My Fathers Boss

My Father’s Boss.


This is my first attempt at writing since I lost my dear friend and editor. After being encouraged by multiple people to finally take the plunge I eventually wrote this story after may attempts at other, which are still to be completed. I hope you like my story and I shall continue to grow as a writer, becoming better as I learn from my mistakes and your criticisms.

This story is completely fictitious, any characters or scenes resembling actually persons or incidents are purely coincidental. Thank you in advance for reading.

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There was a very important company gala coming up, a formal black tie event; my father needed a plus one. My mother has been away for the past three months taking care of my grandmother across the country. I was the last person he wanted to take to the event, and the gala was the last place on earth I wanted to be. I am more the type of girl that goes to rock concerts and biker bars. I have always felt more comfortable in a black tank top and split jeans. I could never have seen myself in a gown with earrings; the thought of it was foreign. My father had asked every woman that he knew before he finally came to ask me, that night, while we were sitting at the dinner table.

“Cara?” he paused.

“Yeah, dad?” I looked up at him from my plate of homemade lasagne.

“You know I’ve got that thing coming up, and mum usually comes with me…”

“Yeah…” I stared at him.

“Well I know it’s not your ‘scene’ but would you like to come with me as my plus one, honey? You’d be a lifesaver,” he asked, knowing I would say no.

“Sure! But I get to pick what I’m wearing and you pay for it, okay?” I told him firmly.

“I will let you choose but I will have the final choice and no drama!” A flash of seriousness crossed his face that I had not seen in many years.

I rolled my eyes and nodded in agreement. We chatted as we finished the rest of dinner discussing different things from what I should wear, to when it was, what it was for, and of course the inevitable how I should act.

The next morning we went out dress shopping, or so my father thought. I knew exactly what I was going to wear and final decision or not I was wearing it. Undoubtedly I was going to get some other new clothes out of him first. He took me to the dress shop my mother gets her dresses from; I looked at him with raised eyebrows with the expression ‘Really??’ on my face. Of course he dragged me in and handed me the most hideous of dresses before moving on to the next store.

“Oooh…let’s go in here.” I squealed as we passed my favourite shop.

“No Cara, you’re getting something respectable, you are not dressing like your usual goth self, to be honest, it looks a little slutty” he scowled.

“Dad! It’s not goth, its Emo!” I stamped my 18 year old foot, as I acted like a spoiled child.

“Fine…let’s go in…,” he sighed, rolling his eyes.

“Hey Cara, looking good. What you in for today? And who is this hunk?” the shop owner greeted me.

“This is my dad! We’re looking something ‘formal’…something respectable. How’s business, Roxie?” I rolled my eyes making a face when saying formal.

“Well hello handsome…,” she purred at my father.

“Focus, Roxie.” I snapped my fingers.

“It’s good Cara, especially with my loyal customers like you. Oh speaking of all things formal, I’ve got the very thing that will look perfect on you!” Roxie squeaked.

“Sit…sit, please.” She guided us to the seating area and scurried off into the back of the shop.

My father looked around in astonishment at the bondage and S and M items on the walls, while I sat giggling at his expression. Roxie came back holding a black leather bustier and full length silk skirt, nodding and smiling.

“This will look A-mazing on your body, come on I’ll help you lace it up.” She grabbed my hand and pulled me into the backroom.

“Cara…!” my father called out.

“Be right out, this thing takes time to lace up. Just look around or something but THIS is the outfit. I’m positive!” I shouted as Roxie was starting to eat my pussy in the backroom.

My right leg draped over her shoulder, bustier laced loosely to the navel, my nipples standing proud against the leather in the cold air of the backroom. I held onto her naturally frizzy dirty blonde hair as she licked me like a hungry cat. Hearing her tongue slurp against my smooth skin made me hornier. I could smell the mix of leather from the bustier with the perfume and sweat of us both. My other hand was rubbing my breasts, rolling my nipples as she started to finger me furiously while flicking her tongue across my clit. I played with my nipples tweaking them harder as I started to feel the deep burning heat of climax washing over me.

Ten minutes later I appeared glowing from the backroom wearing the leather bustier with my breasts almost overflowing from the top of it, the black full length silk skirt with a slit to the waist fastened by a diamond gun clasp, and a smile.

“THIS is the outfit for the event!” I squealed to my dad as I twirled around revealing my bare ass to him.

“That…that’s actually okay. I like it.” he smiled.

“No panties Cara! Mustn’t have VPL!” Roxie purred as she emerged from the back.

“What the hell is VPL?” my father piped up.

“Visible Panty Lines!” Roxie and I laughed as my father hit a shade not far off crimson on his face from embarrassment.

“Oh…erm…Here’s my credit card Cara. I’ve gotta go pick my tuxedo up. I’ll pick you up outside here in 15 minutes. Be ready,” he said as he rushed out of the shop.

I left the shop with three bags of clothes, a glowing smile and an evil plan.

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I was standing in front of the mirror pinning my long amber tresses to one side of my head, letting them flow down over my left breast, leaving my right shoulder, arm and breast completely exposed.