"MEDIEVAL TIMES, DADDY! This is sooo cool. Look at all the costumes."
Lonnie Turner wasn't as entertained as his daughter who herself wore a costume that he called one big set of scarves made into a dress. How she found time to put it together amazed him even more. Of course, having help from her burly Tailor Joshy didn't hurt. What he didn't know was that she had gone behind Joshy and had snipped threads with a devious intent. A secret mission that only her date Todd knew about. Paige Turner knew how to keep her men interested.
With Graduation coming up Lonnie knew that she should be focusing on that, but no she would rather whore it up and tease guys than concentrate on what's important. Of course, her being on the Honor Roll gave her a lead way into doing as she pleased, smart girl with no objectives once school was out. Grimacing at his own concerns on the subject he knew he wasn't helping by instigating his own sick perversions upon her active sex life. Her earning five grand from Dr. Frank Martinbaum had given him too many ideas on how to make more. Yet, for every bit of greed came an equal amount of conscience. He felt like her pimp. Maybe he was. She didn't seem to mind. With heavy thoughts he decides reality was the here and now.
"They actually have guys on horses here? Who wants to eat dinner smelling manure."
He catches a brief whiff. Even if the horses did wear butt bags to capture their droppings, it was not real appetizing. Looking around at the people dining he discovered they didn't seem to object.
"Get over it Daddy. The point is this is what life would have been like in those days. I wonder where Sir Todd is? I'm kind of nervous to meet him. I shouldn't be." She giggles with a newfound confidence, "My shyness is pretty much gone unless I fake it."
"Says the girl who just stripped naked on a city bus and got body painted by 20 guys." He rolls his eyes, body paint being a mass transit bukkake. "You just keep doing that. Acting shy and awkward can be a turn on."
"I know. Trust me I know." She smirks and hugs his arm. "You had fun don't deny it." She lifts up on her toes and exhales in his face, "Does my breath smell like Daddy cum?"
"Stop that." He waves a hand between them to alter the path of scent. "Yes you do. Before you meet Todd you need a breath mint. Did they wear the kind of clothes you're in? You look like a big hanky."
"I worked hard on my dress. I call it Peasant Pretty." She twists in step modelling her atrocious looking dress. "Todd said he wanted to see me in something like this."
"Good thing you doubled up the material over your private parts. The rest of you is see through, even with your white ass skin."
"If you hadn't spent money on a corset it might have looked worse."
"All I do is buy you clothes. You think that five grand is gonna last long?"
She pouts, "I earned that money."
"I'm aware of that. You do realize I've funded every dime I made on you for 18 years right? Therefore, I wouldn't get too lippy."
"You're right. I'm sorry Daddy. It's just nice knowing I can make money like that. Can I keep some of the next money I get from Mister Frank?"
"If there is a next time. I'm not sure how I feel about you hooking yourself."
"You said I could visit him more. He believes we're doing it a lot more. he's even making me a special play room that I designed. It's my body Daddy. I don't mind as long as I'm treated nice."
"Special room? I'm just now hearing about the Stalker Suite? Maybe you should just call it what it is. Escort service career?"
"I can do that." She giggles nibbling a fingernail slyly. "Except I want to actually date other guys not just get paid by them."
Frowning at the whole argument Lonnie growls. "Text Todd. Let's meet your career Larper."
"K." She digs inside her clutch purse for her cell then sends a text. Luckily they had lockers to stash their duffle of clothes. Keeping out only her necessities of perfume, makeup, and cell.
"I'm here sexy Todd." She types.
Looking around the arena of galloping horses in colorful trappings, less ornate riders holding large flags circle the area, giving Lonnie plenty of options in case Todd was among them. It was a safe bet that he wouldn't have his cell in his armor. Of course he could be wrong. He did spot a knight checking his cell while parading the sand filled arena. Nope! It wasn't a cell after all. Go figure it was an iPod, the man doing a drum solo to mock the boredom.
Her cell rings instead of getting a text, as a Waitress leads them to a table right on the wall of the arena. After telling the Waitress they had reservations under Todd Falkner she smiled and confirmed his arrangement. Falling behind them while answering her cell she dances in step. Tables of Camelot's dining denizens eye her almost wanting to laugh at her attire. A young boy even asked his Father if she was a Jester. Shielding the boy with his own bulkiness he told the lad no. She was a stable girl.
"Hiiiiiii! Where are you?" Paige listens, then looks out over the arena toward the massive gates leading in to the circle of sand. There were battle knights prepared to make an entrance. He was one of them. He sat holding his helmet in order to make his call. Waving to each other she rushes to her table, where Lonnie had already taken a seat.
"There he is Daddy. See?" She points toward Todd, Lon twisting in his seat to look behind him. He waves at Todd to be courteous. Todd was a large man of 25 with short brown hair and dashing good looks. "You look handsome in your armor Todd." She couldn't stop dancing. Her tits jiggling about for him to notice. He was hardly the only one catching on to her tempting freedom. His fellow soldiers spying on his attention getter.
"Can you see my fellow Knights checking you out?" Todd chuckled.
"Yesssss! Should I behave?" She ignores the Waitress admiring her makeshift gown. It was hardly Medieval looking, save for her girdle. Rather trashy looking she thought. The redheaded girl was gorgeous though, in a kiddy sort of way. Pointing out the fact there was no traditional menu she waved a servant boy over to offer them chalices of mead. It was tea.
"Are you kidding me? Don't you dare. In a few minutes they're going to sound a trumpet. We knights ride by and claim handkerchiefs from the maidens in the crowd. Did you design your dress how I asked?"
"Yes. You can't tell it even up close, but I made alterations just for you."
The waitress was unimpressed, lingering while Lonnie let Paige ramble, she questions what the redhead had meant by alterations. Her outfit was nearly transparent as it was. How did she even get in the door? Was nobody even observing this skank? Shrugging, the tall skinny, yet shapely waitress took her leave.
"Oh man! Megan looks pissy." Todd exhales laughing.
"Who is Megan?" Paige pouts.
"Relax. Your waitress is my ex-girlfriend. By now she knows who you're talking to."
"We did mention your name on the reservations."
"No brainer then. She presumes correctly that you're my date."
"I don't think she likes my dress, she's giving me the evil meanie eye." She fidgets.
"Love that voice. You might just melt my chainmail on the ride by." He laughs.
"I'll make your ride by memorable."
"Make all the Knight's ride by just as memorable."
"All? Looks like a lot."
