"Helping Daddy Out" (closed)

[PollyWannaCracker]

"Helping Daddy Out"


Hanna Davis rushed into the house and up the stairs, discarding her back pack and book bag and outer layers of clothing as she went. Her last class of this Friday at Howard Templeton High had ended at just shy of 4pm. But a "misunderstanding" with a teacher earlier in the day had resulted in her having to spend two hours in Detention Hall. She stripped to the skin, showered, and hurried through preparing herself for the most important "date" she'd ever had planned.

The 18 year old was beautiful, with long, flowing golden curls, a flawless face, and (most agreed) a perfectly delicious body. She was constantly ogled by the student body's male (and even female) members. She was smart and got straight A's, and her inclusive personality meant that students from every clique, club, and class were friendly with her, if not actual friends.

Anyone who knew all this would expect Hanna to have a date with one of her fellow students on this Friday night or, really, any night of the week. Ironically, Hanna's "date" tonight was with her father, not some random guy from school.

Robert Davis had been having a helluva couple bad years, and Hanna was going to do her part to fix that tonight. His first wife (Hanna's mother, duh) had died more than 6 years ago, when Hanna herself had been only 12. Robert had remarried a year later with Hanna's blessing, only to have Rosalee (who'd been cheating on him with her former husband) leave him two years ago.

His business had collapsed during the COVID shutdowns of 2020, and his most recent job disappeared when the company he worked for restructured. For the past year, again with Hanna's blessing, Robert had been taking money out of his daughter's college fund to ensure that they stayed in their home and ate every day. She asked for permission to get a job, but her father had put his foot down, telling her he'd rather work three minimum wage jobs than to see her neglect her senior year schooling.

But finally, her father had made it through a series of interviews with Human Resources lackeys and middle management types to finally land an interview with the CEO of a company that offered excellent wages and benefits for a position that was Robert's dream job. Hanna was, of course, excited beyond belief, particularly when she found that the interview would be over dinner at a nice restaurant downtown.

"He wouldn't be taking you to dinner if he wasn't seriously interested, daddy," she'd told her father. "But he's also testing you, to see what kind of a guy you are in public settings. He wants to see if you are a people person, the type of person who can impress not just him but others, too."

Hanna had always been the "nosy" type, and desperate to see her father do well she went to the internet to look up this prospective boss, Charles Gibson. And what she found was the reason she was skillfully putting on her makeup, teasing her long curls, and slipping into a dress she'd purchased specifically for this occasion.

Charles Gibson, it turned out, liked young women, including those still in their teens. Oh, he stuck to "legal aged" girls, of course, as he considered himself too "pretty" to find himself in state prison on a statutory rape charge.

But as she researched deeper into news articles about Charles and delved into his and his friends, business associates, and others' social media, Hanna came to the conclusion that the only thing her father needed to do at dinner to land his dream job was to show up with a gorgeous young woman on his arm.

So, when her father (who'd stayed the night in a downtown hotel for a job fair conference, just in case this didn't pan out) arrived at the waterfront behind the restaurant to meet up with his daughter, Hanna was all dolled up for the part of Robert's dinner companion and presumed lover.

 

[Homerun2611]

Robert Davis sat in his hotel room, an old boutique, actually a four star hotel that he had been able to purchase on Priceline for $45 for the night. It was a bargain, the room retailed for 4x that amount which he never could have afforded, but what the hell, some bargain shopping had him in luxury for barely more than the cost of a Motel 6!. It was not like him to treat himself to luxuries, not when he was presently sponging off his beautiful daughter's college fund, but they had agreed that he should get up nice and early, refreshed to hit the job fair, should tonight not work out?

Some sort of news show, it was actually CNN, playing in the background, more to give white noise than anything. Robert had just showered and put on one of the two nice suits he still owned. As he tied his tie in the mirror, he found himself staring into his own eyes. "How had this happened, how had his life turned out this way?" He silently asked himself. Seven years ago, he had been so happy, the CFO of one of the world's largest airlines. He had been married to his love going all the way back to college, Hanna’s mother, Naomi, their beautiful and smart eleven year old daughter, life had been seemingly perfect.

Naomi's cancer had hit them like a hurricane, pancreatic, she had been diagnosed only three months prior to death. Robert had wanted to spend every minute necessary with his wife and daughter, but understood that his company, having its own survival needs asked him to step down. After her death, he had felt the life force sucked out of his body, but he tried to move on. Opening a small restaurant with their savings, only to have it fail within the first onset of Covid's stay at home mandates.

He blamed himself for the destruction of his second marriage, even though the reality was she was a conniving, ruthless bitch. David had been and still was very good looking. He was a a swimmer whose body weight and muscular composition was nearly the same today, as it ahd been when he swam competitively at the University of Texas.

He had met, Rosalinda, at the gym. She had sought him out, mistakenly thinking he was far wealthier than he was, rather than a man who had spent most of his savings on the final days of his deceased wife's care, and the rest on the equipment, furniture and fixtures of his restaurant. The work was hard, and he, and Hannah as she grew older, worked long hours trying to make it work. Their sex life became non existent, as either he was tired, or she had, whatever. What he would later find out, via a note left on his pillow, was she had been in a six month affair with a personal trainer at the gym, who "makes me feel like a woman!" And, while possibly true, the excluse could not have made David feel less a man!

Once the restaurant had to be shuttered, he looked for work, and the once Fortune 500 CFO took a job as a controller for a small lighting manufacturer. However, once there, he realized the company was going to need to drastically reduce costs to survive the near complete stoppage of projects during Covid. The easiest and most necessary cut was G&A, and his position, so in essence, he fired himself. Now, the economy was surely recovering, but he had seemingly been out of the game too long. Interview after interview he was among the finalists, but always the bridesmaid, never the bride!

That was until now, Lux Jet, was a new, time share business, where executives, celebrities and the other elite could buy shares of luxury private jets. He knew the airline industry back and forward, yet still, he had lost the confidence that once made him great. In fact, the only reason he had pursued this at all, was the seemingly boundless confidence of his little girl.

Robert loved Hanna more than life itself, she had been the apple of his eye since the day she was born, and no woman would ever compare to his little girl. It felt so odd when she recommended, no more like demanded, that she be his date tonight. She had shared her research, and he could not deny that Charles Gibson clearly liked younger women, and further had made it clear, that he expected Robert to arrive with a significant other, as would he.

If he were honest with himself he felt the part of a fool as he went to meet his daughter, and when he saw the gorgeous young lady standing on the pier, he barely recognized her. She was.... STUNNING! A smile appeared ear to ear on his face, as he spread his arms wide open, "My God Hanna, when did my little girl turn into this...you are...." He swallowed, more than a bit uncomfortable at the attraction he had felt before realizing who it was, "...gorgeous!"

 

[PollyWannaCracker]

"My God Hanna, when did my little girl turn into this...you are.... gorgeous!"​

"Oh, stop it!" Hanna said, slapping her father's back playfully as he hugged her. She pulled back from him a step or two, spinning to let him see all of her. The lower hem of her dress reached downward barely long enough to hide her fit, pear shaped ass. She giggled, then exploded in a blush that was visible even in the low illumination of the boardwalk's night lighting. "You like it, then?"

She listened to his response, giggled again, then latched a hand into his crooked elbow, telling him, "We're gonna be late, so let's go."

As they walked down the way with her heels clicking on the concrete, Hanna reminded Robert of the multitude of details she (and he) had uncovered during their investigation of Charles Gibson, his company, and his business associates. "Now, you don't want to sound like you have been investigating him, even though we have been, but when he brings up Lux Jet or names board members by name or talks about projections for the future and new routes and all that stuff that you know but I can only pretend to, you want to show your familiarity with them without looking creepy, like a stalker. You're just a guy who's still in the game and ready to hit the court as a member of his team's starting lineup."

They stopped at the boardwalk entrance to the hotel in which the restaurant was located. Hanna looked her father over, tugging at his jacket's tails and lapel and straightening his tie. Then, she hit him with what she knew was going to be a surprise.

"So, when we go in there and you introduce me," she started, pausing to draw a deep breath that inadvertently swelled her tightly wrapped bosom upwards. "You're not going to tell him that I'm your daughter. You didn't already tell him that, did you?"

Robert confirmed that he'd only told Charles that he "was bringing someone" with him. Hanna continued, "Good. So. You're going to introduce me as Hanna, to keep things easy to remember. But you're going to tell him we met at the gym we both exercise at. Got it?"

She could see in her father's face what might be panic. Hanna hugged him again, straightened his jacket yet again, then told him, "You can do this, daddy. I believe in you. And we both know that Charles Gibson will believe in you far more if you have the personality, confidence, and "sex appeal" to attract a hot young thing like me, right? So, take my hand and lead me in there like you would a woman you'd just started sleeping with."

It felt weird to even suggest such a thing, but this was so very important to Robert and to Hanna as well. Her father needed this job so badly, and her college fund needed the money to start flowing back in, rather than out. Honestly, she would give up college altogether if it meant keeping their family safe and secure. But if she and Robert could pull this off tonight, they'd have it made. Hanna was pretty sure she could pretend to be her father's girlfriend for a couple of hours. Right?

 

[Homerun2611]

He couldn't tell if he embarrassed her or she liked it as she playfully slapped him, but then twirled to let him have a total look. And what a look it was, she was stunning, gorgeous, and OH MY GOD sexy! Yet this was Hanna, his Hanna, and what did it say about him that the word sexy was one of, if not the first thought that had come into his mind?

It was funny too, for attracting beautiful women, Hanna's mother, even his horrific second wife, had not ever been Robert's problem, not that he had tried much. Naomi and he had met in the school library and become sweethearts from nearly the start. And then Rosalinda had seemingly picked him up, and easily seduced him. So, he was not exactly a player, yet he had the desires of any man when seeing a beautiful woman, and ashamedly, at the moment, his daughter was the focus of those desires.

He did his best to have those thoughts go away! Turtles, snakes, mewing lawn, he did everything he could to think as non sexually as possible until these reactions, which he assumed would be fleeting and only due to the surprise of seeing her like this, would go away.

He couldn't help but smile as Hanna prepped him. When she was done, or he thought her done, he leaned in and kissed her cheek, his libido now back in check. "Great strategy and pep talk coach, thank you!" He was teasing, but only to hide how both embarrassed he was that his daughter needed to do this, which she did! Also, how much he loved her for doing it, caring about him, and more than anything believing in him when most, including himself, did not.

He thought he was in good shape until she had a bit more to say.... "So, when we go in there and you introduce me,...You're not going to tell him that I'm your daughter. You didn't already tell him that, did you?" Robert confirmed he had not. For at the time, he wasn't sure Hanna, or anyone, would be his partner, and he likely would not have had one, had she not insisted.

"Good. So. You're going to introduce me as Hanna, to keep things easy to remember. But you're going to tell him we met at the gym we both exercise at. Got it?" He got it, but he shook his head. "Honey, I really appreciate it, but don't you think it will be obvious, I mean look at you, look at me. Does it seem possible we might be romantic?" He intentionally used an old fashioned term to not be too sexual with his daughter.

She was fixing him up, and looking into his eyes, God how he loved her eyes, how he loved her! If only she really was his girl, for she was his everything! "You can do this, daddy. I believe in you. And we both know that Charles Gibson will believe in you far more if you have the personality, confidence, and "sex appeal" to attract a hot young thing like me, right? So, take my hand and lead me in there like you would a woman you'd just started sleeping with."

Robert nodded, but was very unsure. "I am going to put my arm around you, hold you a bit ... more provocatively, I think that is what you mean?" So he did hold her hand into the elevator that led up to the top floor restaurant, but when he looked across the room, and saw Charles Gibson with his young date doting on him, he knew he had to try to make this look real. She couldn't have been any older than Hanna, and they were definitely intimate.

Letting go of Hanna's hand he slipped his strong arm around her, first gripping her waist, and then letting his hand fall partially to also clutch her firm, tight ass. He gave his best smile as they neared, "Charles, so good to see you, let me introduce you to Hanna...."

 

[PollyWannaCracker]

Hanna wanted to laugh aloud at the sight of Charles Gibson and his companion. She leaned her head in closer to her Robert and whispered, "And you thought WE would look implausible? He could be her grandfather!"

Charles caught sight of Robert approaching, and his eyes lit up with joy. Then those eyes found Hanna, and the teen thought for sure the man's eyeballs were going to come popping out like Jim Carrey's did in 'The Mask'.

When she felt her father's hand fall upon her hip, Hanna reached her own hand to lay upon it. He must have thought she had a problem with it because it seemed as though he was trying to lift it upwards to a more appropriate father-daughter hug position. Instead, though, Hanna slipped his hand a couple of inches downward, until it was obviously where only a lover of a desperate wanna-be one would dare touch a woman.

"Charles, so good to see you, let me introduce you to Hanna...."​

The dirty old man rose to greet the young blonde, taking her hand in his own as he leaned forward to kiss the back of it. In truth, he was only looking for an excuse to put his eyes level with and just a foot from Hanna's titties, which were boosted up and in by a strapless bra with an inner silicon adhesive layer. She'd always hated those kinds of brassieres because they were cool to the skin and sometimes made her feel as though someone had taped her boobies in place. But the effect tonight was certainly impressing Charles Gibson, and that was, of course, the reason Hanna was here.

The four of them finished their greetings and sat, with the eldest of them all ensuring that Hanna sat next to him as opposed to across the table. She showed her delight in being near him, of course, looking to her father and inconspicuously winking to him.

The woman sitting across from her didn't seem to mind in the least that Charles was almost immediately flirting with Hanna. Hanna assumed that the shapely, elegantly dressed brunette was likely a high end escort. Another option was that she was a mistress with a lavish apartment, an imported sports car, and a stack of limitless credit cards, but in that case, the woman might have seen Hanna as a threat and not been so at ease with the ongoing conversation.

"He helped me with one of the weight machines," Hanna began explaining when Charles asked her how she and Robert had met. She spun a tale about how some 'brainless, muscle bound jerk' had left the machines designated for the women loaded with hundreds of pounds of weight, and Robert had come to her rescue. "He not only spotted for me for the rest of the afternoon but also gave me some lessons on how to properly use the free weights to tone my body."

Reaching over to grasp her father's hand atop the table and blow him a kiss, Hanna said while looking him in the eye and mused, "My hero."

 

[Homerun2611]

Something clicked within Robert as he put his arm around his daughter and began walking toward his perspective new boss. And then when she made the "Grandfather" comment, he could barely keep himself from laughing out loud. However, and he knew this was the exact opposite of what she meant, but he did wonder if others might look at him similar? Did he look absurd having such a sexy, young thing on his arm, actually, his hand on her ass?

So insecurity still wracked him, and he clearly saw how Charles Gibson looked at Hanna, and so he started to slip his hand off her waist on hip. However, Hanna seemed to have anticipated, and he had only moved it an inch, when he felt Hanna grab him, and not just put back, but slide down so that his palm now fully cupped and cradled her perfect ass. She was telling the world, and Charlies Thompson, but also his date, that she not only wanted it there, but liked it there and that ass was his!

She had no idea what that did, ironically filling him with a sense of pride, a gorgeous young woman showing desire, and even if it was only acting, it did the trick. He cupped it, and for good measure, even gave it a playful squeeze.

Robert knew the purpose Hanna was there, his boss was obviously very interested in young women, uncomfortably so, and as Robert looked at his date, he had a bit of a smirk, he was obviously willing to pay for it. It would not be until later, when Robert confirmed his initial assumption, Charlie's date was a pro, the very high end courtesan variety, who went for $10,000 for the night, $25,000 for the weekend.

Robert bit his lip as the dirty old man, ogled Hanna's pert, young breasts, and kissed the back of her hand. When he insisted, they seat boy/girl/boy/girl. And while that afforded Charles the ability to set next to Hanna, it also seated Robert between Hanna and Charles' date. As they sat, Robert extended his hand, "Hello, I'm Robert Douglas..." It was then he really looked into the young courtesan's eyes. She really was young, and Charles was at least 10 years, if not 15 years, older than Robert. "I am Jasmine, it is very nice to meet you and your date."

The way she said date, as well as the way she briefly looked at Hanna, and then back at Robert with a devilish look in her eye was interesting, but Robert hoped was only his imagination. They started with small talk, Jasmine leaned into the table, her hands seemingly in her lap. However, she knew how to keep her client happy, and despite the fact that Charles kept his eyes focused on Hanna, the young, but talented courtesan, used her long and manicured nails to scratch up and down her partner's thigh.

However, when Hanna told the story of how they met, how Robert was able to lift off the heavy weights, and then spot her, Robert smiled. The story, like most good lies, held a strong element of truth. Robert had indeed spent a day, helping Hanna at the gym, spotting for her, honestly protecting his beautiful daughter from the looks of the testosterone dripping neandrathals who clearly desired his beautiful daughter. But he did like how she finished, "My hero!"

The story impressed more than just Charles, as now it was Robert who also felt the manicured nails on his thigh, his inner thigh. "You are a lucky girl...." Said Jasmine, "What is better than a handsome man who is strong and protective...." With that she slid her hand up, briefly grazing his cock before pulling it away, however what the message meant, Robert did not know or particularly cared. His focus was on his daughter.

"I am the lucky one, never did I dream that a woman as smart, captivating and clearly beautiful as MY Hanna, would agree to go on a date with me. The rest has been really almost a fairy tale." He then looked at Hanna with the look that no other woman would ever see, one that simply said, you are my everything!

Hanna's other research, as well as Robert's experience played out well, as the conversation evolved. Now with the confidence in himself a bit restored, Robert let his intelligence and experience shine. They were eating from a prix fixe menu, the chef's specialties, and dinner was delicious. It was clear, Charles lived very well, and Hanna was perfect, no one would have ever guessed she was anything but attracted, almost adoring, of Robert.

"I hope you are both enjoying this evening, I have been considering bringing over the chef to Luxe Jet. Speaking of, have you ever used our product?" Robert would have loved to fake otherwise, but it was simply too risky. "No I have not, but I have heard wonderful things, I would love to hear directly from you though, what you see as your special sauce, the financial performance has been very impressive!"

Charles smiled, "Well, I could tell you, or I could show you? Jasmine and I are flying to the Cayman's tomorrow, flying back Monday morning, I would like you...." And then he looked into Hanna's eyes, "... of course Hanna to be our guests, could you possibly join us?" Robert did know what to say, how much longer could they carry out this charade? Robert swallowed hard, the saliva suddenly gone from his mouth. It was a very generous offer, although Robert was not exactly comfortable with Charles' motivations as he watched him again ogle his daughter. He looked over at Hanna himself, for he truly did not know what to say...

 

[PollyWannaCracker]

"I'm Jasmine."​

Hanna very nearly laughed, but managed to restrict her reaction to a polite smile. 'Jasmine my ass', she thought to herself. 'More likely Gertrude or Helga.' Almost as quickly as she had the thought, Hanna felt guilty, fearing that all across the word, beautiful women with those two names were suffering ringing ears, wondering if someone was speaking ill of them.

"It is very nice to meet you and your date."​

Again, Hanna wanted to laugh, but again her self control stole the day. This night was very important to her as it was very important to her father, and if necessary she would pull off an Academy award winning performance as Robert Davis's 'date'.

The woman Hanna had correctly presumed was a high end 'whore' went on:

"You are a lucky girl...." Said Jasmine, "What is better than a handsome man who is strong and protective...."​

"Yes, I consider myself very lucky," Hanna agreed. She looked to her father with an expression meant to convey her joy in having him in her life. He twitched with an expression of surprise at what Hanna couldn't see, the hand of the second woman at the table toying not just with his thigh but his cock! She continued on, "Robert's been good to me."

The dinner continued, with Hanna eating the most delicious meal, one that in some cases included entrees she'd never heard of before. Then, near the end, Charles looked across the table to Robert and delivered the surprise of all surprises:

"I would like you ... and of course Hanna to be our guests, could you possibly join us?" ​

Hanna's eyes widened, and she had to force her mouth not to fall open in shock. This whole 'date' act was supposed to end tonight with this dinner and the confirmation that her father had been hired to join Lux Jet. The future plan, if one had been necessary, was that if Charles ever asked about the lovely Hanna from the gym again, her father would claim that she'd moved to the east coast to attend graduate school. That would have avoided any sense that her father had been dumped or that he'd dumped the gorgeous gym babe either.

This, however, was a wrench in the works that threatened to bring down the Davis family's future like nothing they'd ever experienced before. So, when Robert looked to her with the same sort of panic in his face, Hanna didn't hesitate to reach over, grasp his hand, and lie out her tight, pear shaped ass, "I have a few vacation days available to me. Why not?"

Then, looking to the Ol' Man Gibson, Hanna said with a flirtatious tone, "I think I could find one of my bikinis if I searched."

Charles laughed loudly, leaned toward Hanna, and with a hungry tone growled, "Please do. Search, I mean."

The pair of them laughed together, before Hanna looked back to her father to gauge his reaction.

 

[Homerun2611]

Hanna had been trying to be sweet and appreciative to her father, and Robert smiled as she said it, but of course Charles, and Hanna would soon find out Jasmine.

"Yes, I consider myself very lucky ... Robert's been good to me."​

Charles let out a loud chuckle, "I'm sure he is, he better be, right? I mean, we gotta know how to take care of these young ones if we want to keep them, don't we Bobby!"

Robert wanted to punch him. God he hated how bad he needed this job, but he did! "It's not like that Charles, Hanna is a truly special girl." He had to defend his daughter's honor, no matter what he made obvious about his own relationship. Robert leaned forward and put a loving hand on Hanna's thigh, hoping she wasn't hurt by the inappropriate remark.

Robert had just about been ready to release a huge sigh of relief, thinking they had survived, and by all indications done well at this pivotal dinner meeting, when Charles dropped his bomb of an invitation.

He had looked to his daughter, as if she might have the perfect excuse, but there really wasn't any was there? If he was going to get this job, refusing was not an option.

So he listened to Hanna's flirtatious response, "I have a few vacation days available to me. Why not? ... I think I could find one of my bikinis if I searched."
A bikini! It should not have, but he had had an epiphany tonight, his Hanna was no little girl any more, she was a very, VERY sexy woman, and despite himself, the idea of his daughter in a bikini was, well, thrilling!

What was less thrilling, down right infuriating was Charles' wolfish response. Robert wanted to scream "keep your hands off, she's mine!" Except she wasn't his, at least not like that.

"Great, it sounds like a date... A vacation date!" Jasmine stood up, and asked Hanna to join her in the ladies room. Once in there, young Jasmine, with the faux Manhattan socialite accent, quickly became Asia from the Bronx. "Are you new to the business, I thought I knew most of the high end girls like me?" She went on to say who she was and the service she worked for, how her mother had skipped out, and her Dad named her after his favorite porn star, Asia Carerra, a 1990's legend as a contract girl in the old days of bigger budget porn.

"So, where did you find Robert? I mean, he's a silver fox? Mine can barely get it up with viagra and I pray he gets drunk before I have to fuck his limp dick! But yours, DAMN GIRL, I might pay to fuck him!" She laughed, paying close attention to Hanna's replies, not sure she even believed her. "I mean if you want, while in the Cayman's we could swap. Charle's really does pay well, and I know he is into you, I'm just saying if you want to, I'm open to it..." She giggled suggesting she was more than open.

When the girls got back, Charlie and Robert were getting up, "We wondered what happened to you girls, I think we are done here." Charles stated, a shit eating grin on his face. "I guess we will be seeing much more of each other!" This comment was directed solely at Hanna as his eyes swept up and down her perfect, tight body. "See you on the Tarmac at 10:00 AM, the day after tomorrow, we will be wheels up by 10:15 ... another of the great things about flying private is security is basically non existent...." Again he looked at Hanna, "You will get used to it, and like it, you both will, I have a good feeling this is going to work out well for all of us!"

Finally, the night was over, and after thanking Robert and saying goodbyes to Jasmine, Robert put his arm behind Hanna as he did before and led them out in front of Charles and Jasmine. Robert had to admit, he was becoming more comfortable having his daughter's ass in his hand, and he sure as hell wanted to make no mistake on his possessiveness. When the were finally alone, he let his hand go down, but put his hands on her waist to look at him. "I'm so sorry honey, this has gotten out of hand, if you want me to call him and pull out, I will?"

Pulling out was an interesting choice of words, but Robert meant it innocently, he felt he was taking advantage of his daughter and putting her in a position she did not want to be, heading away on a romantic excursion with her father! And then he did something very unusual for him, "I think I could use a drink ..." Then he looked at his date, his daughter, " ... would you like one too?"

 

[PollyWannaCracker]

Hanna thought Robert's defense of her as definitely 'not' being an escort was chivalrous. She couldn't help but imagine what Charles would have thought if he'd known Robert was actually her father. That could have resulted in some hard questions and insinuations of a very taboo nature, wow.

"Are you new to the business, I thought I knew most of the high end girls like me?"​

Hanna had feared that might be the question she was asked when she and Jasmine reached the ladies lounge. She was also expecting to be chastised for moving in on the escort's client. That, of course, wasn't what happened when she instead began talking about how hot Hanna's father was.

"But yours, DAMN GIRL, I might pay to fuck him!" She laughed. "I mean if you want, while in the Cayman's we could swap. Charles's really does pay well, and I know he is into you, I'm just saying if you want to, I'm open to it..."​

Jasmine giggled about the proposition, and (surprising herself) Hanna did, too. She wondered if maybe that might be the solution to a problem facing them if they did in fact go to the Cayman's with Charles and Jasmine: how were she and Robert supposed to maintain the illusion of being lovers without, you know, doing the things that lovers did, like holding hands, kissing, 'pawing' at each other and making love, which of course would be behind closed doors out of sight but would still require some very uncomfortable acting.

"Jasmine, while I am, um, what, 'honored' that you believe me hot enough to be a professional escort," Hanna told the actual escort, "I have to tell you: I'm not. I seriously am just Robert's ... lover."

Hanna almost couldn't get the word out. It just sounded so taboo to say.

Jasmine just stared for a moment before finally asking pointedly, "Then you're not a professional?"

Hanna shrugged, responding, "No."

"Hmm," Jasmine said, obviously disappointed. "Well, then I guess I'm stuck with Grandfather Time."

They laughed together as they headed out and back toward the table. Jasmine began asking Hanna questions about the Caymans: had she ever been there, did she know what to expect, did she have the clothes for it, in particular the bikini that Charles would be expecting to see her in, and more.

"I want you to call this number and make an appointment," Jasmine said, stopping Hanna near the end of the hall just short of the restaurant's seating area, where she pulled out a business card and handed it over. "Ask for Jennie, tell her I sent you. Tell her about the Caymans and tell her that I said you needed the million dollar treatment."

"The what?" Hanna asked, confused and even a bit concerned about what that might entail.

"Trust me," Jasmine said with a confident tone. "You won't be sorry. Oh, and tell her to put it on my tab."

Hanna studied Jasmine, then asked, "Why are you doing this for me? I told you, I'm not a professional."

Jasmine's lips spread in a wide, devilish smile. "Maybe one day you'll do me a favor, like I'm doing for you now."

They made it back to the table and then, after the farewells and a wink from the professional to the amateur, out of the restaurant. Once again, Hanna found her father's hand on her, two of his fingers and his thumb respectfully on her back while the other two fingers were very much on the outward curvature of her tight, young ass. It felt so weird, so wrong, so taboo, and yet so funny all at the same time. As soon as they were out of sight of the other couple, Robert turned his daughter to him and held her a bit more appropriately.

"I'm so sorry honey, this has gotten out of hand, if you want me to call him and pull out, I will?"​

"No, 'no!' Not a chance," Hanna said, pulling her father in for another hug before again backing up to look into his face. "We can pull this off, I'm sure of it. We'll just hold hands a lot and kiss each other on the cheek, and you can put lotion on my back like guys love to do for women. It'll be fine. Really!"

"I think I could use a drink ..." Then he looked at his date, his daughter, " ... would you like one too?"​

Hanna laughed, reminding him, "I'm 18, daddy."

She hugged him again, stood on her toes to reach his cheek with her lips, and told him, "You go home. Take the car. I got a ride here with a friend, and she's waiting at a cafe right over there one block, down that well lit path, to hear all about tonight. Yes, I told her I had a date with an older, sexy man. No, I didn't tell her it was with my father. Go! I'll be fine."

She pushed him off in the direction of his car, "I'll be fine. Don't wait up for me, 'cause I'll stay at Marilee's. I have some shopping to do tomorrow for the trip."

Hanna giggled, saying with joy and disbelief, "I'm going to the Caymans. 'With my daddy!' How weird is that?"

*************************

Late the next afternoon, after having traded some text messages through the day with her father, Hanna finally arrived home via a Lyft. The driver helped her carry her brand new travel bags up to the house: a rolling suitcase, an over the shoulder cloth bag, a dress/garment bag, and a new purse. By the signs of it, they were all very much full of something.

Inside, Hanna excitedly explained that Jasmine had sent her to her own personal 'fashion consultant', a woman named Yuul. ("Like 'you', but with an 'L' on the end," she explained). Yuul set her up with everything from casual beach wear and skimpy bikinis to formal evening wear and the sexy undergarments to wear under them.

Hanna lifted up one of the thongs for her father's survey, laughing embarrassingly because it was barely there. "Remember that thing David Schwimmer said in 'Six Days, Seven nights' about that dancer's bikini bottom being little more than an eye patch? I think this one's smaller yet! But she says this is what they wear there, in the Caymans."

She showed off some of the other clothing, including a little black dress that she said fit her like a second skin, but 'elegantly'. Hanna began to think that maybe all her talk about how sexy her clothes were was not entirely appropriate with her father so she finally said, "I'm going to go to my room and finish packing the things I already have."

Heading off toward the hall, Hanna smiled and giggled again, thinking 'Probably a good thing you didn't explain what you had done to you at the spa while naked.'

 

[Homerun2611]

Robert was actually sad to see Hanna leave him and head off with her friend. It had felt like a date, not a real date, but somehow being left alone felt, well, sad! "Okay, but please be careful, I don't want you out like that, where, well, boys and men might get the wrong idea!" He looked at her one last time and she should have been able to see how protective he was of his beautiful, young daughter who had way too fast turned into a woman.

When he got home, he indeed had that drink, a single glass, two finger of bourbon, on the rocks, with just a splash of water to release the flavor. He sat down in his favorite chair, and replayed almost every second of the entire evening, from the surprise of first seeing his daughter, to the entire interplay, including having a foreign woman seemingly, and quite intentionally, albeit briefly, stroke his cock! That bothered him, not so much for the unwanted advance, as his realization that he wouldn't have been confident to follow through, even if she had wanted him.

It had been nearly three years since Rosalinda had left him, and almost three months before that, that he had last enjoyed true intimacy with a woman. He brought his hand down, briefly fondling his cock, wondering if the old boy still worked. Then he remembered, ashamedly remembered, the second time, this time with the anticipation of what he needed to do, and as his hand wrapped around his daughter, felt the firmness, of her truly perfect ass, he had felt himself get hard!

Suddenly, sitting there, he quickly removed his hand from his cock, Jesus, maybe he would masturbate later, every man needs some release, and it had been waaaaay too long, but he could not, would not, do it to the thought of his daughter ... at least not yet!

The next day, Hanna was not the only one who went in for a little shopping, he had showered, and then stood naked in front of the mirror. He needed a clean-up, hell if he were a car, he would have had his mechanic do a complete overhaul, as it was, new tires and an oil change, was about all he could do. So, he went to Google, and looked up male salons, he went in and did his best, a hair cut, shave, and ... manscaping! it did feel odd, as wax was applied in locations he never considered, but he said, please do for me how men look nowadays ... and so they did.

He also did a bit of shopping, careful, but he used credit, he needed to look good. So he got some linen pants, a lightweight sportcoat and a new swimming suit and cover up. The rest he would make work from his own wardrobe. He also went to the grocery store and bought Hanna's favorite meal. He wanted to do something special, and cooking was one of his strongest skills.

So when she came home she should have smelled the aromas of her favorite meal. However, as she walked in, his focus immediately changed. "Wow!" He wanted to ask how she could afford all of this as her bags were clearly full, but then figured she had likely borrowed it from Marilee, or another friend. The reality was, he couldn't ask, he had been borrowing her money for a while and he would not question what she did.

When Hanna held up the thong, Robert was both shocked and aroused as his body, heart and mind each had their own reactions. She described the rest and then went upstairs and he sat there for a moment, breathless. God, could he really do this, go away, and have her dress like that? He didn't really know, but knew he had to find out.

He finally went upstairs, and softly knocked on her door, he didn't want her to open it, as he wasn't sure he could look into her eyes and say what he needed to say. "Honey, it's... it's Daddy ..." As if anyone else would be allowed to knock on her bedroom door, but he was nervous.

"I ... I've made your favorite dinner, and I think, if you are willing, we ... well, we need a practice date. I don't really know If I can do this, and I need to try it one time ... just us. So, please put on one of the outfits you have for the Cayman's and then come down, okay?"

He didn't wait for an answer, he went down and poured them each some wine, they were going to practice that too ... and he put on some soft music like a band might play ... he even turned the lights down and lit some candles, and then he went into the kitchen to finish preparing dinner ...

 

[PollyWannaCracker]

Hanna was sitting on the toilet in her bedroom's attached bathroom when her father knocked on the door.

"Honey, it's... it's Daddy ..."​

"Really?" she called through the open bathroom door, giggling. "Are you sure?"

He talked about dinner (his special spaghetti with a sauce made with olive oil, of course, but white onions, garlic, an array of spices, and crushed tomatoes), then spoke of a 'practice date'. She giggled again, to herself this time: how ironic was it that 18 year old Hanna had had more dates in the past year than her father had since the day he'd gotten married? Oh, it wasn't that she got around or anything but was instead that he'd simply been married, widowed without much subsequent action, married again, and more recently once again divorced with no hanky panky.

She called out, "I'll be down!"

Ten minutes later, Hanna showed up down stairs in the little black dress and four inch spiked heels she'd gotten courtesy of Jasmine's account. She let her father catch sight of her, then did another spin all the way around, followed by a half turn to show off how her back was well displayed by a plunging "V" that reached almost all the way to the upper curves of her ass.

"What do you think?" she asked, turning back. "Do you think horny ol' Mister Charles is gonna approve?"

 

[Homerun2611]

His heart is absolutely pounding as he turns away from his daughter's door, and beats even faster as he hears her.

"I'll be down!"​

It was the answer he had hoped for, but now that he heard it, what did he do now? Going downstairs he set the stage, creating a certain mood, but to what avail, he again was not sure. This was such unexpected territory, discussing how he and his daughter might present themselves as convincing lovers under more prolonged observation.

He felt his mouth go dry as he heard her footsteps coming down the stairs and then the click of her heels on the hardwood floors as she entered the kitchen. As he turned he had no idea what to expect, only to see, "Oh God!" Had he spoken aloud? He had, little more than a whisper, almost a moan, if it was possible, she looked even better, and to put it crudely, hotter, than the night before.

She was incredible, every single inch including the devilish smile on her face. She did a pirouette, almost like she used to do for him when she had taken ballet as a child, and he smiled at the memory. But this was no tutu, and while the front was incredibly sexy, the back might have been even hotter, and suggested, his little girl, could not be wearing a bra!

"What do you think?" she asked, turning back. "Do you think horny ol' Mister Charles is gonna approve?"​

His eyes panned up and down, and the answer was obvious, "Unfortunately, I think he will love it ... what male wouldn't?" Females too for that matter, if so inclined. That wasn't the worst part, the worst part, was, he was inclusive in those males, as he felt his treacherous cock, betray his best fatherly instincts, by getting hard. "You really do look stunning honey, it is perfect."

That was enough and looked over his shoulder at the stove, and turned back smiling. "The sauce is almost ready, your favorite, would you like to toss the salad?" It was an innocent question, but given the situation, Robert found himself blushing as he realized how else the statement could be taken. He quickly covered, up, "I will finish the pasta and the garlic bread."

If Hanna looked over the counter she would see six, semi full glasses of wine poured, two each of white, rose and red. "I know you are 18, but if we are going away, it will be odd if you don't drink at all. I thought we might try wine?" He had no idea if his daughter drank, he knew many young people did, but he figured if anything it was beer, maybe some sort of spiked punch.

"I poured one of each so you might decide which you might like best. Order is important though. If you start white, and move towards red, you will be fine, maybe a little tipsy, but if you go red to white, you are likely to feel pretty sick. I'm not sure why it works that way, but it just does."

He looked at her, "You know I wouldn't normally encourage, but I mean, at least if you get a little tipsy, you are safe with me." He meant that. He went about finishing dinner and arranging it on the plates. "I am thinking, we might try to act like we will there, get used to touching each other a bit, and not laughing, and then afterwards, maybe dance?"

He was really trying hard, but the way she looked, and given how long it had been since he had been in anything close to romantic, he was finding his feelings to be a bit ... confusing!

 

[PollyWannaCracker]

"Unfortunately, I think he will love it ... what male wouldn't?"​

Hanna couldn't help but giggle at her father's compliment of how good the dress looked on her long, sleek body. Nor could she help but to show it off to him even more, turning her back to him again and twisting her upper half left, then right, as she playfully look over each shoulder like some Red Carpet actress showing off her designer dress (and her ass).

"You really do look stunning honey, it is perfect."​

"It better be for what it cost," she said, adding quickly, "No, I didn't steal your credit card. Jasmine, you remember Jasmine? She bought it for me so that I'd knock Charlie's socks off. And no, I'm not gonna take it off for him, so don't even get that face!"

She laughed again, and they went to the kitchen to talk about how to get through dinner as a presumed couple. Even as he was still explaining the rationale behind the 'drinking protocol', Hanna snatched up the white and drank it down in three quick gulps. Setting the glass down with a clink, then laughed.

"The white's good," she told him. Again she laughed. "Yes, daddy, I've had wine before, so again, don't get that face".

She lifted the rose and did her best 'wine snob' imitation, swirling the glass, sniffing at its contents, taking a little into her mouth, swishing it around, all before spitting it back into the glass and again laughing. "That's so you don't get drunk at a wine tasting. And no, I didn't get that from actually going to one. I watch the 'Food and Wine' channel sometimes."

She took up the red and drank a gulp without all the show, telling Robert, "I like this one best."

"I am thinking, we might try to act like we will there, get used to touching each other a bit, and not laughing, and then afterwards, maybe dance?"​

"Sure, why not, good idea," Hanna said without hesitation. "Like the Caymans."

Whether he noticed it or not, Hanna wasn't nearly as nervous about the potential 'intimacy' of the 'practice' as Robert was. There was an irony in how Hanna saw and thought of Robert: she (like so many 'little girls') had always thought of her father as her hero, as handsome and strong and manly man and ready to take on the world to protect her, and (again, like so many daughters) had grown up thinking 'I want a man like daddy' because obviously that's the kind of man any girl should want, right?

And yet, Hanna had never really considered her father a 'sexual being', had never seriously wanted to see him naked, had never tried to peek in on or listen to him making love to others, and (most certainly) had never fantasized about making love to him herself. She'd never considered it taboo or gross or anything like that: she'd simply never considered it at all.

So while Robert was having a difficult time looking at Hanna without his cock getting hard, Hanna wasn't suffering the same sexual thoughts or physical effects at all. She was simply excited about their future together as daughter and father, of helping him landing this job that would 'make him whole', and of the benefits that such great strides forward for him would help her so much personally.

That would change, of course, in ways that would spin her head. But that was the reality now.

They practiced coming into the 'restaurant' (their dining room), practiced small talk and 'cute' talk, intimate talk as lovers do. Hanna giggled a few times, but only when she really pushed the envelope, saying things she wouldn't in Charles and Jasmine's presence.

Hanna asked Robert questions about his future job, typically starting off with things like 'At breakfast yesterday morning, you were telling me about...' or 'What was that thing you were explaining while we were on the couch last night watching The Notebook...' and other openings that would indicate that they spent intimate time together.

Ironically, many of these openings came from Hanna's own life: her father may not have been 'getting any' recently, but that didn't mean that she wasn't. Robert didn't know this (though, he might has suspected) but Hanna had been sexually active since the night of her 16th birthday. And up until just a couple of months ago, when things at home got really tough for the two of them and she split from her boyfriend, she had been secretly spending nights with the 22 year old boyfriend college senior, telling Robert that she was staying the night with girlfriends to study for her end-of-year exams.

After the two of them had had a little more wine and nibbled at the salad and more, Hanna stood and announced, "I'm starving, and I want to start the spaghetti, but I gotta change out of this. I'm not gonna risk getting sauce on it. Be right back."

She hustled upstairs, and five minutes later she returned looking far differently but not at all less sexy. She had put on a halter top, wanting her back to be on display as it had been in the dress. Only, there was even more flesh to be seen because of the fully open back and the plunging "V" neck in front.

Down below, she wore a pair of Spandex yoga pants simply because she liked them. The mid-thigh length item fit her upper legs, ass, and crotch like a second skin, and she had retained the spiked heels to maintain the height she would be at while dancing in the Caymans.

"C'mon, let's dance," Hanna told Robert, knowing that that was likely something they'd be doing down in the islands. Her father had already put music on, but she changed it, teasing, "No one dances to that anymore. God, how old are you?"

Once she had a nice modern but still slow and romantic song playing, Hanna moved up to her father and said, "Show me what you got, Robert Davis. Impress me."

 

[Homerun2611]

No, I didn't steal your credit card. Jasmine, you remember Jasmine? She bought it for me so that I'd knock Charlie's socks off. And no, I'm not gonna take it off for him, so don't even get that face!"​

Robert had not even considered the latter ... until she said it, and for the moment he was focused on the former. "Jasmine, why would she help you, why would she want you to knock Charlie's socks off?" He let his mind try to do some very unfamiliar and uncomfortable calculus. "My God, she is an escort, oh honey please don't tell me she is trying to make you one too...I mean you would be beautiful but.... YUCK!"

He shook his head as if trying to eliminate the conversation from his mind. Robert had no idea that his daughter was "experienced" and would have been quite sad if he had. No father wants to think of his daughter as sexually active and certainly not that young, and as for a 22 year old, good thing he hadn't known or he might very well be in prison after killing him, a shot gun blast straight to his cock and balls!

No, for him, what Hanna was doing right now was completely out of character, playing a role, purely based on her love of him. And so, it was that character he tried to embrace, trying desperately partitioning how he would act with this character, rather than the taboo behaviors, and desires he might be feeling and expressing.

She made it clear that this was not her first drink, or second, downing the white, spatting the Rose, and then clearly liking the wine. "Okay, cabernet it is!" He laughed, and filled a full glass for each of them. He was trying not to make a face at any of it, he was grateful and actually enjoying the idea of having a date, as she agreed they would act like they were in the Caymans.

What surprised him was how good she was at creating small talk, feigning intimacy and inferring situations and memories that he could only hope but wish had actually happened.

"Are you sure you want to change?" He asked, clearly a bit sad to see his gorgeous date, slip into something more comfortable, but when she reappeared, he could only smile, "I guess I didn't realize your wardrobe!" Again she seemed to allow him to look up and down her petite body, and sexy attire. "I don't think Charlie is the only one you will drive crazy, you are really ...." He let out a long sigh, "Gorgeous!"

Most girls probably like to be gorgeous in their Daddy's eyes, but that statement was more about his roleplay date, than Daddy/Daughter adoration. Robert did his part too, as she told stories, or smiled, he would brush the outside of her fingers across her cheek or brush her hair out of her eyes, or let the tip of his middle finger tickle up the top of her forearm.

Before they wrapped dinner, he broke character for a minute. "So what do you think, was I realistic?" He didn't give her much of a chance before giving Hanna her review, "...I thought you were amazing!"

Robert frowned momentarily when she changed the music, "Old! That my dear is Sinatra and that is timeless!" He then broke into a laugh, as she played something by who he thought was John Legend, "Okay, that is nice too!" It was nice though, and he honestly felt like the luckiest man in the world when his daughter challenged him playfully ...

"Show me what you got, Robert Davis. Impress me."​

He stepped toward her, dancing was one thing he could do, but he realized it had been several years since he and Hanna had their last Daddy/Daughter dance where they had done a little box step to the guidance of the woman giving instruction. "You've never really seen me dance have you, let me warn you, I am a strong lead, just hold on and do what comes naturally, but be prepared to spin and even dip!"

His eyes had lit up, finally in a comfort zone, at least for a bit. He did his move he had done so often with her mother, gripping her upper thigh and sensually running his palm and fingers over her hip until firmly holding her waist. Gracefully, he started to move her around the floor, he was honestly a very good dancer, as had her mother, and Hanna seemed to be a natural, as he slowly spun her away, only to real her back into a tight embrace.

"You're good, I haven't danced with a woman who could really dance, since your mother, but you feel good in my arms!" It wasn't a line, it was the truth. When the first song ended, the second one began. "If we need to put on a little show, would you put your arms around my neck?"

This time he pulled her in close to him, body to body, he felt her up and down. He rubbed his cheek against hers, "Let me know if this seems right?" He whispered, before kissing lightly down her neck.

If it had been a while since Robert had had sex, it had been years since he had really danced intimately with a woman, but what he was doing seemed right, even if, who he was doing it to, was so very, very wrong!