*Here is my first try on Literotica... I've been a long time reader, and though I'd give it a chance... Enjoy*
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Cass stared at herself in the full length mirror that covered half the wall in her luxurious bedroom. A soft smile played over her lips as she looked at herself. Cass' honey blonde hair was pulled up in a chignon, with a few tendrils left free to surround her face. Her blue eyes stood out like pools of water surrounded by her smoky eye make up, and her lips were pink and glossy. There was a faint blush on her cheeks that spread down to kiss the tops of her perky breasts that were spilling out of her tight black dress. The black dress was dangerously low cut, and melted into her every curve and ended mid-thigh. Her long silky legs seemed to go forever until they ended in black stilettos.
Tonight is the night, she thought to herself as she grabbed her coat and purse as she left her bedroom and headed to her father's study. She quickly put on her coat before she knocked on the door.
When she entered, her father stared at her over his glasses, with his mouth open. Finally closing his mouth he demanded, "Cassandra Connelly, just where do you think you're going dressed like that?"
"Father," she exclaimed, "I am going to the party at Lana's house, remember, and all the girls will be dressed like this, of not more revealing."
"Cass, I don't think—"
"Father," she said sternly, "I am 22 years old; I am no longer a child who needs to be told what to wear."
Jack Connelly sighed. He knew his daughter was well over the age of needing coddling, but he couldn't help it. Since his wife died giving birth to Cass, she was all he had. Jack had built the shipping empire that is family had started to be the most prominent in the world, and he had a lot to show for it. He also made sure that he, and most of all, his daughter was safe at all costs. He worried constantly about her.
"Besides Dad," she continued gently, "I just spent 4 years studying hard to get my degree. I think I need a little time to have fun."
He felt older than his 50 years when he finally looked up from his desk.
"I know you deserve it Cassie, I just worry about you sometimes," he said. "Make sure you have William drive you and pick you up, that way I'll worry less."
Cass gave a slight smile, knowing that she should just accept that he gave in without a fight, and not be upset that he made her go with a driver. She missed their old driver Fred, but he had retired 2 months ago. William had been the driver ever since. She felt uncomfortable riding with William, frequently feeling his steel grey eyes piercing through her as he stared at her in the rearview mirror.
Tonight she was to meet Dave, a senior like her, whom she had been dating for 2 years. Tonight she felt that it was finally time to take their relationship to the next level, and had already planned with her best friend Lana how it would take place at her house. Why not? Dave was probably the handsomest guy in the whole school, and he was sweet, though she always felt something lacking whenever they got to the point of actually making out.
"That's fine Dad, I will take William," she said, then added, feeling a little guilty, "Oh, I might stay over at Lana's if it gets too late."
"Just let me know if you are, sweetie," Jack replied, standing up and walking around the large oak table that took up most the center of the room. He then walked over and pulled her into a huge hug.
"I am proud of you, daughter, and your Mother would've been proud too," he said and then looked up to her, eyes glistening.
"Thank you, Dad," Cass replied quietly, feeling her own eyes mist up.
Jack quickly pulled away, looking slightly embarrassed at his emotion.
"Yes, well," Jack said gruffly, as he cleared his throat. "You better get going, have a great time."
"I will Dad, and I will call you if I am going to spend the night," she replied hurriedly.
"I'll call William and let him know that you are on your way down," Jack said, as he picked up his phone and started to dial.
Cass ran to her room to freshen up her makeup. She looked in the mirror again, satisfied with the results, and then sprayed her favorite perfume. The anticipation of the night made her eyes sparkle. She then rushed down the stairs, hoping that she wouldn't have to wait too long for William.
As she reached the front foyer, she saw him waiting for her at the door. His muscular form was clad in a black suit for his uniform. He was tall, 6'3", and had dark brown hair that he kept close cut. His facial features were sharp, but handsome, especially when one was drawn to his liquid steel grey eyes.
