon.
Ariel made coffee and some toast.
“Just grab some paper plates from the pantry,” I told her. “The less dishes
I need to wash, the better.”
After breakfast, we sat in the living room. We’d gathered our clothes and I
gave Ariel a bag to put hers into.
She helped me warm up some clay, working it back and forth.
“I think I like clay,” she said. “I mean, I love doing watercolor and ink,
but there’s something fun… What’s the word? Tactile. Yeah, something
about how it feels in your hands.”
 “Do you need me to model again?” she asked.
“I think I have it now.”
“Do you want to talk about it?”
“About what?”
“About big scary Mr. Miller.”
I groan. “No. I’m done with him, and all boys.”
“I have a feeling he’s no longer a boy.”
That was true enough. He was all man. Is that why I reacted to him when
I couldn’t care less about any of the guys at the club? Ariel watched me
work for a little while before saying goodbye. I stayed working on my
sculpture. When she posed for me that had helped, but the truth is this
wasn’t a sculpture of her. It wasn’t a self-portrait, either. It was something
new, something I was becoming. A grown woman. A sexual creature.
Someone who was comfortable with her body, with her desires. Someone
who wanted more.
Daddy pulled into the driveway and opened the garage door.
I hadn’t realized how long I’d been working in the studio. It was dark
outside.
He looked at the clay figure in the middle of the studio and covered his
eyes.
“Too much information,” he said, turning back into the garage with his
hands covering his eyes. “Join me in the garden room.”
“Oh Daddy,” I said. “It’s art.”
He was already sitting in his favorite rattan chair that was surrounded by a
variety of large tropical-type plants. He had tossed his suit coat on a small
side table and was working off his shoes when I entered.
“Where is Ariel?” he asked.
 “She needed to go. She was just heading out when you came home.”
“I see. Well, I have some interesting news for you, Lucy,” he started.
I was already afraid that it was about my job at the company.
“What news is that?”
“You’re not going to believe this, but my job is no longer on the chopping
block!”
“What?” I was stunned. Maybe confused was the better word. The way
Mr. Miller had behaved the other day, I thought for sure that Daddy was
done. “How? Why?”
“I have to be honest, we were all shocked. The staff from HR had
gathered all of us into the main conference room down on the second floor.
I was sure we were all going to get our severance packages.”
“And then?”
“The head of HR introduced us to our new boss. He’s been working up
with one of the VPs for over a year now. Getting groomed for something.
Nobody really knew what was going on.”
“Did Mr. Miller get fired?”
“Well, that’s what I wondered, too. If I had a new boss, where did Miller
go?”
I waited patiently for Daddy to give me the rest of the story.
“Apparently, Miller had been able to put together some quick sales
projects. He handed them out yesterday morning after—after I had my
meeting with him.”
“Yeah, I heard about that meeting. Everyone thought for sure he was
going to fire you on the spot.”
“Well, anyway. He came up with this new concept for how we organize
our sales programs, and it all came together. It was like magic. I don’t know
how he did it.”
“So, what happened to Mr. Miller?”
“I couldn’t believe it. He got promoted. He’s now vice president for a new
division they had just created. I don’t know if he was being groomed for
that job, or if he just happened to fall into it.”
I was totally shocked.
“Promoted?” I couldn’t believe it.
“Yep. And all of my team got to keep their jobs, plus we even received an
early bonus.” He had a smile from ear to ear. “No one expected that.”
I was glad for his good news. I didn’t think I’d seen him that happy in
years.
“Your new boss? Is he a nice guy or is he another Ice Man?”
“He’s an incredibly nice guy. Family man. Wife and three kids.”
“That’s nice. It means you might have a lot less stress from work.”
“True.” He paused for a moment and his smile faded a little. “But I do
have some bad news.”
“Yes?” I already knew what was coming.
“HR had some paperwork for you. Of course, you didn’t know anything
about the meeting. I have it in my briefcase.”
“And?”
“Daniel was too busy to deal with it, so they asked me if I could take care
of this with you.”
I couldn’t tell if he was happy or sad.
“They’ve eliminated your position. The new boss won’t need you, and
Mr. Miller’s new office is already fully staffed.”
“So my job is gone?” That hurt. That hurt more than it should have. I’d
done everything I could to save Daddy’s job, and now it seemed like it
hadn’t been needed. And now, what little benefit I had from working with
the company was gone. Wiped out.
And Mr. Miller didn’t even have the heart to tell me himself.
“Lucy. I don’t know everything that happened between you and Miller.
And I think I don't want to know. Rather than put you in an awkward
situation to explain everything, I’m just going to push it off to the side and
pretend it didn't happen.”
“Thanks. I guess.”
“Okay. I’ll just let that go.” He shook his head. “Oh, but I have some good
news. I have your severance package from the company. It’s actually quite
sizable.”
“What do you mean?”
“I’m not sure. I guess HR wanted to do right by you since I’ve been with
the company so long.”
My stomach turns over. Maybe that’s the reason for the severance
package. Or maybe HR wants to make sure they won’t get in trouble for
what Mr. Miller and I did together. Or maybe this is Mr. Miller’s way of
paying me to go away.

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Lucy

I WASN’T SURE WHAT to make of all of this. Part of me was relieved

that I wouldn’t have to worry about school. And it was great that Daddy had
a new boss who was actually a decent human being. But I was totally
confused about me and Mr. Miller. Were we done? Just like that? No
goodbye. No, let’s meet up sometime. Nothing?
I went back to the studio and threw some clay around on the worktable.
The last few days had been a real rollercoaster ride of emotions. I was sad,
happy, aroused, hurt, wanted, used, angry, excited—and now? Now what?
I hurried from the studio and hopped in the shower. I put on the skirt and
blouse I had worn the night Daniel came to our house for dinner. I brushed
my hair and let it fall naturally around my back and shoulders. I slipped on
some heels, did a little makeup, and dashed a little perfume behind my ears.
“Daddy, I’m going to borrow your car,” I said, as I entered the dining
room.
“What about dinner?”
“There are plenty of leftovers. You can heat it up.”
“Where are you going? You look wonderful, dear.”
“I have some—some business to attend to.”
“Okay dear. Just be safe.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
I backed Daddy’s car out of the garage, hit the remote button for the door,
and sped down the road. This needed to be done. I couldn’t let things just
end.
 Daniel didn’t seem totally shocked when I stepped into his office. He had
been looking out the window and spun around in his chair when he heard
me come in.
It was a corner office, with floor-to-ceiling glass windows that covered
both exterior walls. The view of the city spreading out below was
breathtaking. His desk was twice the size of this previous one. There was a
small conference table with several plush chairs around it. A small sofa was
at the end of his office opposite his desk. There weren't any file cabinets.
All of that mundane furniture was in the outer office—the only things in his
office were the essential ones.
“Nice place you have here.”
“You shouldn't be here.”
“And you shouldn’t have fucked me,” I say, reveling in the crass word. “I
guess neither one of us cares much for the rules laid out by other people.”
“What do you want, Lucy?”
“Is that what you call me?”
“Don’t.”
“You call me baby girl. And I call you—”
“We can’t do this.”
“And I call you Daddy.”
Daniel leaned back in his chair, expressionless. “Not anymore.”
My heart skipped a beat. “You don’t want me?”
It took a moment before he answered. “I want you more than I want my
next breath. More than I want this fucking corner office. More than I want
anything, but I can’t have you.”
“I’m right here.”
 “I never should have suggested that you let me fuck you just to save your
father’s job.”
“But you did. And you made me like it, damn you. You don’t just get to
walk away from that.”
“I never should have touched you. Go back to your life. Your art school.
Your fucking frat boy assholes at clubs.
My eyebrows went up. “Were you following me?”
“I don’t trust them,” he muttered.
That made me laugh. “You’re the worst of them.”
“I know that much,” he said on a growl. “I always knew I was an asshole.
I just never had anyone I wanted to protect from myself…before you.”
“What’s done is done, Daniel.” I walked slowly around the corner of his
desk.
“Honestly, I don’t understand why you don't absolutely hate me.”
“I don’t hate you. In fact, I think I might even love you.”
“You're young. Confused. You don’t know what you're doing.”
“I know exactly what I’m doing, Daniel. I am more than old enough and
mature enough to know what I want. What I’m doing and how to do it.”
That was it. No more words. The time for talking was over.
I knelt down in front of him and methodically unfastened his trousers. He
was already hard. I took hold of his cock and began following the steps he
had given to me. Perhaps he had forgotten that I was a good little assistant
and used to following directions.
I’d taken notes that day. Now I was taking the test.
I sucked him long and hard, licking his dick up one side and down the
other. I played with it, squeezed his balls, and used my hands to keep him
hard and ready.
 “Fuck,” he groaned, already bending, already becoming mine.
Because he was mine.
As much mine as I was his.
We belonged to each other.
I pulled back, breathing hard.
His eyes burned with lust and something else. Affection? Intimacy?
Maybe even love. “If we do this, your father is going to fucking kill me.”
“I think you can defend yourself. But you can’t hurt him. That’s my rule.”
His lips quirk. “I’m not good at following rules.”
“You’ll follow mine.”
“And you’ll follow mine?”
My body turned liquid. “Yes.”
“Is that what you call me?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
He started to unbutton his shirt. I stopped him and did it for him. In a few
moments, he was naked, and we held each other close for a moment. Then
he guided me over to the conference table and shoved the rolling chairs out
of the way.
He lifted me onto the table and laid me on my back. “You are so fucking
beautiful. So perfect. Maybe if it was just that, if you were just like one of
your gorgeous statues, someone I could fuck and then walk away from, this
wouldn’t be happening.”
“I’m not,” I gasped as he kissed my neck and my lips, then started to work
his way down my chest. He paused and kissed each of my breasts and
sucked on my nipples.
Yes, this was how it was supposed to be.
 He traced a line down my belly and kissed both of my thighs. He got
down on his knees and spread my legs apart. He knew what he was doing. I
moaned a little as his tongue explored my clit. It had been there before, but
this felt new. It felt like the first time in Daddy’s office. I lifted my legs over
his shoulders. I was still wearing my heels, the only thing I hadn’t removed.
I felt good. He felt good touching me.
“I can’t have you.” He touched my clit with his thumb, gently brushing,
back and forth, back and forth. One finger slipped inside me. Then another.
“But I can’t let you go. Where does that leave us?”
“Together,” I gasp. He rubbed me more and more, faster and faster. This is
what I wanted. No schoolboy could make me feel this way. Daniel was a
man. He was rough, and he was cold, but he knew how to get me aroused.
He was doing it right now.
“Together,” he says, grimly, like a promise.
The Ice Man is gone now. In his place is fire in the shape of a man,
burning hot.
I thought I was going to explode. I wanted him in me. I wanted him to
penetrate me with everything he had. I wanted it now.
But Daniel had different plans. I think that’s one of the reasons why I
loved him. He was unpredictable. He was full of surprises. He was a risk
taker, and that turned me on.
He lifted me off the conference table and took me to the window. He
dropped me down to my knees and then fingered me from behind. I stayed
there on my hands and knees, looking out the window where all of the cars
moved up and down the avenue below. My face was up against the window.
It wasn’t the most safe feeling, but what he was doing with his hands
between my legs made everything else seem insignificant.
 “Everyone will see,” he said, his voice rough. “Everyone will know that
you’re mine. Every inch of this body. Every inch of your heart. I won’t rest
until it belongs to me.”
Then it happened. He took hold of my hips with both hands and centered
himself behind me. When he finally slid inside of me, I was ready for it,
prepared to take all of him. I wanted it hard and fast.
I moaned. “Yes, Daddy.”
No more games. But he took his time. He seemed to be savoring each
moment, each movement in and then out. He pushed it in as far as he could
push it, then pulled back as far as he could without quite coming out. Each
time, I became hotter and hotter. I could feel my blood begin to boil with an
arousal I’d never known before.
He whispered into my ear. “Because you already have every inch of
mine.”
Then he lifted me up, slid me up against the glass, his cock still securely
implanted between my legs. My naked body was pushed hard against the
glass window. My breasts were pressed against the hard surface. There was
nothing else I could do but be in my lover’s control. I looked through the
darkness at the building across the street and wondered if anyone was
watching. I hoped someone was. That made it feel more wrong. And more
right.
Daniel lifted one of my legs so he could find a better angle, and then
thrusted hard and fast. I could feel every inch of him going deep inside of
me.
The moon shone down on top of us, illuminating our bodies against the
darkness. It was late, but neither of us cared. Somewhere in the office, a
clock chime sounded that it was midnight, and I felt Daniel explode inside
of me.

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