Samantha nibbled on a French fry. She turned her eyes toward her date and blushed when she saw how him watching her. She smiled. "What is it?" she asked.
"Oh, nothing," the boy replied dreamily.
Samantha couldn't help but giggle.
It was late at night and they were both sitting in a booth at a retrofitted 50's style McDonald's. There was a tray of cheap food between them, but they barely touched it. They both shared a look and smiled at each other brightly. They were both still glowing from the dance, the highlight of their final semester of high school. Samantha's date was wearing a charming tuxedo. The trousers were a little too short, and he was relaxing with the jacket open and loose around his shoulders after the long night, but he still looked handsome in it. For her own part Samantha was wearing a billowing and pristine white ballroom dress that left her arms bare and shoulders exposed without sacrificing the least of her modesty. She looked like a princess.
Samantha giggled again when their hands met as they both reached for the fries. Her date insisted on feeding her fries to her out of his own hand. Samantha smiled, a little embarrassed by it all. It was a cute, silly little gesture, but it seemed like it could be questionable. She glanced at her father to see if he approved.
Dan, Samantha's father, had agreed to attend the dance as one of the parent chaperones, and he had been following his daughter and her date ever since they left. He was why they were sitting in a McDonald's, really: after-parties were a no-go on his watch.
He gave Samantha a little shrug. He was sitting on the opposite side of the booth, looking a bit bored. He rested his head on his hands and tried not to look like he was watching the two eighteen-year-olds. Considering that he was glancing at the boy every few seconds, it wasn't very convincing.
Still, Samantha didn't let it put her off. She'd had a great time. She felt like she'd been floating on a cloud ever since she got off the dance floor. Even sitting in a crappy restaurant seemed romantic. "I had such a good time tonight," she said after swallowing her date's offering, her voice breathless.
"I know," her date chuckled. He took her hand in his. It wasn't the first time she'd said it.
They sat holding hands in silence for a few minutes, just smiling at each other warmly. Samantha's cheeks were getting hot. Samantha glanced at her father and then gave her date a look. She bit her lip. Her date seemed to get the message. Feeling a little daring she raised his hand to her mouth and licked a few flecks of salt from her date's fingers. She was wet and she didn't care if he knew it.
Dan cleared his throat.
Samantha pulled back.
"Sweetie," Dan said, "it's been a long night, and I've been as vigilant as I could for you kids, but I think all that punch is finally getting to me." He eased out of his seat. "Won't you come give your father a hand?"
Samantha blanched. "Um, you mean... that? Like, right now?" She glanced at her date nervously as he raised an eyebrow at her.
"Of course," her father said.
"Um... you know it's n-not the best time now, right? We're kind of in the middle of a... date."
"I know," he said, "but I need you. And no offense to your date, but family comes first. You know that, sweetie."
Samantha bit her lip. She turned away from her date and cast her eyes to the floor. "Yes, daddy," she said with a deflating sigh.
Dan reached out a hand and helped his daughter to her feet. They took a few steps before Samantha turned back toward her date. He was staring at them with a puzzled look on his face.
"Um, I'm sorry, Ryan, but I need to do this... We'll be back in a few minutes, I promise."
With that father and daughter walked hand-in-hand across the restaurant.
They were heading toward the washrooms.
The washrooms were in a second, attached part of the restaurant that had been added decades ago, with smaller, simpler tables and a playpen for little kids. Samantha glanced around the room. She was glad to see that it was empty as her father ushered her into the men's room.
As soon as she stepped inside she was hit with the stale smell of urine and industrial cleansers that was becoming all too familiar to her. Puddles of water and scraps of toilet paper littered the dingy tile floor. One of the fluorescent lights was buzzing and flickering intermittently.
Dan led her across the room without a word. Samantha fought the urge to hunch over and check for feet in the stalls as she went by. She knew that even if there were someone inside, there was nothing she could do about it.
Samantha's pretty little dress shoes clacked against the ground as her father guided her down a row of urinals at the far end of the room. There was a little space between the last urinal and the corner. Dan took hold of Samantha's shoulders and turned her around, carefully placing her into position.
When he let her go, Samantha instinctively lowered herself onto her knees, pinning the bottom of her dressed down against the dirty floor. She looked up at her father with wide eyes, but he was already acting like she wasn't even there.
Dan unzipped his pants and dragged out his penis, letting it dangle right in front of his daughter's face. It quickly started to swell. He took the thing in his hand and gave it a little stroke before pointing the tip toward Samantha's forehead. He stood like that for a few moments. Samantha's breath came out raggedly through her nostrils as she waited, trying to keep as still as she could.
