"Wake your ass up."
Lonnie Turner crept into his daughter's bedroom as she lay nude atop her covers, her rose colored pedestal fan blowing over her succulent body. It had turned out to be a warm night last evening. A hard swat on the ass, she yelps jumping into a defensive roll, feet poised to kick at him.
"DON'T DO THAT." She stares up at him fearfully. "That was mean."
"Damn! The only time you don't sound like a little girl is when you get woke up like that. Got a surprise for you. Haul your ass out of that bed and get pretty. Prettier...you know what I mean."
"It's Sunday. I want to sleep in."
"Alright then. I'll just call Micky back and tell him we're not coming to see him. So much for Senior pictures."
"WHAT? I GET TO POSE FOR GRAMPA MICKY?" She leaps from her bed dancing about her room as if not knowing what to wear. Panic mode was highly entertaining. Just watching her titties bobbing about made his morning. She must have been dreaming of someone due to her nipples in full bloom. He loved the floral arrangement.
"Grampa? Since when is that guy your Grampa?"
"Since he rescued me at the mall from creepy Mark."
"Your Mother's Mark?"
"Uh huh!" She frets, "I didn't tell you everything about the day Mom took me shopping for a new dress. Mark was being mean to me. I mean MEAN. M-E-A-N!" She giggles faintly under duress adding, "MEN and MAN are both in Mean. Awesome."
"Howso?"
"Nothing." She sulks, "Bossing me around is all." She didn't want to tell her Dad that her future Stepfather wanted to perform freakish bondage on her. She had no intention of that happening unless she had no other choice. Mark was scum in her eyes. He threatened to do all sorts of things to prevent her from Graduating. She really hoped to just avoid him.
"I'll have a talk with him later when we stop by for your cap and gown fitting."
"No Daddy. Just let it go. I can handle Mark."
"We've been through this. The guys a Skinhead. There's no reasoning with a freak like him." The thought then occurred to him just how much grief the guy could give him over dating Deborah Johnson, her being of color. He didn't really give a rats ass what he thought but if that N word slipped he was going to wage war on Mark Rapier.
"Please Daddy? Don't make a scene before Graduation. I want everything to go smoothly."
"You have seven days until you hold that diploma. I think you should behave all around. No more crazy dates until after the big day. Promise?"
"Okay." She meant it until she had to break her promise. That was obviously going to happen. Brett Chenowyth and the guys at school would see to that. Possibly Mark. "Can I bring those furs you bought me and pose in them?"
"Sure. Micky's a decent guy. I'll let you have fun. Behaving starts after today."
"Can I pose nakie?"
"He lives out in the country. I guess that's alright."
"Yay!" She claps softly. "I need to shower again. I can still feel the cum on me from yesterday."
"You took two showers last night."
"And douched. My clittycat smells like springtime." She beams her pearly whites.
"Did I need to hear that?"
"Yes. You might want to eat me out later." Sheepishly spoken with a hopeful grin.
"Good point." He chuckles. 'Get beautiful. I say we leave your glasses out of the Senior pics. No pigtails, no ponytails. Hair long, red, and sexy. It's time you looked like a real Senior not a Freshman."
"I can do that. I wish Todd would have loaned me a sword so I could pose like Sansa or Red Sonja. I could send Dillon pics of what I might look like for Comic Con. Even if I am going as Black Widow now."
"Right! Nerd comic guy. I'll figure out a sword. Red Sonja? Man I haven't seen that movie in years."
"The comic book version is the only Red Sonja Daddy. Here!" She swiftly Googles Red Sonja showing off the warrior's chainmail bikini. "Cool huh?"
"That is indeed. I'm shocked Conan didn't tap that ass."
"She would have killed him for taking her virginity."
"She's a virgin? Come on that chick got raped ten times a day wearing that get up."
"Help me figure out a metal bikini while I shower."
"Aluminum foil and chewing gum."
"Seriously?"
"Quick and easy."
"Noooo!"
"GO ALREADY." He points toward her bathroom. She bounced away with a glorious butt cheek dance recital, pinning her silky red locks up into a tail, complimented with a shower cap, before getting soapy. As the water cascaded over her curves Lonnie slapped his face twice to break his trance before taking his leave of watching her. Paige pointing away from her with a grim glint in her eye helped in that decision.
Stepping out to the garage he took a lengthy look around for costume ideas. Not much would satisfy her needy imagination. Then it dawned on him where he might get a sword. It had been ages since talking about any of it with him, but their neighbor Gerry Benson, a war aficionado, collected weapons of all types. . Whether he had a broadsword remained to be seen. Lonnie's luck she would have to pose with a butter knife. Making a quick call to Gerry he found her weapon of choice. He had actually picked up a Conan the movie replica sword from a flea market a few years back. Asking him on ideas for the bikini he offered up a section of chainmail. The guy had it all covered. Who knew? Good thing she had no clue of Gerry's hobbies or yesterday he might have had to carry an arsenal into Medieval Times. Most likely they wouldn't have got the armaments through the door. Of course, Todd of the Round Table might have found a way.
Heading next door to gather up her arsenal Lonnie discovered just how invested Gerry Benson was. He had an entire basement full of antiquities, included a large oak table with a Civil War battle being waged by tiny hand painted armies. A second table with a Dungeons & Dragons motif caught his eye.
"I thought I knew you Gerry. This is certainly some mancave."
"I'm proud of it. Took me years. Thank goodness Wanita had no interest in these toys. When she divorced me I figured I'd lose it all. Greedy witch."
"Yeah she was always pretty bossy."
"Her new man saved my ass. Phil has money and luckily different hobbies. Country club kinda guy. Golf clubs over swords. Bet my nine irons can take his nine iron." Gerry chuckled.
"Swords look huge up there on the wall. I'm not even sure my kid can lift any of them." Lon takes a better look with both hands in his pockets. Gerry moving beside him points at the Conan special.
"That swords probably taller than she is."
"Would make for a funny pic though." Lon mused.
"So you're letting little Missy model for some guy you barely know?"
"Micky's a decent guy. Mid to late 50's. He has a photography gig out at the mall part time. Must be doing well for himself, supposedly he owns a big piece of countryside outside the city. Mostly going for the free graduation pics. I figure let her have some fun."
