"Tell me a story," Daddy whispers in my ear. It is our second night in Vegas and my man and I are lying naked in bed after an evening at the Playboy Club. As I rub his cock, I open my mind and let the fantasy that's been hiding there flow out...
Daddy can see me surveying the club, my eyes wide taking everything in. Then he sees my focus narrow and sharpen. Ah-ha! I've found what I've been looking for.
"What are you doing?" he whispers in my ear.
"Hunting Bunny Rabbit," I reply. Her eyes meet mine. I want to jump out of my skin or at least run out of the club but I don't. I keep my gaze fixed on our prey. My heart is going to pound right out of my chest but I don't let on. Daddy knows and Daddy is so proud. Daddy likes watching His Girl on the hunt. He is an expert hunter and he is teaching me everything he knows.
My pulse quickens as our prey makes her way toward us. I can see her looking me over and I can feel Daddy staring at me from behind. He is watching my every move. He can see me trying to calm myself. This is not easy. He wants to see how well I've learned all of the little lessons he has taught me. I am wearing a short black skirt, a shimmery silver top with thigh-highs and stilettos -- standard Vegas attire -- and our prey likes what she sees. She has a wry smile to go with the glint in her eyes.
We have a live one on the line.
"Hi. My name is Amanda. Would you like a tour of the Playboy Club?" she purrs, grabbing my hand not waiting for an answer.
I love the softness of a woman's hand. How it fits in mine. The only problem is that I usually can't tell who is leading and who is following. Usually, but not this time. The prey has fallen into our trap. Her full breasts are held up high and firmly in place by her Bunny bustier, the hair that I am going to wrap up in my hand is long and honey-dipped blond. I look to Daddy who smiles his encouragement. This is my kill. My first kill.
Stopping, I squeeze her hand and pull her firmly to me.
"I've seen everything I need to see here. Why don't you come to our room and I will give you a tour of something you've only imagined."
I hand her a card with our room number and turn to walk away. Daddy allows me to lead the way until we are out of our prey's sight, then he takes my hand and slows my pace. I am comfortable again. I can feel my heart rate return to its normal rhythm. We get into the elevator to go up to our room and it all hits me. What the hell was I thinking? "Why don't you come to our room and I will give you a tour of something you've only imagined." Who says those things? Who am I to pick up a Playboy Bunny in Las Vegas? There were so many hot girls in the club. Daddy can feel my head spinning. He smiles wide and strokes my face.
He bites my ear and whispers, "You did perfectly."
As soon as I feel the pinch of his mouth on my ear and heat of his breath on my neck the voices in my head are replaced with an audible "Ohhh" that should have embarrassed me given the full elevator, but I don't care. I am home under my Daddy's command. My heart is racing again but for a different reason altogether.