Blackmail/night out/"To the nicest restaurant in town of course!"

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[[Category: Blackmail]]  
[[Category: Blackmail]]  

Revision as of 23:08, 1 October 2013

You smile brightly at that. You've never been to a really nice restaurant before!

Your Daddy offers you his arm which you take, smiling the whole way to the car. Once in the car you stare out the window and think about how you need to thank Dr. Milton for fixing your relationship with your Daddy. You can't believe you were mad at him just a couple of days ago! And now look at how things are working out!

When you arrive at the restaurant you are surprised when a man in a nice shirt opens your door for you and offers you a hand to help you get out of the tall truck. You are so surprised in fact that you allow your dress to ride up while climbing out, flashing the man your pussy. The man gives your Daddy a knowing look, but doesn't say anything as you blush and quickly adjust your skirt.

Your father once again offers you his arm as he leads you into the fancy restaurant. You marvel at the beautiful decor while your Daddy chats with the hostess. Soon he calls out for you and you let him lead you behind the hostess down a long corridor. Finally, she lets you into a small alcove with a curtain across the door way.

"You're private room, sir," she says. "Douglas will be your waiter this evening. He will be by shortly."

You slide into the booth in the alcove and scoot around to the back while your Daddy does the same from the other side. You pick up the menu and are shocked to see the prices!

"Daddy how can we afford this?" you exclaim.

"Shhh... while we are out in public call me 'dear.' And I got a signing bonus from my new job today, so we have plenty of money," he whispers, patting your leg reassuringly at the end.

With that your waiter enters the alcove. "Good evening Sir and Ma'am. Thank you for dining with us tonight. Are you celebrating anything this evening?" he asks.

"Yes, I.. uh... just got a new job today," your Daddy replies.

"Well congratulations, Sir. Now what can I get you to drink?" the waiter asks.

"I'll have a whiskey and coke and the lady will have a glass of the house red," your Daddy replies.

"Very good sir," the waiter replies. "I'll just give you a few minutes to look over the menus."

And with that the waiter departs. After you are sure the ghost is clear.

"But Da...uh... dear.... I'm not old enough to drink," you whisper.

Your Daddy just smiles. "Shh... of course you do.... Cheryl," he says as he hands you your mother's ID. You smile and put the ID in your purse, this is way better than your fake ID...

With that the waiter comes back inside. Setting a fizzing drink in front of your father and a glass of wind in front of you. Once again your Daddy does all the talking, ordering a steak for each of you (thankfully he ordered you a small one). And with that the waiter is gone again. Your Daddy points to your glass which you nervously pick up. You hope that this is better than that beer you had last night... You take a sip and find that it doesn't taste all that bad at all.

When you look up your Daddy is looking at you expectantly.

"Oh it's very delicious. Thank you... uh... dear," you say.

He smiles. "You know how you could really thank me?"

You just shake your head.



Requirements: This is a story about a young girl written in second person.

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