I hate my job. I work as a secretary for a real estate company, my boss is bitch, the work is pointless, and everyday is exactly the same.
Everyday I go in, I suffer through the day, and then I go home. At home though I'm a whole different animal. I love posting nude pictures online. I'm just obsessed with the attention, and with all the guys in my inbox. My rule is twenty years older or bust.
I have a bit of a daddy kink. I love the idea of an experienced guy, who spoils me rotten. Who takes care of me and provides for my every need. I also like the idea of being naughty, of having daddy punish me when I'm bad.
It was one such night of hedonistic posting, that I noticed a weird message.
"Don't you want an easy life?" It was so plain.
Usually my messages were things like "nice tits" or "hey baby" but not this. This was so tempting. So I answered.
"I do. But I don't think you can offer me that." I liked being a little sassy with the men who message me.
"We can, 1609 Rose Street, tomorrow night. Arrive at 9, formal dress." The message didn't leave room for response.
I messaged a few times, but they didn't answer. Clearly it was a take it or leave it offer.
There was no way I was going to go to a random house in the middle of the night. Well, I do want an easy life. But how desperate am I for that kind of escape?
I decided to sleep on it. My sleep was fitful, I was so aroused. I didn't know what to do. I wanted to go so badly, but what if they had malicious intent. Would I care?
I did eventually fall asleep, and my torturous routine began again.
Wake up, get ready, go to work, get yelled at, get coffee. The day just dragged on. But today I had something to look forward to. I decided at lunch that I would go tonight. I mean, worst case scenario I get kidnapped, it's not like anyone would look for me. I had cut all ties years ago.
As soon as I was off, I raced home. I pulled my hair into a stylish French twist, and wore my favourite dress. It was black with an asymmetrical hemline and was covered in a black sparkly tulle. Gold earrings and a black choker to finish off the look.
I drove to the address, arriving precisely at nine. I walked slowly to the door. Doubting every step. But I couldn't turn back now, I was determined. I rang the doorbell.
The man who opened the door was both tall and large. I was worried, until he flashed me the warmest smile.
"Welcome, come on in!" He said jovially.
I smiled back and followed him in. We walked down a long hallway and a flight of stairs, ending up in a room with two doors and a table with two chairs. In one of the chairs, a small man in a tan suit. On the table was a piece of paper and a pen.
"Hello miss. Marten." The small man said evenly.
"Please call me Grace." I said softly.
"Of course Grace, my name is Mr. F and I am the lawyer representing this production."
"Production?" I asked.
"Yes Grace, you have been selected to appear on the popular web series "Who's her daddy", a dating show for daddy doms." Mr. F spoke plainly.
"Oh." I answered, not knowing what else to say.
I was going to be on a dating show? This is better than anything I had imagined, but there was definitely some anxiety weaving through my excitement.
"You will have one month to date four daddy doms, every week you will send off one daddy. You will be live-streamed twenty-four-seven. That includes in the bathroom, in the bedroom, and every moment in between. You will stay on property, and pending your signature to the contract, we will handle your employer."
I just sat there trying to absorb everything he was saying.
"All of the doms are independently wealthy and put through a vigorous selection process. During the show you will be taken care of by the host Mathew and his staff."
The kind man who showed me in, did an awkward little wave.
"He will help you with anything you need and provide assistance with decisions should you need it. Once you choose, you will be married to your daddy of choice, and will live in luxury and ease."
At that I grinned openly, this was everything I had ever wanted and more.
"We have played twice before, both with great success and two very happy women." Mr F actually smiled at this part. Clearly he had a great deal of care for the women who participated.
"Please take your time reading the contract, and if you sign we can start the process." He finished.
I read the contract slowly, making sure I fully understood what I was signing up for. It was just as Mr. F had explained. I picked up the pen, signing my name.
"Excellent!" Matthew said, clapping his hands twice.
A man rushed in with a TV cart.
"I think it's time for you and the audience to meet the candidates!" He said in that cheesy reality TV voice.
The man turned on the TV.
First on the screen was a man with dark brown hair and green eyes. He had a well cared for beard.
"This is David, he's forty three. He enjoys camping, reading, and woodworking."
Next was a man with dark hair and dark eyes, his caramel skin was stunning. A light stubble on his face gave him a rugged look.
"Meet Lucio, he's forty. He loves cooking and writing."
If these were the first two candidates I couldn't wait to see the full menu.
"Next we have Lucas."
His blue eyes were piercing. His blonde hair is stylishly cut. I bet he even smelled like money.
"He's thirty-nine. He enjoys playing piano, running, and ballroom dance."
Whew I would be having a fun month, no doubt about that.
"Last, but certainly not least, Levi. He's thirty-eight. He enjoys repairing classic cars, fishing, and sunsets."
The youngest of the four, his grey eyes and black hair would be intimidating were it not for the soft smile on his face. I know a teddy bear when I see one.
"So Grace, is anyone really standing out to you?" Mathew asked, shoving a microphone in my face.
That would take some getting used to.
"Gosh Mathew, they all look great. I try not to make determinations about people based on looks, but I can say... there's a lot to look at" I said with a wink.
Immediately the watch on Mathews wrist began pinging. He looked at it quickly.
"Well you seem to have the viewers' agreement on that!" he laughed.
"Ready to make some introductions?" He said enticingly.
He led me to the far door.
"Am I ever!" I said eagerly.
Mathew opened the door. Behind it, were the four gorgeous men, all in suits holding roses.
"Hello gentlemen!" Mathew announced.
"This is Grace, and she is eager to meet you all! Let's get in the limo so you can all get to know each other on the way to the house." He prompted us through the next door, outside apparently.
A chauffeur opened the door to the limo for me.
Instantly a caramel coloured hand appeared next to me to help me into the car.
"Lucio I assume?" I said coyly.
"You assumed correctly, it's wonderful to meet you Grace." He said softly, his voice warm and soothing.
I settled in on the far side, while the four men sat across from me. Mathew joined me on my seat.
"So Grace, let's play hot seat! Ask any of the men anything you like." Mathew spoke more to the camera than to me.
"Ok! Let's start with the first photo I saw. David, what do you like to read?" I asked, turning to the man on the far end of the seat.
"I like Orwell, I also enjoy Kafka and King." He said briefly, blushing under the attention. This was a man who did not usually operate in the spotlight.
"Great choices, I'll have to get your book recommendations some time!" I said sweetly, taking the camera off of him, he looked relieved.
"Lucio, you like cooking, what would you make for me?" I played it up for the viewers, the pinging on Mathews watch told me that it worked.
"I would make whatever your heart desires, but I make a mean lobster bisque." His dark eyes bore into me. He was intense, I couldn't tell if I liked that or not.
"Lucas, do you have a favourite composer?" I turned my attention to the blonde.
"To listen to Vivaldi, to play Chopin." He said, aloof.
I wasn't sure he even wanted to be here. He seemed bored, so I decided to call him out.
"Bored with me already, we've only been in each other's company for ten minutes?" I asked, my sweet tone laced with snark.
"Not at all the case darling, I just don't want to bare my soul to my competitors. I'm not here for them, now am I?" He said calmly, but his eyes were icefire.
Mathew's watch was pinging non-stop. It seems he just made himself the favourite... I mean audience favourite. Not my favourite. I think.
"Ok then. Levi, you said you like sunsets, where do you like to watch them from?" I asked the man across from me.
"I like to go up on my roof. I'll stay until I can see the stars. I'm a bit of a backyard astronomy nerd." He replied sweetly.
"I would love to learn about the constellations!" I said excitedly.
Levi smiled, Lucas frowned. Good.
The car pulled to a stop.
"Alrighty everyone, before we head into the house, all of the candidates may ask Grace a question." Mathew announced.
Shit! I didn't expect the script to be flipped on me like that. Okay, guess I better get really interesting really fast.
"We'll go in reverse order, so Levi you start." Mathew explained.
"Alright, Grace, what's your favourite season?" He asked gently, probably picking up on my panic.
"I like the fall. Something about the slight chill in the air, and I also love halloween!" I blurted out.
A few pings from Mathew's watch.
"Lucas you're up!" Said Mathew.
"Grace, what's your ideal evening like?" Lucas said, in a shockingly light tone.
"Oh that's a hard one! Sushi for dinner, romantic stroll through the city, then an evening of... fun." I said mischievously.
Mathew's watch went crazy. Lucas smirked. I smirked right back. Game knows game pal.