Chapter Eleven
“Lily,” David called me back to his office.
Fuck, I just wanted to get done with work and meet up with daddy. Giovanni said he’d pick me up right here at the mall then take me out. He promised he’d have a surprise for me since I told him ‘exactly what he wanted me to tell him’ when I texted him.
Of course, David had a way of ruining things. I just hoped he didn’t plan on making me do some over-time today.
Stephanie looked over at me. She wanted to say something but she was tending to a customer, a young hot chick with purple-dyed hair. I simply shrugged at her and silently mouthed “It’s okay” before I ducked out of the shop and into the back office where David was waiting for me behind his desk.
The damn bastard had his feet up on his desk and he held his belt in his hands.
“Yes, sir?” I nonchalantly asked as I stepped in. I was still in my uniform - a black mini-skirt and a black tank top all paired with lacy stockings and high heels - and I felt a little awkward standing there in such a revealing outfit.
David raised an eyebrow at me and smiled. “You thought I didn’t know?”
“Sir?” What kind of game was he playing at?
“I know you aren’t wearing any panties underneath that short skirt,” he suddenly said just as he began to undo his zipper. “So I was right all along. Lily, you are one dirty little whore, aren’t you? You just love to fuck, don’t you?”
“S-sir?” I started to stutter as I took a few steps back. How did he know I wasn’t wearing any panties? I didn’t even have a bra on. Was there some kind of camera in the shop?
He simply pulled out his cock. It was short and nowhere near as impressive as the big meat tool daddy had waiting for me. This was embarrassing to even look at.
“Oh m-my, sir!” I yelled and was about to bolt out the door when I realized he had already remotely locked it using his laptop. Fuck. I turned back around and looked at him as he sat in his chair, stroking his pathetic cock.
David had a wicked smile on his face, “Oh my, indeed. Come here, you stupid little slut and suck on this.”
“S-sir…”
“You know you want it,” he began to tease me. He squeezed on his cock a little. “Show me your tits, you whore.”
I almost did exactly what he wanted. Taking instruction without hesitating. Daddy was right. I was born to be a submissive girl.
“Come on, what are you waiting for?” David followed up on his command. I snapped back to reality and looked at what he had waiting for me. Even when his cock was fully erect it didn’t look nearly as delicious as daddy’s.
“Sir,” I began to stutter, but there was one thing pervading deep into my mind: I promised to surrender to daddy and no one else. And no piece-of-shit loser was going to lay a hand on me.
“Hurry the fuck up!” David shouted in anger. With his free hand he pointed at me, “You better come here with your mouth open wide or I will smack the living shit out of you and fuck you raw while you scream and cry!”
That was it. This was exactly what daddy meant when he explained how respect was still a crucial component in a BDSM relationship. There was not an inkling of respect here from David.
“You can fuck yourself for all I care,” I shot back at him as I walked up to him and slapped his face. Before he could even react I unlocked the office door and squeezed his cock so hard I could have sworn he was going to pass out.
“F-fuck you!” he cursed at me but he was groaning and mumbling nonsense to himself. “If y-you don’t come back here and spread those legs, you’re fired!”
I headed out towards the door but right before I could leave I turned around and flatly told him “Fine. I fucking quit.”
With that I stormed out and slammed the door behind me. When I got back to the main shop area I saw Stephanie just saying good-bye to a couple of customers, some of which carried some purchased items.
“I just got fired,” I informed her as I walked up to her behind the cashier. “The asshole finally couldn’t hold it in and whipped out his cock at me.”
Stephanie’s jaw dropped. She looked at me in pale shock. “No fucking way. What did you do?”
There wasn’t much to tell. “He has cameras all over the place, by the way. He knew I wasn’t wearing any panties today.”
That last bit made Stephanie smile. “You naughty bitch,” she said with that grin on her face. “Well, I plan on quitting too. I’m just waiting for a reply from the other job I applied to.”
“What kind of job?” I asked. I looked to the back to check if David was coming out. Fortunately, he was still in the office, probably recovering from the humiliation and pain I dished out on him.
Stephanie gave me a naughty look, a certain glimmer in her eye as she replied. “A stripper at a club.”
We both laughed and I gave her a soft smack on the ass. I wished her good luck, took my card and for the last time clocked out of work and then headed to the bathroom to change and get ready for daddy. He was probably already in the mall waiting to pick me up.
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I decided to keep the black mini-skirt on even though it meant walking around the mall with no panties and the possibility of people noticing each time I sat or bent down. As for my top, there was no way I was going to settle with the plain black tank top from work. I wanted to make daddy want me. To do so I decided to go with a pink, sleeveless turtleneck. It was semi-backless too so if he tried he could see my tits underneath the fabric.
This was exactly how I wanted to look for Giovanni. He was a big boss for a lot of people and a lot of others feared or respected him. I know I was dressed up a little too slutty and maybe I was trying too hard but I didn’t care anymore. I just wanted to make him hard the moment he saw me and that alone could be considered a major triumph.
I took a few minutes to touch up my makeup, fix the stockings and readjust the laces of my high heels. When I was ready, I walked out of the bathroom and found daddy already there waiting for me, standing in the mall hallway.
Giovanni Ricci stood tall, wearing a signature couture suit of pure black. He was authoritative, with his hair slicked back and his beard neatly trimmed. He was old enough to be my daddy - well, I guess he was now - but he looked like a hot supermodel just waiting to spread my legs and make me lose my mind.
“Absolutely gorgeous,” he whispered softly as I approached. He leaned in and gave me a kiss on the cheek while his hand wrapped around and he gave my bare ass a squeeze, underneath the skirt. “Love your outfit. Being all slutty just for daddy?”
I nodded sheepishly, unsure of what to say.
“Still a shy little girl,” he commented. That made him smile and he rubbed my chin with his fingers in a sweet and caring manner. “Do not worry though… Daddy is here now. Come, it’s time for you to really learn what it’s like to break down from the inside and become daddy’s fuck toy.”
“Where will we go?” I managed to ask although my voice faltered and quivered.
“To the place where no one can hear you scream when I rip off those clothes and fuck you for as long as I want.”