Daddy's Little Girl ((Male writer wanted))

Name: Alice Morre
Age: 18
Height: 5'5''
Weight: 121 lbs
Hair: Dark brown, wavy, falls down to mid back
Eye: a stunning dark green
Other: Innocent minded, easily excited, does both dance and gymnastics
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Alice lived in a orphange until she was 2 1/2, when she was adopted by a nice older couple. As she grew up she found out the only reason they adopted her was before they weren't able to have there own, not that she minded much. She was just happy to be in a family, but even so, she still wondered who her real parents were.

As Alice grow, on top of attending a fancy all girl's school and her after school activites, Alice started to look for some clues of who were her really parents. She asked her adopted parents, the orphange she went too, and looked up a few things on the internet. What she figured out was that both, her mother and her father were alive, but divorced. They had a kid, maybe even two kids before having Alice. If they kept them or not was still a mystery though.

Once she turned 18, Alice told her parent's she was going on a trip with a few of her friends and that she would call the everyday. Really though, she was going off to an address she got from the orphanage. It was suppose to be the house her father lived in. She wondered, if it was her father, what he would do.

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Alice crossed her legs nervously as she sat in the back of the cab, which was on it's way to her 'father's' house. She looked at her phone for the 10th time, desiding wheather or not to turn around and head back to the airport, or continue on her way and finally meet her really father. Once again, she desided to continue.

"We're here." The driving said.

The cab came to a stopped in a driveway and she looked up from her phone. She quickly grabbed her purse, placing her phone inside, before opening the car door and getting out. She brushed her bangs out of her eyes as she clsed the door.Once the door was closed she grabbed her wallet, pulled out a few twently, then handed it to the drived. He gave her a nod of his head once he finished counting it before he pulled back out of the driveway.

Once the cab was out of sight she turned her head back to the house. "Well no turning back now." She said to herself before she pulled down the dark blue skirt of her dress. She pulled the strap of her purse higher on her shoulder, before she started to walk to the front door.

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Name: Thomas Weiss
Age: 38
Height: 6''
Weight: 140 lbs
Hair: Dark brown, wavy, short cropped
Eyes: Deep brown
Other: A writer, Tom is bit on the quiet side, although he also has a hidden wild streak

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Tom woke up as a stray bit of sunshine broke through his window. There were days when he loved working at home, free to make his own schedule --this was one of them. After a afternoon snack of scrambled eggs, he put on a sweatsuit for his daily jog. "Here, Screwtape," he called at his pet cat. "You and I are going out for a walk."

Leaving his house, Tom noticed a young woman standing at his front door. She was pretty, her blue dress fitting in the bright morning sun. The girl seemed to remind Tom vaguely of someone.

"Excuse me, miss," Tom asked as his cat purred at his feet. "Are you looking for someone?"

When the front door of the house opened, Alice froze. She didn't even get the chance to knock. No fair. She whinned in her mind, before she gave a sweet smile. "Uh yes sir, I'm looking for a Thomas Weiss." She said before looking down at the cute cat at his feet. "I'm Alice Morre."

Without thinking, Alice dropped to her kness and began to pet the small cat. As she did she looked back up at the man, taking in his outfit. "I'm sorry, I must have act you at a bad time." She said softly, frowning a tad bit.

She ran her fingers through the cats fur one last time before standing. "Could you just tell him a young ladie came to see him... if he lives here." She added in a whisper. If this mn wasn't him she planned to be bad later.

"No, no," Tom said, interested now.

Why was this young woman looking for him at this time of the day? Surely not a fan. His books were C-list "action" novels that were 60% sex. Sure, they earned him a comfortable living, but none of the critical praise and adoring fans that more literary works could gain. It was one of his greater frustrations, actually --his dreams of writing had fizzled into a steady career of writing near smut that was better at putting food on the table. He'd made sure his pen name hid his real persona just in case he got a more mainstream project going.

Tom wiped his hand on his thigh then offered it to the girl to shake. "I'm Thomas Weiss... Tom." He smiled. As he looked at the girl's face he noticed how beautifully green her eyes were. He hoped she was here on pleasant business. "Why are you looking for me, exactly? I'm not in trouble, am I?"

Slowly, she took his out stretched hand in her's. "Your Tom." She said softly, mostly to herself. She let her eyes really look oer him now as she stood up. He was tall, not to old. He looked to be in his early 30's. He must have been a teenager when I was born. She thought as she let his had go.

"Wow," she softly said, smiling happily. "we have the same nose." She said before cocking her head to the side. "Mine maybe a bit smller though." Blinking a few times, she noticed how weird that must sound coming from a girl you don't even know

Her moved her hair out of her eyes, yet again. "I'm, really sorry to just show up like this. I just wanted to meet you so bad." Alice looked at her purse and reached inside of it, digging around for a moment before she found what she needed. Taking out the picture rom hen she was on0ly a few days old she held it out to him.

"Does this baby remind you of anyone?"

Tom warily took the photo from the Alice's hand, but he already had a feeling about what this was about. How familiar she looked, the way she looked up to him, the words she'd said...

He was 20 years old, still an idealistic young man, when he'd met a vivacious young woman named Rose. Attracted to her energy and her joie de vivre they had engaged in a brief affair which led to Rose becoming pregnant. Rose, however, refused to be tied down to a struggling young writer and left. The last thing Tom had learned about her was that six months after she'd left him, Rose gave birth to a baby girl. He had not known Rose had given the baby up for adoption.

"I... Are you... " Tom said, choked up with emotion. He hugged Alice tight. "My baby girl!"

He held Alice away at arm's length to get another good look at her. Now that he thought about it, the girl did look remarkably similar to her mother: pretty, slim, and the same green eyes. "Alice... My Alice... You've grown up pretty well."

"Anyway," Tom said, a bit shyly. "Would like to have a bite to eat or a cup of coffee inside?"

“Umm Yeah, sure I would love something to drink.” She said happily. She was so excited that he knew who she was to him, she didn’t even have to say. He was so quick too, she didn’t really expect him to hug her, none the less call her his ‘Baby girl’.

She looked over him once more, thinking how she had to be one of the lucky kids. 1: to actually find one of her family members and 2: to have him so open. She waited for him to walk back inside before she followed him, making sure she didn’t step on the cat, that seemed to remain close to Tom.

“Ohh I love your house.” She said, a bit to herself as she looked at the rooms she passed. She looked at him, his back to her, before she took a deep breath. Finally asking the question she wished she could just keep buried, but she needed to know before someone else popped up, “Umm Tom, I know we just met, but I need to ask… are you married?” Code for, do you have any other children.

Tom brimmed with a bit of pride as Alice remarked about how she loved the house. As he led her to his living room he realized he had a few of his books scattered on the coffeetable. Concerned that his newfound daughter would think less of him if she found out her dad was writing near-porn, he said, a bit timidly, "Um... Wait a sec while I tidy up, okay?" He grabbed the books and stashed them on a chair in a corner and covered them up with a blazer he'd used the night before.

After he'd sat her down on the couch, he answered her question. "No, not married. I've dated around a few times, but nothing really major happened," he said with a self-conscious laugh. "I guess I'm just one of those poor fools whose love is as narrow as it is deep. Your mother had been the only one." He smiled, sadly, remembering, and then, added wistfully, "You look a lot like her when she was your age, you know..."

"Anyway," Tom said, remembering. "Coffee, right? Make yourself comfortable while I get some."

In the kitchen, Tom found himself thinking back on Rose as he made cups of coffee for him and Alice. He imagined Rose vividly again, for the first time in years... How she laughed, how she spoke, how she moved... He remembered those green eyes shining at him while they spent nights in deep conversation, her hands running over his body while they made love, her lips...

"Dammit!" Tom woke from his distracted thoughts. He'd spilled coffee down the front of his sweatpants --just a little bit, but it was an obvious dark stain against the light gray of the cloth.

He was alarmed as well, to find his cock hard with the unwanted rush of memory.

As Tom walked into the kitchen to them some coffee, she sat down on the couch, taking a deep breath then letting it out. She waited a moment, making sure she didn’t hear his foot steps coming back. Once sure that he wasn’t she silently cheered on the couch.
“Yes, yes, yes! He’s not married!” She said, bouncing a bit in the seat. After a moment though, she stopped, feeling upset with herself for doing that.

He lived alone, in a house, without anyone to really love. He seemed so sweet too, but his first love, her mother, had to some how go and mess it up for him. Alice looked down at her lap and shook her head. She played with the hem of her dress, as she swung her black heeled covered feet.

As she sat there, she got a tab bit bored and looked over to where he had placed a butch of thing, hiding it all with a blazer. Don’t snoop! she thought before looking back down at her lap.

"Dammit!" She heard Tom say.

Alice quickly got up from the couch, pushing her dress down, before she ran over to the kitchen. “Tom, you okay.” She asked as she walked inside. She looked him over, trying to locate the problem, before she noticed the dark spot on his sweat pants. Alice looked at the coffee he held in his hands, before giggling. “Ohh, you just made a mess.” She said as she calmed down. “Let me help you.”

She walked into the kitchen more, over to her father, grabbing a few paper towels as she did. She took the cup out of his hands and set it on the counter top. She looked at his hands for a second, making sure he didn’t burn himself, before moving onto his pants. “Do you usually have accidents like this?” She asked ask him as she got on the floor, balancing on the tips of her shoes. She grabbed the waist band of his pants and pulled them ot a bit, before tabbing the dark spot. “Did you burn yourself?” She asled, turning her eyes to him.

Alice giggled beautifully, an innocent, girlish sound that reminded Tom of tinkling bells. Seeing his discomfiture, the girl had instantly moved to help. Pretty, caring, and determined it seemed, the way she'd tracked him down --the girl had been brought up well.

The brush of Alice's fingers against his as she took the cup and looked his hands over brought a blush to Tom's cheeks that he brushed off as embarrassment over how klutzy he'd been. He laughed to diffuse the situation, joking "No, usually accidents need a city permit and forms signed in triplicate to happen around here."

Tom was shocked as Alice went down to the floor and tugged at his pants, letting out a panicked "No, no, no... Alice..." The implications of seeing a beautiful woman down on her knees and tugging at his pants was not lost to Tom. Despite his apprehensions, he couldn't stop his body from reacting as his cock hardened even more, the erection pointing straight at Alice's face.

"Alice," he said, an edge of sternness into his voice, "Enough of that, please." Letting his voice soften a bit, Tom added, "Why don't we take our coffee in the living room and talk."

She blinked a few times, a bit confused a his tone. "S... sure Tom." Alice let go of his pants, before she stood up. "By the way, coffee stains. So if you don't want that spot there then I'd take them off now." She gave him a innocent smile before she turned away to dispose of the paper towel. "If you don't know how to get rid of stains, I can do it. My mother... well you know adopted mother, taught me how."

She grabbed one of the cups of coffee off the counter before walking back out to the living room, taking small sips of her coffee, as he heels clicked on the hard floor. Once by the couch she set the drink down. "I can wait if you need to change." She offered as she started to take her heels off. They maybe pretty, but man did they hurt.

Alice sat back down on the couch, after grabbing her coffee.

"Mmm, yes," Tom remarked uncomfortably. "I think I'd better change. I hope you don't mind. I'm not decent for company anyway, as it is." He smiled. "The place is pretty much easy to go around in, you won't get lost. Just make yourself comfy, okay." He left Alice alone for a little bit. There was a moment of alarm that she might not be on the level, but Tom dismissed that notion --the girl seemed innocent, a bit too naive even. Thankfully so.

In his room, Tom picked up a light button-up shirt and a pair of dark slacks to change into. Still finding himself hard, he was a tad irritated at himself. What the hell are you thinking? he scolded himself. It was true he had not gone out with someone in the last few months, or had sex in the same amount of time, but --The girl's most likely your daughter, dammit!

As Alice sat on the couch, sipping her coffee, the cat that had been rubbing up against Tom's leg when she got here, jumped into her lap. The small creature was rubbing it's head against her palm, practically begging her to set the cup down and pet him. Which she all to happily did.

She placed the cup down before leaning back and runnning her hand over the top of the cats head, down it's back, then across it's tail. She got a long pur in return as it rubbed it's head against the tummy, making her giggle. Growing up, she was never allowed to have pets. That was one of the few things her parents wouldn't allow, they weren't really animal people.

Alice crossed her legs as she looked at the doorway her father walked through to change. As she did she yawned, finally realizing how tired she really was.

On the train ride over here, she had hoped to get a little bit of sleep before meeting her father, but she was to worried about what he would think when he saw her to shut her eyes for more then 2 minutes. In the cab, well who really sleeps in a cab?

"Hey Tom, what's your cats name?" She yelled as the cat finally jumped away from her.

Alice's voice calling out brought Tom to his senses and he hurried back to the living room where she sat. "His name's Screwtape," Tom said with a soft laugh. "He's got a bit of a devil in him, see. Usually though, he goes by the name Screwy."

He was able to catch a glimpse of Screwtape jumping off Alice's lap as he made his way. "He seems to like you a lot though."

He began to talk with Alice for a while, eagerly asking about how she'd find him, when he noticed her eyes starting to droop. Of course, he thought. The girl's probably traveled for hours. She's going to be tired.

"Alice, would you like to take a rest? You can sleep in my room for a bit," Tom offered. "We can talk later when you're feeling better."

Alice was enjoying her time taking to Tom, answering his many question, as well as asking a few of her own, mostly about how his life was these past 18 years. Sadly, though she was getting sleepier, her eyes became to close, little by little. Her yawns became more frequent.

"Alice, would you like to take a rest? You can sleep in my room for a bit," Tom offered. "We can talk later when you're feeling better."

His question took her off quard for a moment. "I... I shouldn't." She said with a shrug. "I just came here to meet you, not to sleep in your room because I'm a bit tired." She added to her first coment. Alice really was having fun talking to him, relaxing in his living room, but sleeping in his room was over staying her welcome. She stood up and stretched.

"I have a hotel room I checked into before I took the cab here Tom. I'm sure I can make it there before I pass out." Alice laughed a bit.

"Of course," Tom replied. He felt himself blush as he realized how eager he must have seemed to please the girl. Well why shouldn't he? Alice reminded him of better days, and made him hopeful of experiencing new ones.

He took a long hard look at the girl. "Are you absolutely sure you can get by? Really, I wouldn't mind."

Finding her set on the decision to leave, Tom shrugged. "Well," he said, going over to a drawer and taking one of his calling cards. He handed it over to Alice. "Anything you need, just call me, okay?"

"Yeah, sure!" Alice took the card from his hand before grabbing her purse, where she slipped it inside the front pocket. She placed the purse on her shoulder, before she quickly wrapped her arms around his neck, giving him a hug.

"Thank you for being so kind to my Tom." She stood on the edge of her heels before gently kissed his cheek before letting him go. "I really hope to see you again later. There are so many things I haven't asked you yet!"

With that and a quick pat on Screwys' head, Alice walked to the door, pulling out her cell phone as she went. "Bye Tom!"

Once she was outside she started to walk down the street. She saw a bus stop a little ways back. I'll take the bus for now and if I need to stay longer. I'll just rent a car. She thought as she texted her parents, about how much fun she's having on her 'trip'.

After Alice had left, Tom immediately made a day of fixing his house up to make it better fit for company. It wasn't particularly hard --he was neat, actually-- though he had to hide most of the books he'd written inside his private library's cabinets.

He was glad to see Alice happy, and hoped she'd be willing to spend a bit more time with him as well. Tom realized that he had not been able to get any contact detail from Alice --he'd been so excited over them meeting. Hopefully she'd drop him a line before she went back home to her foster parents.

It only took a half hour bus ride to get to the hotel she was staying at, which was a good think before she felt like she could close her eyes for asecond ad slept forever. Alice took the elevator to the third floor then walked to room 38.

It took her a bit longer to get the key in the door then it would have usual, but once she got it she pushed the door open and walked inside. "Finally." She said with a smile before she closed the door and took her heels off. She Took a moment to grab Tom's number and her cell before going over to the bed and falling back on it.

Alice dialed his number before she pulled the covers over her form. She listened to the rings.

Tom was in the middle of editing one of his books when his phone rang. It was an unfamiliar number, so he answered with a tentative "Hello?" and found to his delight that it was Alice, calling over to assure him that she'd reached her hotel safely.

"That's good to hear, baby," Tom replied. "Have a good rest, okay? And like I said, if there's anything you need, you just call, okay?"

There was a moment of awkward silence for a while, before Tom worked up the courage to say, "Alice, considering it's your first time here... I was wondering if you'd like to have dinner with me tonight? Maybe we could know each other better over a meal and a glass of wine or two?"

He knew Alice wouldn't be able to notice it over the line, but for a minute there, Tom felt just the slightest bit awkward. The way he'd spoken it sounded like he was asking his daughter out on a date...

Alice closed her eyes, smiling a bit. The way he asked her out, he sounded a bit unsure, though being half asleep already she couldn't be sure. "That sounds great Tom." She mumbled, slept slowly claiming her. "How about this, once I'm done with my nap, I'll call you. Then we can talk about when and where." She giggled a bit. "I would ask you to tell me now, but I'm afriad I would forget."

She reached up and clicked off the lamp light before rolled over in the bed. "Well, I'll call you later. Night Daddy." With that she hung up. She placed the phone beside her head before she really go comfortable. About 3 minutes later she was fast asleep.

"Night, Baby," Tom replied before the line clicked dead.

Daddy. Hearing the word stirred conflicting emotions in him. On the one hand he'd love the idea that he finally had family. Someone to share his lonely days with. But on the other, hearing it come from the lips of a complete stranger --specially one as pretty as Alice touched a nerve or two within him. Other women had called him "daddy" before...

Tom shook his head to clear his mind, and went back to his work, anticipating Alice's call...

Alice sat up when her phoned rung, it took her a moment to relieze where she was, but once she did she grabbed her cell. Looking at the number she saw it was her mother. Alice looked over at the clock, 6:34, before she through the covers off and answered the ringing cell. "Hey, what's up?"

"I was just calling to check in on you. How are you?" Her mother asked, as she clawed out of head.

"Right now, nothing. You just woke me up." Alice explained as she walked over to the bathroom.

"Oh, sorry baby. I didn't mean too." She apoligized, before her phone went fuzzy.

"Hey, mom, your breaking up on my end." Alice walked over to the shower and turned it on. "Look, I'll call you later, at home. Bye, love you!" She hung up her phone after her mother said a quick, but fuzzy, "Bye." She placed her phone on the sink before she started to strip out of her clothes.

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Alice looked at herself in the mirror after she was finished drying her hair, which was flowing freely, the dark brown strands making her eyes really pop. She finished her hair with a red clip that kept her bang from falling in her face. She smiled at herself before running a finger over her smooth skin. Alice was one of those lucky girls that didn't have to bother with make-up. She had this natual look to her, that, as her father said, could kill a man.

She picked up her phone then and redialed Toms' number.