[fic] Father's Day
Jun. 15th, 2008 01:52 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sweetsalomeAuthor's Note: ADULT CONTENT. There, that's your warning, abandon hope all ye who enter here.
Father's day at the Collin's house hold was never, ever normal. At least not from an outsiders perspective, or anyone that had any shred of decency or morals. It usually involved drinking and various types of women filtering in and out of the large master bedroom in the Collin's New York townhouse. It would be one thing if hookers were the only thing that were given as gifts for father's day. It was another one when the blond teen was wrapped up and offered over with a smile.
Father's day at the Collin's house hold was never, ever normal. At least not from an outsiders perspective, or anyone that had any shred of decency or morals. It usually involved drinking and various types of women filtering in and out of the large master bedroom in the Collin's New York townhouse. It would be one thing if hookers were the only thing that were given as gifts for father's day. It was another one when the blond teen was wrapped up and offered over with a smile.
This Father's day was different, they were in two very far away locations, but that didn't seem to put a damper on their addiction. She put in a call to her father's assistant, asking about where her father was shopping for his latest toys. Ian had been with the company for years, her father, even longer. He knew everything that went on in every single room of the house, and the business. So he wasn't surprised by the call, in fact he had been waiting for it, and was more then happy to oblige her in the purchases she needed to make.
Once she was assured of delivery, she hung up and called her father's cell phone. Ian had told her that he was currently unwinding from a long day of meeting in his hotel suite, perfect for her plan. She had rented a hotel room with internet access, not that hard to do in the city of angels, for while she had very little sense of decency, she didn't want to be interrupted.
The call started off normally, they exchanged pleasantries and he asked her how she was liking the west coast. She asked him how he was enjoying Tokyo, barely suppressing the urge to ask if he was enjoying his last days of freedom. Let him squander them, she knew that even if she told him, he would anyway. Either that, or he would come back to Nassau and demand for her to come back home too. She wasn't going to be his last resort fuck.
However, the webcam chat was her idea, but it didn't take much coaxing to get him to agree. She could see the older man sitting in a large, high backed hotel room, that generic pattern that a certain chain of hotels used in all their rooms. Sitting in his white terry cloth robe, half opened so she could see the dark hair on his chest, the pale of his skin. A sly smirk peeked out from under the hair of his goatee. Fucking prick.
It wasn't a father daughter relationship, no, that had ended all those years ago when he crept into her bedroom to take what he thought was his. This was a bitter revenge fuck. He had left her and now she was going to show him everything that he couldn't have any more. She was going to love watching him squirm until his gift arrived, and as she started to unbutton her dress she thought about canceling his relief.
The strip wasn't anything fancy, just a slow taking off of her clothes under his direction. He wanted to see her out of the dress, he wanted to see her in the lingerie he knew she had on. A low cut, white lacy push up bra that gave her more cleavage that she actually had. A matching garter belt held up thigh high white stockings. The outfit stood out against her cinnamon skin, and she could hear the voice on the other end moan breathlessly.
She moved for him, showing off her slight curves, the way the fabric crawled up her thighs. Her ass and the slope of her back as she knelt on all fours, on the bed. Long limbs stretched out, as his voice began to get rough and ragged. As she brushed hair away from her eyes, watching her father loosen his robe she smirked. He was asking her nicely to touch herself, to show him how wet she was. When she refused, he groaned and growled out a warning. The noise sent shivers down her spine, but there was nothing he could do. There was no way that he could make her give him what he wanted from where he was. She was safe.
When she still refused, but knelt on the bed, running her fingers over her stomach to the garter belt that hugged her waist. As her fingers touched herself, the smooth mons, he exhaled, and he relaxed a little. Not much, and he had a good reason not to, because she pulled her fingers away with a smirk. So frustrated, he barked out a moan and then a threat, he would teach her how to properly behave when he got back.
He had enough of her playing, now it was time to give him what he wanted, what he deserved, what was his.
She was silent as she slid her hand down her body once more to finally touch herself. Gathering the moisture she straightened up and sucked on her middle finger, moaning softly as she watched him. His cheeks were red, she could see that even through the pixilated image on the screen. He was moaning, his hand moving in his lap, rubbing himself, even when the door opened, and she heard the girls she had hired for him come in.
Caught off guard, he grunted and stuttered into the phone, dropping it as he turned to look at the two women come in. She watched them for a moment, move to her fathers chair, pawing at his clothes and kissing his flesh. He seemed to be sated with them, and so she hung up the phone and shut the laptop.
She didn't know how to feel when she disconnected herself from something she hadn't experienced in a long time. Part of her wanted to feel triumphant, another part, guilty, not because she had just shown herself to her father, but because she wasn't being totally faithful to Mortie. Not that he would ever know, she got rid of that feeling just like she got rid of her moral consciousness when it came to these things.
Stripping out of her outfit, she balled it up and tossed it away before redressing. The phone and her laptop went back into her bag and she walked out of the room, smiling as if the last hour didn't even happen. It would be the last father's day he would ever spend in the outside world, so why not let the old man have a little fun?
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Once she was assured of delivery, she hung up and called her father's cell phone. Ian had told her that he was currently unwinding from a long day of meeting in his hotel suite, perfect for her plan. She had rented a hotel room with internet access, not that hard to do in the city of angels, for while she had very little sense of decency, she didn't want to be interrupted.
The call started off normally, they exchanged pleasantries and he asked her how she was liking the west coast. She asked him how he was enjoying Tokyo, barely suppressing the urge to ask if he was enjoying his last days of freedom. Let him squander them, she knew that even if she told him, he would anyway. Either that, or he would come back to Nassau and demand for her to come back home too. She wasn't going to be his last resort fuck.
However, the webcam chat was her idea, but it didn't take much coaxing to get him to agree. She could see the older man sitting in a large, high backed hotel room, that generic pattern that a certain chain of hotels used in all their rooms. Sitting in his white terry cloth robe, half opened so she could see the dark hair on his chest, the pale of his skin. A sly smirk peeked out from under the hair of his goatee. Fucking prick.
It wasn't a father daughter relationship, no, that had ended all those years ago when he crept into her bedroom to take what he thought was his. This was a bitter revenge fuck. He had left her and now she was going to show him everything that he couldn't have any more. She was going to love watching him squirm until his gift arrived, and as she started to unbutton her dress she thought about canceling his relief.
The strip wasn't anything fancy, just a slow taking off of her clothes under his direction. He wanted to see her out of the dress, he wanted to see her in the lingerie he knew she had on. A low cut, white lacy push up bra that gave her more cleavage that she actually had. A matching garter belt held up thigh high white stockings. The outfit stood out against her cinnamon skin, and she could hear the voice on the other end moan breathlessly.
She moved for him, showing off her slight curves, the way the fabric crawled up her thighs. Her ass and the slope of her back as she knelt on all fours, on the bed. Long limbs stretched out, as his voice began to get rough and ragged. As she brushed hair away from her eyes, watching her father loosen his robe she smirked. He was asking her nicely to touch herself, to show him how wet she was. When she refused, he groaned and growled out a warning. The noise sent shivers down her spine, but there was nothing he could do. There was no way that he could make her give him what he wanted from where he was. She was safe.
When she still refused, but knelt on the bed, running her fingers over her stomach to the garter belt that hugged her waist. As her fingers touched herself, the smooth mons, he exhaled, and he relaxed a little. Not much, and he had a good reason not to, because she pulled her fingers away with a smirk. So frustrated, he barked out a moan and then a threat, he would teach her how to properly behave when he got back.
He had enough of her playing, now it was time to give him what he wanted, what he deserved, what was his.
She was silent as she slid her hand down her body once more to finally touch herself. Gathering the moisture she straightened up and sucked on her middle finger, moaning softly as she watched him. His cheeks were red, she could see that even through the pixilated image on the screen. He was moaning, his hand moving in his lap, rubbing himself, even when the door opened, and she heard the girls she had hired for him come in.
Caught off guard, he grunted and stuttered into the phone, dropping it as he turned to look at the two women come in. She watched them for a moment, move to her fathers chair, pawing at his clothes and kissing his flesh. He seemed to be sated with them, and so she hung up the phone and shut the laptop.
She didn't know how to feel when she disconnected herself from something she hadn't experienced in a long time. Part of her wanted to feel triumphant, another part, guilty, not because she had just shown herself to her father, but because she wasn't being totally faithful to Mortie. Not that he would ever know, she got rid of that feeling just like she got rid of her moral consciousness when it came to these things.
Stripping out of her outfit, she balled it up and tossed it away before redressing. The phone and her laptop went back into her bag and she walked out of the room, smiling as if the last hour didn't even happen. It would be the last father's day he would ever spend in the outside world, so why not let the old man have a little fun?
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