28 - Fiona
Daddy and I walk through the quiet hotel lobby. I'm kind of glad it's really late right now. Nobody's here except for a few men manning the front desk, which isn't really a problem but as soon as Daddy and I pass by them they openly gape at me.
Um... so... maybe this dress really is a little too much. I cling even tighter to Daddy, holding his arm as we walk past the front desk to the hallway that goes to the elevators. Daddy shakes his head at me and sighs once we're out of view of the front desk guys.
“See?” he says, grumbling. “I get it, Fiona. That dress is smoking hot and you look like a fucking... well, let's not even start with that one. You look hot, that's it.”
“Let's not even start with what one?” I ask, scrunching up my eyebrows.
“No,” he says, staying strong.
He pushes the button to call the elevator down to us and I just stand there, pouting at him and clinging to him.
“Please, Daddy? I want to know what you were going to say!”
The elevator comes quickly and we step inside as soon as the doors open. It's still just the two of us, now surrounded by half-mirror walls on three sides. Daddy pushes the button for our floor, then stands there, ignoring me as best he can while waiting for the elevator doors to close.
“Please...” I beg, pouting at him.
“I'm pretty sure you just gave those two guys at the front desk the wrong idea,” Daddy says, reluctant to speak.
“Because I'm holding your arm?” I ask, confused. “I don't think they'll tell anyone, though. They don't even really know anyone we know except I guess maybe that girl I don't like that checked us in, so it's fine.”
“Yeah, uh, that's not what I meant,” he says. “Fiona, they probably thought I found a prostitute somewhere and brought her back to my room for some fun. Or we're going to make a porn. You could pass as a porn star right now. I mean that in the best way possible. You're really fucking hot, especially when we aren't stuck in some dim frat house party room surrounded by a ton of people, so...”
“Wait! What? I'm... I'm a porn star?” I ask, extra confused.
“I mean, going to be honest, I hope you aren't considering getting into porn. I'd be so fucking jealous, even if you only did lesbian porn. No way I could handle that.”
“What if I did porn with just you?” I ask, teasing him.
“That's... better... maybe... but then I'd get jealous of guys jerking off to you even if I was the one actually fucking the shit out of you, so I don't think that's going to work.”
“What if we make one for ourselves and only we watch it?” I ask him, going the extra mile to play devil's advocate.
It's not like I want to be a porn star. Also, is that why they were gaping at me? They think Daddy bought me for the night? Actually, now that I think about it...
“I kind of am your prostitute if you think about it,” I say out loud.
Daddy chokes on air, starts coughing, and stares at me. When he can finally speak again, he says, “What? Uh...”
“You bought me at the frat house, so... I mean, that wasn't really the point, but I guess we can pretend?”
He chuckles and shakes his head at me. “If you want to play games like that sometime, we can,” he says. “I want you to be with me because you want to be with me, though. I'm not really into the whole payment plan for sexual favors thing.”
I shrug, unsure. It's not that I want to... to sell myself... honestly I didn't even really like being in the auction at first either, except afterwards when I found out Daddy was there and he bought me. It's just... um...
“I think it would be a fun game, that's all,” I say. “Just sometimes, maybe. Not just that one, but we can play, like... other games? I pretend to be someone else and you pretend too and we can play like that. Like maybe you're my teacher and I'm your student and I'm being a bad girl in class so you just really have to spank me to get me to be good...”
I nod fast. Yup! I like when Daddy spanks me. It's fun, and also kind of embarrassing because I get super wet for him after. Not as wet as I was for him earlier tonight, but if Daddy ever needs a way to get me wet, um... spank me, please?
Spankings are supposed to be punishments, though. I know that, but it's really hard for me to think of them that way anymore.
“Maybe,” he says, smiling at me. “Not out in public, though. I don't want anyone getting the wrong idea.”
“And I could get a schoolgirl outfit!” I say, clapping. “Yay!”
“Uh, yeah, I was going with the whole prostitute roleplay thing first, but I'd also prefer if you didn't wear a sexy schoolgirl outfit out and about, either.”
“What if it's Halloween?” I counter.
“I think you should wear a nun's habit,” Daddy says. Interrupting me before I can cut in, he adds, “Not a sexy nun, either. Nuns aren't supposed to be sexy, Fiona. Don't even try it.”
“I want to be sexy for you, though,” I whine.
“Oh yeah?” he asks, and then the door to our elevator opens on our floor. “Show me...”