Dirty Daddy

by Brenda Ford

  That must be the reason for him making us go there. I packed half-heartedly thinking that we’ll only be there for the weekend. I wanted to come up with an excuse not to go, but there was nothing holding me back. The office’s closed on the weekend and with the skeleton staff that we have in the only shop that still hasn't been closed down, I’m not even sure if that’s worth opening either.

  I’m sitting on the plane and thinking about the past and wondering if I’m making a mistake. Should I be going through with this or not? Until they announce that they’re getting ready to land and I know that now there’s no turning back.

  Maybe Katie’s right and the best thing would be to get someone to take over the business side of things. The only other way to do that would require a lot of money. Something that I don’t have at the moment.

  When I refused the deal, I never thought I would fall this low and take him up on his offer. My business is losing, and the last thing I want is to close up shop. It’s as if he knew that it was going to swing in his favor and to a certain degree I had been so arrogant about it. I laughed when he gave me the option, thinking that I’ll never have to take him up on it.

  When the plane lands, I wait to hear if it’s safe for us to leave. Marvin is my dad’s best friend. One that’s taken me to Disneyworld as a kid, until he had a falling out with my dad. I never knew the exact details, but years later they started to be friend’s again, and that’s when I noticed him.

  Not, as my dad’s best friend but something else. He didn’t seem old like he did when I was a kid. No, he was entirely different to me. I’m not blind; I see the way he looks at me. There’s lust written all over his face as he undresses me with his eyes. It used to make me blush until I started to get turned on whenever he was around.

  I dismissed the whole idea of him feeling that way towards me. But that’s only until he’ll put his arm on my back and it’ll linger a little longer and turn from a friendly pat to a lustful one. The only thing, he's never tried anything with me, until that day.

  My parent’s wedding anniversary, I’d had a bit too much to drink. He mentioned that Silk Box was my main competitor, which surprised me because I never knew that he was aware of the jewelry business. He mainly dabbles in construction, and he has other business interests. What are they? I don’t know.

  Once I’m off the plane and as soon as I switch on my phone I see a message from him.

  Marvin: I hope that your flight was pleasant. Meet me for dinner within an hour.

  I pause once I have my luggage collected, looking at the message for a minute before walking for the exit.

  There’s just one issue, apart from my ticket and getting to Vegas, Marvin didn’t give me any more instructions. He said that it’s all taken care off, but as I struggle to get my case to the Arrival Lounge, I wonder what restaurant he has in mind.

  I’m just about to text him when I see a tall man casually dressed in a jacket and jeans holding a sign with my name.

  I walk up to him and say, “I’m Emily Crawford.”

  He nods as he swiftly moves to my side and takes my case.

  “My name’s Kurt, and I’ll take that for you. We are proceeding towards the Mandarin Oriental. That’s where you’ll be staying in Vegas.”

  Wow!

  I know that it’s one of the most prestigious hotels in Vegas. Then again with Marvin’s wealth, I shouldn’t be surprised that we’re staying in one of the top hotels.

  “Nice to meet you, Kurt.”

  He nods, “Nice to meet you too. If you follow me, then I can take you to the car. Is there anything that you need before we leave?”

  I shake my head and follow him like a little child being led to the Principal’s office. Everyone’s going up and down the airport with excitement and I can feel that they are totally indifferent about being in Vegas. I’ve always wanted to come here, it’s one of the places that’s been on my list to visit, but I’ve never had the time to do it.

  It’s almost as if my life’s been on hold for the last five years. From selling jewelry in my backpack to setting up a dying business. All my friends were going to college or having fun, and all I’ve ever done is work, work, and more work.

  As we reach the limo, he puts my case at the back. I was reluctant to come, but the way I packed was as if I would be staying here for a month rather than a weekend. The only information that Marvin sent in his message were the flight details with the date and time.

  I sigh as Kurt opens the door and I step in. I wonder if he knows Marvin. Then again I’m too nervous to speak. I’m holding onto my phone as if my life depends on it. That’s when it vibrates, and I see a missed call from Michelle, my bestie. The one that I was supposed to be meeting this afternoon and judging by the time. I’m late.

  Once the car starts moving, I lean back in my seat and call her back.

  “Hey M.”

  She laughs, “Emily we were supposed to be meeting like an hour ago. I’ve given up on you, and I’m back home. Don’t tell me that you forgot because you had some design idea.”

  She’s used to me standing her up, my obsession with the business is something that I’m infamous for with my friends.

  “No,” I clear my throat expecting her to scream down the phone.

  “I’m in Vegas.”

  “Shut up! And you never invited me? I thought you were broke.”

  “Do you remember the deal that Marvin offered me?”

  “Yes, the one I said that I'd happily do if you don’t want to and he wouldn’t even need to give me any of his money. The guy’s too fine. With those dark eyes and speckles of gray in his spiky hair, he makes George Clooney look like his ugly twin brother because they could be brother’s, you know?”

  I’m just about to answer her because she’s said that more than a thousand times.

  “I don’t understand why you never took him up on his offer and tell him that you’ll do it for free. He doesn’t even need to pay you!”

  “Because ” knowing that if I don’t stop her, she’ll be talking about Marvin all night long. She’s got a major crush on him.

  “I don’t want to be blackmailed into being with him.”

  “Emily you need to be with someone. Damn! That pussy of yours must be all dried up. It’s never seen a dick!”

  “Do you have to be that vulgar all the time?”

  She laughs, “You’re twenty-three. You don’t party. You don’t socialize until you’re forced to. Even my mom has more of a social life than you and she’s the captain of a bridge team. Not the most exciting game in the world, but compared to your life. It’s riveting!”

  I smile at the idea of a bridge captain having a better life than me.

  “I know, I know…”

  She stops me talking, “You don’t know, because if you did, then we wouldn’t be having this conversation. You stood me up for a dirty weekend in Vegas. I’ll forgive you. But if it were for one of your designs, then I really wouldn’t do.”

  “So, you think that I should just enjoy myself?”

  “Girl, I’ve been telling you that for years. The only time that you go out is to either try and sell designs or our weekly Starbucks meet-up. That’s if you don’t stand me up for to make a new design, which most of the time you do.”

  I sigh, “Sorry.”

  “No, you go and get your groove on. All work and no play makes Emily a dull girl. Trust me, what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, and most likely it’ll be written all over your face. All I ask is for one thing though!”

  “What’s that?”

  “That you come back and tell me if I was right. If he has a big cock?”

  “You’re too much, you know that.”

  She giggles, “But I want to know. Now get off the phone and make sure that you look as sexy as hell this weekend. So, that he can fill you up with his big, fat cock!”

  “Bye Michelle!”

  “Be a bad girl! And I want you to tell me if I’m right when you get back.”
/>   “Remember, what happens in Vegas. Stays in Vegas.”

  I can hear her grumble, but then I hang up the phone before she says another word. She’s brought a smile to my face. One that reassures me that I’m going to take her words on board and have fun. At least, for once in my life.

  Kurt calls out on the intercom, “We’re here. I’m just going to get your case out before opening the door.”

  I look out and see that it’s as impressionable then I thought that it would be. We’re on the Vegas strip. The bright lights and the flashing signs are not an exaggeration when people talk about them.

  Everything about this place looks so exciting and Kurt soon hands my case to a valet and says my name. I’m shocked when the boy follows us inside. I thought that Kurt would just drop me at the hotel, but it looks as if he wants to make sure that I check-in too.

  I could get used to this life. The personal touch, where everything’s taken care off. I feel as if I’m in a different world as I walk through the reception area seeing the golden walls and the strong lights. There are people casually walking on the black marble floors, but to me this is a big deal. I don’t know what I’m more excited about?

  Being with Marvin or just being here in Vegas?

  As we reach the reception, Kurt says my name, and then with a nod, he tells me that I’m in the penthouse suite. The most expensive room in the hotel. I’m sure about it. I want to ask if I’m staying alone or if Marvin’s going to join me? But I don’t say a word and nod as quietly as a mouse, “Thank you.”

  He nods and walks away. I’m left with the bell boy and I watch him enter into a different elevator. Not the one’s in the main hall; I feel as if I’m a Cinderella. Being taken away from the rags to the riches.

  Once we reach the suite, the bell boy’s talking and I remember that I need to give him a tip. I can’t help but draw to the window wall which has a full view of the strip. He tells me that I can easily draw the curtains up. I could sit on the bed and watch it all night long.

  I reach in my purse and hand him a $20 note. I don’t even know if that’s the going rate? $5 would have seemed pathetic and $10 even more. I’m staying in the penthouse; I need to look the part.

  But once he leaves and the doors close, I end up jumping up and down like a little kid on the bed shouting, “Yeah!”

  Chapter Four

  Marvin

  Kurt told me that he dropped Emily at the hotel around forty-five minutes ago, so I don’t understand why she’s still not at the restaurant. One thing I hate is tardiness. I like everything to be on time, and I don’t like surprises, but I have one at the moment, and it’s not sitting well with me.

  Kurt checked her in, so she can’t be lost. All she has to do is go down a few floors in the elevator. That’s not hard, especially for someone as intelligent as her.

  “Would you excuse me?” I say quickly to my colleagues and get up as my patience starts to spiral out of control. I don’t wait for their response as I get up and move away from the table. As I head to the entrance, I check my phone.

  Nothing!

  I’m just about to go to the reception to make sure that she hasn’t decided to chicken out and that she’s still on board with our agreement. That’s when I see her, walking through the reception and all eyes are on her as she has a black dress that looks as if it’s a second skin. It hugs her so tightly that it holds her ample breasts and reveals a good amount of cleavage with the oval in the middle of the dress.

  It’s as if she’s completely covered from top to toe apartt from the revealing oval in the middle which runs from her breasts down to near enough her naval.

  Fuck!

  I don’t even feel like taking her to dinner. I don’t want any company, my cock’s screaming to be inside her tight pussy. She has a rope around her neck, no doubt it’ll be one of her designs, but that’s not what everyone has their eye on. No the blonde-haired beauty with her hair tied up is heading in my direction with a seductive smile. One that lets me know that tonight she’s all mine.

  “Hi.”

  I can’t say any more, because she’s taken my breath away and judging by her new found audience, I’m not the only one.

  “I thought that maybe you got lost, Emily?”

  She raises an eyebrow, “No Marvin. I just took too long getting ready. I wanted to make sure that I looked nice for dinner.”

  I should compliment her and tell her that she looks beautiful, but I think that maybe she knows that already, by the way that she’s smiling at me and our eyes lock for a second and I have to shake my head to remember why I came out here in the first place.

  “Well, we have some company. They’re waiting.”

  “Oh, I thought that it would be just you and me?”

  I’m trying to get out of the trance. I have my hands in my pocket trying to hide my obvious bulge that’s growing by the fucking second.

  Shit!

  I need to keep this under wraps, but as I look at her appealing lips, I wonder if she wants a kiss?

  I pull her close to me, and she doesn’t try to resist my touch as I inhale her citric fragrance, it seems to dance around my nose, and my cock goes into overtime.

  Shit, I don’t want to go to dinner.

  I just want her right now!

  I wonder if she’s thinking the same way that I am right now. Her body language is hard to read. She’s close to me but then part of her feels as if she’s backing away.

  "You have friends with you?"

  I almost smile, because I can see the disappointment written all over her face as she starts to pout.

  This is just one part of our arrangement. She has to be where I say and do it with no questions asked but I’ll ease her into it for now. Behind closed doors, when it’s just her and me, that’ll be an entirely different story.

  “No, Emily. Colleagues. I have a favor to ask of you.”

  She raises an eyebrow and comes closer towards me. As if I have a secret to share with her. I have one, and it’s the fact that she’s making me so fucking hot right now. I only have a shirt on, and I wonder if the sweat is showing through it.

  “I need you to pretend to be my date, just so that they think I’m a man who’s in a steady relationship. I did tell them I was expecting a date, anyway. That’s not an issue, is it?”

  I watch her carefully, and I can see her reserve and the nerves start settling through as she says, “I'll do my best.”

  “Good girl!”

  Her voice is quivering, and the sexy temptress that was walking towards me in the reception area has been replaced by a timid child. One that’s not sure what to think about the change of events, but she doesn’t have to worry about that. There’s only one thing that should be on her mind.

  Pleasing me.

  Because when it’s all said and done, she’ll be happy that she came. That part of it, I’m confident about seeing as she made such an effort thinking that we would dine alone.

  “I’m sure your best will be enough. Don’t worry, you’re here with me, and nothing bad will come of it. Trust me.”

  She hesitates for a moment as she seems unclear what to do. She’s starting to walk forward, but then hovering her foot behind her.

  “You do trust me, Emily?”

  She turns to me, “I’m here, aren’t I?”

  I see she wants to play that game. I can do that too. I take out my arm, and she locks her arm in mine. And I lead her to the rest of the party.

  And I tell her that special thing I should have said from the start, “You look beautiful tonight.”

  She turns to me, “I was wondering if I’d gone over the top.”

  She seems a bit more relaxed after my admission.

  “You could never go over the top Emily, everything about you is natural from your head right down to your toe.”

  She smiles at my compliment and her stance changes from one of the nerves back to the confident one that was coming to meet me in the reception area.

  As
we approach the restaurant to where the rest of my party are waiting, I introduce her and I feel proud of her sitting by my side. I’m no longer worried about her being my best friend’s daughter.

  Mainly, because I know that in a short time, she’ll be mine. For the rest of the evening, Emily plays her part well, sitting close to me, making casual touches here and there throughout the meal, and answering questions with me about our relationship. She’s so good that I start to believe that it’s actually for real and not a plan.

  Once the meal is finished, our group begins to disperse, others going ahead for more fun, while I get up to lead Emily out of the restaurant and bring her to a place where we can be alone. I feel I have held back long enough.

  “Marvin, have we finished pretending?”

  I grin at her, “Better than expected! But I do have more games to play for us tonight.”

  “I don’t think that I can do it again. This meal was a struggle, but I know you, Marvin. Not as well as my dad, but enough to say things about you and your past.”

  I shake my head, “I think you can do that anytime because back there you were playing as if everything was so real. And you were on fire.”

  She doesn’t say a word as I can feel her thinking about what I’d just said, but she doesn’t have to think about anything. All she has to do is play along and not only will she find it fun. But she’ll soon discover that it’s so natural to her.

  Chapter Five

  Marvin

  I decide that I want to spend some more time together with her. I can’t wait to get her in the bedroom, strip her down and see every inch of her body. And not only view it but touch and feel every part of it. I bet her skin feels as soft as skin. And as for those alluring lips, they draw me in all the time, and all I want to do is taste them and put them so fucking close to mine.

  She still seems nervous and I guess it is more to do that now that we’re alone. I move in the direction of the bar, and she follows my lead. I want her to know that at any time she can back out. I’m not holding her hostage, if the truth be known, whether she decides to participate or not.