Pandora sat in her father's study. Nervously she retied the ribbons around her pig tails and pulled her white socks up to her knees. She was in serious, deep shit and her stomach was knotting so tightly with nerves it was almost cramping. How could she have been so stupid? And why did she have to get caught day of one of the biggest parties of the year, her friend Jemima's eighteenth? Pandora was so looking forward to it. She looked at her Cartier watch and hoped that her father wasn't going to be long.
Just as her mind drifted off to all the fun she was going to have later that evening, the study door opened and slammed shut and immediately Pandora stiffened. Her father was a formidable figure, at the best of times, there was no two ways about that. However, Pandora was pretty confident she could win him over. She was after all, his little princess and pride and joy. She watched as he sat down at his desk and formed a steeple with his fingers. He didn't look at her at first, his hooded eyes seemed somehow fascinated with his own fingers before his interest in them seemed to suddenly break.
He looked at Pandora and she felt her heart flip as she saw the familiar tic in her father's temple that signaled he was furious. The last time Pandora had seen it was when her mother had been caught fucking his accountant. It had never been directed at her until now and Pandora felt a shiver down her spine.
"Why are you dressed in your old school uniform?" He asked and Pandora shifted uncomfortably in her seat,.
"Its Jemima's party Daddy and its a fancy dress, I thought I would go as a St Trininian."
Her father raised his eyebrows at her, "Really? Well, I think dressing like a juvenile is pretty apt don't you? Seeing as your mind and behaviour seems to have moved backwards instead of forwards."
Pandora looked at him and decided that her best plan of action was to take the insults and the bollocking and then work on bringing her father round.
"Whatever possessed you to steal money from me??" he asked, a frown knitting his brow.
"I didn't steal it from you," Pandora exclaimed. "I was just borrowing it out of my trust fund that's all."
Her father laughed sarcastically, "Only out of your trust fund? Your trust fund, which should not be touched until you are twenty one? Now I am aware that to certain extent its Jerry's fault for releasing it to you, however, no doubt there was quite a lot of persuasion on your part.
Pandora nodded. Although she was far from happy with her current situation, she had to admit her part in the corruption of Jerry, her father's new accountant. Pandora had felt slightly guilty at the time seeing as her mother had fucked the last one. Not that Pandora had actually fucked Jerry, she'd just insinuated to him that it was a distinct possibility if he kept releasing her money.
It had been so easy to get Jerry to release funds to her. The moment he started complimenting her on her ebony curls and eyes that he described as blue as the ocean, Pandora had seen pound signs right there and then. Shed started passing Jerry's office and then dropping by for a friendly chat, dressed strategically in short skirts and tight t shirts. Occasionally she had accidentally dropped her pen on the floor and bent over to show Jerry her pussy lips. The more money she wanted, the more she used her powers of persuasion until eventually she'd allowed Jerry to stroke her pussy as he wanked his cock. Pandora never let him enter his fingers. No-one had ever done that other than herself and she prided herself on the fact that she was still a virgin. She definitely wasn't going to give herself to any old Tom, Dick or Jerry.
"You have a weekly allowance of ten thousand pounds a week, plus all the other stuff you enjoy like a platinum credit card, a car and the ability to dine in the finest restaurant every day in the week if you like and that's all thanks to me and this is how you repay me?"
Pandora looked down at her hands in her lap and felt her eyes brim with tears. Despite the fact that she could be naughty and rebellious, she sincerely didn't like upsetting her father.
"What the fuck did you manage to spend two hundred and fifty thousand pounds on in two fucking months?" He banged his hands on the desk, causing Pandora to jump.
"I don't know," Pandora replied in a small voice, knowing that was probably the most stupid reply she could have given.
"You don't know?" By now her father's face was puce red. "Do not take the piss out of me further Pandora, your purse didn't just take itself out on a fucking shopping spree did it?"
Pandora shook her head. This was as bad a situation as she could ever imagine but she needed to summon up the strength to tell her father what she'd been doing. She said a silent prayer and took a deep breath.
"I spent it in the Platinum Palace."
Her father frowned before his mind registered the place she was referring to.
"You mean the casino?" His voice smacked of incredulity, "You gambled my money away?"
Pandora nodded, "I didn't mean to lose it all obviously and I was winning at first but then I started losing and every time I lost I thought I'd get more money to win again and pay it back and then I would stop but it never happened."
Her father remained silent as he digested everything she'd told him. The longer he was silent the more nervous Pandora became until she felt like she really going to pee in her knickers right then and there.
"Every dumb fuck knows that you win at first gambling that's how they reel the retards in. You know I hate anything like that. So on top of stealing you decided to blow it in a casino! I would rather hear that you're a slut like your mother and had spent it on a whole host of gigolos; at least you would have been getting a good fuck out of it."
He rubbed his chin in agitation, "I can't let you get away with this Pandora, I really cant. You need to pay me that money back."
"Daddy, how can I pay you back when you know I don't work? Do you mean pay it back over the period of my whole life time?" Pandora asked, the thought making her feel hopeful.
