Daddy's Little Princess - All Grown Up!

[DanFS]

Closed for Undercoverseeke & DanFS

Daniel Mitchell

Hair: Red
Eyes: Blue/Grey
Age: 43
Height: 5'10' (178 cm)
Weight: 150 lbs (75.5 kg)
Occupation: Entrepreneur - runs his own entertainments agency, doing very well.


Dan was sat at his laptop catching up on some emails with clients, and making changes to arrangements to some events he had coming up.

He had just put the phone down to one of the models he employed regularly at events, when he heard the front door open and shut.

He checked his watch. Six-thirty. His daughter, Melissa had finished her lectures at four, he knew that much.
He had said he wanted to eat earlier this evening, as he needed to meet a prospective client for drinks, to discuss an event they wanted to run.
This new client was the Senior Marketing Manager for a local large business, selling various computer components. It could be worth a lot of money.

He heard her footsteps coming down the hallway to his Office.
'She had better not have gone shopping!' Dan thought, his anger mounting as he realised he would probably have to buy something to eat when out with the client and therefore, offer her dinner as well, which carried all sorts of risks in terms of her misunderstanding his motives!

The fact that she was an attractive single woman made the potential for a misunderstanding worse, and Dan's mood darkened, as he listened to the footsteps getting nearer.

"Melissa - is that you?"

 

[Undercoverseeke]

Melissa Mitchell

Hair: Red
Eyes: Blue-Green
Age: 21
Height: 5'6'' (167 cm)
Weight: 125 lbs (56.5 kg)
Occupation: student, currently studying music theory


"It's me, Daddy!" Melissa called out. She double-checked to make sure she had grabbed her bookbag instead of one of her shopping bags before strolling into her father's office. She wasn't stupid -- she wasn't going to parade around her recent purchases, especially lately when he'd been complaining about her frequent trips to the high-end stores. Her acquisitions from today's trip were locked in her trunk, to be removed at a later time.

She didn't see what the big problem was, though. Her father had offered her a place to stay and some spending money so long as she was in school, and she'd been grateful for the offer. But she knew a good deal when she saw one, and she wasn't about to let this one go. She'd changed majors no less than three times since she'd started at the university, to try and keep the deal going as long as she could.

"Sorry I'm late," she told him, leaning over to give him a friendly peck on the cheek. "I went into the campus library to check something out, and a bunch of us got talking."

 

[DanFS]

Dan looked up at Melissa.
She seemed the picture of sweetness and nice.
"Dammit, Melissa. You knew I had an important meeting this evening. Does this lifestyle which I pay for mean so little to you, that you can't even come home on time?"

He stood, hands on hips.

"If the meetings dry up because I get a reputation as being unreliable, so do the paychecks. Do you understand?"

He could feel the heat rising in his face.

He decided to try another tack.

"OK, I'm pleased you went to the Library, but today? Couldn't you have gone tomorrow?"

Without waiting for an answer, he slid a chinese takeaway menu across the desk top to her.

"If you want some chinese takeout, I'll leave you $20, but I need to rush."

He jumped up and rushed out of his Office to go upstairs to change for the meeting.
In the hallway, he tripped over one of Melissa's shopping bags, and a pair of black leather shoes and a black sheer bra & panties set spilled out, as Dan stumbled into the wall, bruising himself in the process.

He turned and glared at Melissa as she came out of his Office, he held up the underwear on the crook of his finger.
"So the Library now sells underwear?" He growled, furious with her.

He flung it at her, and as he turned half-shouted:
"I'll deal with you later....no socialising tonight for you. If there is one thing I can't stand - it's being lied to!"

He then stormed upstairs and started to get ready for his meeting.

He was fuming. He would have to think up a suitable punishment for her, but it would need to leave a lasting impression. He didn't want to keep coming up against this sort of disobedience.

 

[Undercoverseeke]

"I'm sorry, Daddy... I forgot what day it was. I promise it won't happen again." She took the $20 he offered her -- she didn't really need it, but who was she to say no to free money?

"Have a good night," she told him. "Love you."

She relaxed slightly as he left, and got up to head to her room. She wasn't particularly hungry, but maybe she'd sneak out and catch a movie. Right after she got her new purchases safely in her closet where Daddy wouldn't catch them...

Then she ran into her father in the hallway, and faced his wrath. At first she was shocked that he'd found her out, then she was angry. What right did he have to tell her what to do? She was an adult, for Pete's sake. It was tempting to lash out and yell at him, but she held her tongue. Best to play meek and quiet, then give him a "heartfelt apology" later and a loving promise to do better next time. That always seemed to work in the past. Thank goodness for a semester of theater courses...

He'd better not cut her off, she thought darkly. She wasn't about to give up her lifestyle.

 

[DanFS]

As Dan stood under the hot spray of the shower, he used the shower gel to clean himself, and wondered how he could punish his daughter for her lack of consideration.

His meeting was to fact-find for their products and what approach to take to the market.

Their computer components had previously only appealed to guys who had unkindly been referred to as nerds and geeks.
Now they were trying to attract a wider market segment with appeal to women, by using their components in a range of items targeted at women

Dan smiled as he realised the perfect punishment for Melissa, was to make her come to the meeting with him.
If she played along, it could be the perfect coup, stealing a march on the rest of the market.
If she behaved like a brat, and sulked and generally behaved poorly, maybe he could elicit the help of his client, Ms. Rachel Simms, of TechComponentsInc to bring her back into line.


He got out of the shower, and opened his bathroom door.
"Change of plans, Melissa. I need you to come with me to this meeting. I'll even pay you. $100 consultation fee, to give honest opinions to my client?" He shouted.

 

[Undercoverseeke]

When Melissa heard her father's voice coming from the bathroom, her first impulse was to pitch a fit. She did NOT want to go to one of her father's stodgy meetings! But the promise of a bit of payment -- money he couldn't fuss over if she spent it however she wanted -- helped soften the blow a bit. It didn't mean she had to like it, but at least it would make the night a bit less miserable.

"Okay, Daddy," she called back, putting as little inflection in her voice as possible, and went to her room to change.

She muttered to herself the entire time as she deliberately picked the slinkiest, sexiest, most inappropriate outfit she could find -- a dress whose top was cut so low that it almost reached her navel, showing off her entire cleavage and the top part of her flat, smooth stomach. Sure, she'd go... but she was going to make this a night he and his business associates wouldn't ever forget.

For extra rebellion she pulled on a pair of stockings and a garter belt... but no panties. Maybe if some guy rambled on too long at the meeting she could pull a Basic Instinct and uncross her legs, giving him a little view... that'd piss off her father, but it'd get her point across.

 

[DanFS]

Dan wondered what on earth Melissa was doing. He could hear a commotion coming from her room, and she reappeared in a few minutes.

He had taken the precaution of putting a few condoms in his jacket pocket – you know, just in case….

He had already opened the front door and headed for the car when Melissa dashed down the stairs, slamming the front door behind her.
He had started the car, a recent purchase to enhance his image – a nearly-new Dodge Charger sedan, in black, so it looks classy.

As he backed out of the driveway and he looked over at Melissa. What the hell was she wearing?
Then it occurred to him that Melissa was probably at the junior end of his client’s target market.
“Melissa – what are you wearing? This is a business meeting!”
Melissa just shrugged and made a comment about having changed for the occasion, so Dan left it at that. Her outfit may actually help him later.

He decided to call her and check if she had eaten, he could then turn the meeting into dinner, and then, who knows?
Dan looked over at Melissa briefly.
“Look, Melissa, I need to call my client – please don’t screw this up tonight – this could be worth a lot of money for us.”

He deliberately said ‘us’ because he wanted Melissa to understand that this contract could be his ticket into the big-time and Melissa would benefit from that as well. She had as much as stake (almost) as he did.

He speed-dialled his client’s number.
The ring tone could clearly be heard over the car’s speakers.
“Rachel Simms.” A cultured voice answered.
“Rachel – it’s Dan Mitchell.”
“Hi Dan, you’re still on for tonight, right?”
“Oh yes, just a slight change of plans, although I hope you’ll approve. I have my daughter with me. She’s in your target market and could do with a lesson in business and responsibility. Would you mind if we all went for dinner as part of this meeting?”
A short pause later, and then:
“I suppose so, Dan. You’re paying?” He could hear her grin down the phone.
Dan chuckled.
“Yes, Rachel, I’m paying! It might be valuable to gain Melissa’s insight into some of your products, and their potential draw with the market. Do you know ‘Emilio’s’ on the corner of Sanford & Main?”
“Yes, I’ve been there before when I was in town last year, great food as I recall.”
Dan smiled with relief.
“Great, I’ll book us a table for 8pm. Do you want me to pick you up, or can you make you own way there. I’ll pay for the cab if you do.”
He recalled their last slightly flirtatious meeting, and fancied his chance tonight, if he could take care of business and send Melissa home in a cab, he hoped.
“I’ll take a cab. See you there! Bye!”
“Bye Rachel – see you at eight.”
The call ended, and Dan sat back in his seat.

He felt he should explain the situation to Melissa so she knew a little of what to expect.
“Melissa. Rachel is the Marketing Manager for an electronics company that wants to market their products more effectively at women.
She has asked if my company could showcase them at exhibitions and trade shows. That is what tonight’s meeting is about. As a young woman, your comments could help me a great deal, if you play this right we could both make quit a bit of money, and travel around the country with the work this contract could bring in.
Do you understand how important this is for me, and us?”

He looked across, and thought he saw a short nod, to show she understood. He guessed that was as good as he was going to get for now, as she couldn’t be too thrilled at being dragged out for the evening. Dan only hoped $100 would mollify her enough to behave.

After a couple of minutes he pulled into the parking lot at Emilio’s. He didn’t book as he already knew that on Wednesday’s it was usually half-empty and tonight was no exception.

Having parked the car, he guided Melissa inside and was greeted by Francesca, the owner’s daughter, who was only a couple of years older than Melissa.
“Good evening Dan. Table for two?”
“Hello, Francesca. This is my daughter, Melissa.”
He waited for the two women to size each other up, as beautiful women do, and then shake hands.
“We’d like a table for three, please. Is the back room available – it might be more suitable, as we have a meeting?”
Francesca smiled.
“You’re lucky. Dad had booked it out for a private party, but I think they cancelled last night. She checked in the book just to make sure, before saying:
“It seems to be free, so I guess you can have it.”
She led them through the main dining area to the far wall, and opened double wooden doors which led into a smaller room beyond, which could seat twenty easily.

As Dan & Melissa took their seats at a table, Francesca left a wine list and three menus.

After a few minutes, the double doors opened and Francesca led Rachel Simms into the room. They were followed by another young man, carrying a case. He placed it beside the table, bowed and left.

She strolled confidently over to the table, and offered her hand to Dan to shake, then to Melissa.
“Hello, Dan. Good to see you again. This must be Melissa, a pleasure to meet you!” She said, her eyes sparkled with promise, and although only a few years older than Melissa, she seemed the consummate businesswoman.
She took a seat nearer Melissa than Dan, and a wine waiter appeared with a bottle of wine Dan had ordered previously, and poured a glass for all three of them.

They then chose their selections from the menu and chatted and sipped their wine until the entrees arrived.
Before the waiters returned, Rachel explained that some of her products being offered to young women were computer-controlled. She stood up and went over to the case, and opening it, turned to ask Melissa.
“What size are you, Melissa, a 4?”
Melissa replied with her size and Rachel picked a pair of black lacy panties from within, and handed them to her when she sat back down.
She was amused that Melissa looked a little puzzled.

“Go into the ladies room, and put these on, then come back. I’ll then show you what one of our products is.”

Melissa didn’t seem sure, so Dan coughed slightly and motioned for her to go and change into the offered underwear.
Rachel waited until they were alone, to tell Dan.

“I hope it’s OK, but Melissa seems to be adult enough to give me an honest opinion on the remotely controlled vibrator panties. They operate via the Internet, and wi-fi signals. We still have to do a live public test. Melissa can be it. Do you mind if I have some fun with your daughter?”

Dan was about to object. After all, she was his daughter; but she had also been an inconsiderate little bitch earlier, so perhaps some payback would be in order.
Besides, this was looking better for Dan’s chances later if Rachel wanted to play now.
Dan shook his head, as he swallowed his wine.

“No, if she has put them on – she must be as curious as I am. Let’s see what happens, shall we?”

When Melissa rejoined them, Rachel had her laptop open on the seat beside her.
After a couple of minutes of small-talk the waiters returned with their entrees.

 

[Undercoverseeke]

What the hell were Daddy and his co-worker playing at? As far as she knew, their company sold electronics. Why they were suddenly dabbling in women's lingerie was beyond her. Unless there was something more to these panties than she could see...

Maybe they were like those high-tech bras that could monitor your heart rate and even call 911 if your heart rate went up suddenly. Though what panties could monitor she could only speculate. She poked and prodded a little at the panties and could feel a semi-hard spot that could have been a small power pack, but that hinted at absolutely nothing.

Finally she sighed and put the panties on. Fine. She'd play along with this weird game for now... she just had to last through one night. She could handle that. She picked up her purse and went out to rejoin the dinner party.

When the entrees arrived she dug in, realizing she was hungrier than she thought. She tuned out her father and his associate, figuring they'd be in boring business-talk mode and would say her name when they needed her.

 

[DanFS]

Dan was relieved that Melissa seemed to have put the panties on, and Rachel seemed pleased.
The waiter served the entrees and all three of them tucked in, seemingly hungry after the day’s endeavours.

As they neared the end of the course, Rachel tapped a couple of keys on the laptop and then carried on eating. She knew that after a few seconds, Melissa would start feeling some unusual sensations.

Dan was also watching to see what was going to happen, and he had finished his plate, so his attention was solely focussed on Melissa.
Rachel smiled when she saw Melissa tense. Rachel knew the panties had started to work their magic and would now be transmitting electrical impulses through the fabric and into her pussy lips, giving the impression of a slow, firm massage, as if by an unseen finger.
She had set in motion a sub-program which would randomise the sensations, both in terms of duration and intensity, and moving around pussy, clit & ass.
Rachel still had full control and could stop it all at any time, should the need arise.

Dan was amazed. He had never seen his daughter as a sexual woman before, but her she was, sat across the table obviously trying not to moan with the pleasure the panties were giving her.
The episode with her lying to him about the underwear ‘from the Library’ was all but forgotten now, this was much more interesting.
He could feel himself harden slightly, and watched Rachel watching Melissa. He could swear she looked slightly flushed, but was studying Melissa’s reactions intently.
Dan finally came to his senses, and asked if she was alright.
"Melissa - are you OK?"