Ding!
The sound of the doorbell downstairs brought Kitty to attention, snapping her out of her nervous trance. Tonight they were hosting a dinner party to celebrate a breakthrough at Daddy's lab. Her first impulse was to head to the door and welcome their new guests to their home, but that was Daddy's job tonight. Her job was simply to get dressed nice, and be ready to meet all of her Daddy's friends and co-workers.
Kitty turned back to the mirror, looking over herself one last time. In her brand new evening dress and tall stilletto heels, It was hard for the young woman to believe it was even her reflected in the mirror. She was so used to wearing punky, schoolgirl clothes. But there she was in the mirror, a picture of sexy elegance. She ran through a few introductions in front of the mirror- her voice tended to squeak when she was nervous, but with practice could she keep it at that low, alluring purr that drove her Daddy wild to hear.
"You look wonderful, baby girl."
Kitty blushes and turns to see her Daddy in the doorway.
"Think I'm ready to meet your friends, Daddy?" she asks, wobbling a little as she tries to get her footing. These heels were definitely higher than she was used to.
"They can wait until I've had a good look at you." Daddy replies, shutting the door behind him.
Kitty smiles. She knows she looks good when her Daddy looks at her this way - his eyes are wolfish and wanting, and she feels warmer under his gaze.
"Just a look?"
Kitty sways her hips and turns to give her Daddy a good look at all his 'favorite' parts. The heels pinch her feet as she moves, but the effect is worth it. Her Daddy pulls her into an embrace and Kitty lets out a little squeal as his arms wrap around her. She can feel his hard cock against her ass, straining the fabric.
"This is more than a look, Daddy." Kitty murmurs, nuzzling into his arms.
"And you're having too much fun being looked at."
Kitty giggles and gives his hand a little play-bite.
"You're too much fun, Daddy."
Ding!
The two tense up in unison at the doorbell downstairs. Kitty giggles.
"We'd better get to our party. Daddy." Kitty murmurs, pressing her hips back against him. "Our guests are waiting"
"They can wait..."
The doorbell rings a second time. Kitty laughs, wiggling out of her Daddy's grasp and out the door.
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Sometime later, Kitty is left to move through the party alone. She steps nervously, trying not to wobble on her brand-new heels. There's so many new people to meet and so much information to take in that she's a little overwhelmed, and she soon starts to feel a bit alien in her fancy new clothes - the heels pinch something awful, and the dress feels so different.
It's a relief when her Daddy beckons her to sit on the couch beside him and meet a friend of his.
"This is my darling Kitty," Daddy says as she approaches.
"It's nice to meet you, Kitty." The friend asks, looking over her appreciatively. Kitty can see the hunger in his eyes. She sits down beside her Daddy and smiles, confident.
"I was told you write for a living?" The friend asks politely.
As Kitty opens her mouth to respond, she feels her Daddy's hand casually petting her leg beneath the table. The sensation makes her breath catch in her throat. His hand starts to move higher, stroking, probing. She clamps her legs shut.
"Yes, I write." Kitty replies with a smile, her Daddy's hands trapped between her legs. If Daddy wanted to play this game, fine - She could handle it. Talking to people was her natural talent. She'd show him- she'd make a great impression, distractions be damned.
"Oh, what do you write?" Daddy's friend responds politely, oblivious to the happenings going on before him.
"F-fiction, mostly." Kitty's voice squeaks a little. Not loud enough for the friend to notice, but enough to show her Daddy that his touches were having quite the effect. Kitty grabs her Daddy's wrist under the table to stop him, but the effect is more intimate than anything - feeling his warm flesh against her palm does nothing to calm her heated nerves.
Damn him! Kitty thinks. Couldn't Daddy tell she was nervous enough as is, without his distractions? She feels a jolt as Daddy scratches his nails over her nylon stockings, making her inner thighs tense with tickly joy. Kitty bites her lip and tries to focus, but Daddy can see her struggling.
"Yes, she writes very interesting stories. And games, too, right?" Daddy responds for her. His hand stops moving for a moment and Kitty catches her breath. She decides she'll have to stick to short answers, otherwise she's quite sure her Daddy will wait until just the right moment, when she's passionately describing some aspect of storytelling of importance to her, that his hand will start moving again.