Page 4 of Daddy's Bad Girl
“Maybe about two hours because Katie was colicky. Oh man, it was rough, but you know Jenna needs her sleep because she’s still trying to recover from labor and delivery. So I’ve been getting up with the baby at night, and it’s a riot.”
I smile.
“But this is what you wanted, Dad. You wanted to be a father again at the ripe old age of forty-five.”
“Yeah, and look what it got me,” Rick says in a rueful tone. “I’ve aged twenty years in the past two months.”
I merely laugh because I know Rick isn’t sad about it at all. In fact, my father’s over the moon about the new baby, and went to great lengths to impregnate Jenna. It’s kind of a crazy story, actually. Evidently, he started sleeping with my friend, and convinced her to use the shot for contraception. But instead of administering Depo Provera, he was giving her a placebo! Of course, Jenna got pregnant, and was furious with him when she found out. What woman wouldn’t be? But somehow, everything worked out and now, little Katie is the light of their lives. Even better, my dad’s dreams have come true – he has a beautiful girlfriend, and a darling baby girl to dote on too.
But Rick’s intent on being a good father to me too, which is why I get a lot of calls from him even though I’m a grown woman.
“So what’s up?” I ask, raising my eyebrows. “Is Katie okay?”
“Everything’s fine,” my dad hums, his expression a bit conflicted. “Your sister is sleeping like a babe right now – wait a minute, what are you wearing, Ems?”
I glance down and flush because my dress is strapless and it almost looks like I’m naked. But I shake my head.
“I have a tube top on, that’s all,” I say quickly. “It’s the fashion these days! I’ve paired it with jean shorts and sneakers for a fun and casual look. It was unseasonably hot today.”
My dad doesn’t look totally convinced, but he nods.
“Okay, but you’re wearing a lot of make-up, too,” he says in a slow tone. “Is there a reason?”
Oh my god, where is this going? Does my dad know about Club Z? But it can’t be because Club Z is for billionaires, while my dad is only a doctor. Rick makes good money, don’t get me wrong, but not enough to afford Z-level entry fees.
“No, no, it’s just the phone screen doing it,” I lie glibly. “I have a filter on so it makes me look like I’m a drag queen, but trust me, it’s just special effects.” Then I smile brightly. “So what’s up?” I repeat.
My dad looks conflicted again, and I suspect he has something on his mind. But he shakes his head.
“I’m just calling to say hi, sweetheart,” he says.
I smile kindly into the screen.
“Dad, you don’t have to check up on me all the time,” I say patiently. “I know you feel like you missed out on my childhood because Mom moved me to Florida, but it’s okay. You’re an amazing father, and I’ve never held it against you. It’s fine.”
Rick nods, his blue eyes still a bit shadowed.
“Okay, but I just wanted to say I love you, sweetheart,” he says. “Feel free to tell me about anything that’s bothering you, and I mean anything. Meanwhile, I’ll send you a photo of Katie because she looks just like you, Ems. The resemblance is astonishing!”
I laugh because there’s no resemblance. I look like my mother, who’s blonde and fair, while Katie looks like my dad with his black hair and olive-toned skin. But I nod.
“Sure, I’d love to see a photo of Katie, and I’ll swing by the house soon to play with my baby sister in person. Now, I really need to go Dad, so I’ve got to scoot. Bye!”
Then, I wave and with another click, the screen goes dark. But before I can thrust my cell into my purse, the phone vibrates again before lighting up with a photo. Oh my god, what is this? My eyes bug out because it’s a snap of my friend, Jenna, buck naked while smiling at the camera with her legs parted. Not only that, but there’s a huge dick buried halfway in her cunt, and I can see how that dick is shiny and wet with her female nectar. Even worse, I know it’s my Dad’s dick! Ugh, gross!
That does it. Rick just accidentally sent me an X-rated photo of him and my best friend, when he meant to send a snapshot of my cute baby sister. Eeew! I’m not doing this anymore. I turn off my phone entirely and then thrust it into my purse before hopping out of the vehicle. Then, I teeter up to the entrance of Club Z, where the big doors swing open silently, as if expecting my arrival. I take a deep breath before entering because the world outside is crazy, with my dad hooking up with my friend, and all sorts of wild shenanigans. At least at Club Z, the vibe is sexy but controlled ... or so I think.
3
Logan
There’s nothing controlled about Club Z. How can there be? This place is where billionaires indulge in filth, so I’d say the exact opposite is true. It’s total chaos on club premises, although looking around, you’d never guess.
After all, the club spends a lot of money on preserving the illusion of control. I’m currently at a bar on the first level, and it’s business as usual. Handsome men in suits relax on velvet-flocked sofas and chairs, chatting and smoking cigars. Scantily clad women circulate among the clientele, taking orders and offering drinks. But this is more than just your regular waitress service because as I watch, a pretty young server puts down her tray before turning and bending over before a dashing billionaire. Then, she moans as he flips her skirt over her hips before pushing two thick fingers deep into her pussy. The young woman’s eyes flutter shut as she pants, her breasts heaving. She cries out with delight as she’s finger fucked deliciously in full view of all the men at the bar, and even better, she’s not embarrassed at the voyeurism. Yep, this is at Club Z at its best, and there’s no holding back. In fact, the debauched scene has my cock hard, and I decide to indulge.
“I’d like some milk,” I say in a deep voice as my server approaches. Melinda is a gorgeous vixen with flowing red hair, green eyes, and a luscious figure made even more voluptuous from giving birth about a year ago. Her teats are huge from nursing, and her hips wide with delivery. Melinda works it too because she knows that the billionaires here prefer sassy and curvy, as opposed to some of the other clubs where stick figures roam the hallways. As a result, Melinda smiles flirtatiously before putting down her tray.
“Unfortunately, there’s no milk right now, Mr. Blackshaw,” she mewls sweetly. “But I can offer you a quick suckle, if you like.”
