The First Visit

The raindrops turned into a thousand little stars on my window as we passed under streetlights. I stared past them, as many questions in my mind as there were twinkling spots of light on my window. What if I mess up? What if I say something wrong? Or do something wrong? What if they don't like me? What if I embarrass Daddy?

"What if I embarrass you, Daddy?" this time out loud, but I'm still staring into the night.

"Baby girl, you won't embarrass me." His voice is steady and calm. I turn to look at him. His eyes are straight ahead. He's relaxed and confident. Geez! It's like he never gets rattled.

I give a quick rub of my palms against the fabric of my overcoat and fan my hands to dry them. I try to concentrate on breathing: slowly in through the nose, slow and steady out through the mouth.

"What if they can tell I'm inexperienced and I do something stupid and they think I'm naïve? What if I'm not pretty enough? What if they think I'm hideous? What if my cellulite disgusts them? What if they hate me?" All my insecurities and anxieties are swirling in my head and tumbling out of my mouth as we roll to a stop for a red light.

This time Daddy turns his shoulders when he faces me. Even in the low light, I can see that his face is stern, his eyes sharp. Uh-oh. "That's my Baby Girl you're talking about. Don't EVER put down my Baby Girl." The message is clear: Don't talk bad about his Baby Girl. Even if you are said Baby Girl.

"Ok, Daddy. I'm sorry."

His mouth quirks into a smile. "You look amazing, Baby Girl. Every bit of you is perfect. Stop worrying. I've got you."

Daddy's got you. Stop worrying. You look fine. Remember, Daddy picked out this outfit. He knows it's the right thing to wear to the club. He will be right beside you. He will answer your questions. You asked him to bring you, remember? Relax. Daddy's got this.

Daddy parks and opens my door for me. He offers his hand as I step out. I smooth my overcoat. With my coat buttoned, you'd have no idea there is very little underneath. Daddy explained that most people change when they get to the club, but this time, since it's my first time, we added this little secret twist. Daddy chose some strappy and lacey lingerie, thigh-high stockings, and heels. As we walk to the door, the cool breeze dances around my legs and up under my coat. We pass and greet other club-goers. I get a tingle of excitement, after all, I'm nearly naked under this overcoat.

We enter the lobby and check in. Then over to coat check. I'm giddy as Daddy slides my coat off my shoulders and passes it over to the clerk. The cool air on my flushed skin gives me chills. The thin fabric of the babydoll nighty flutters and tickles against my thighs. I give a little shiver. My tits get hard against the material keeping them contained. Is it the chill? Maybe it's the anticipation. Daddy takes my hand and places it in the crook of his arm. We walk toward the main room but stop just before we enter. Daddy turns to face me.

"I almost forgot. Give me your panties, Baby Girl."

A small gasp escapes my lips. "Daddy?" I quickly glance around and am relieved to see we are alone in this inner lobby area.

He steps closer, "I want your panties. Give them to me."

"But..." Suddenly all my insecurities flood back. My panties?! But, my pussy will be on display. Everyone who wants to see it will. I feel my cheeks get hot. "Daddy..." I whisper. My insides are fluttering and my stomach is knots. I'm sure my fears are written all over my face.

A couple walks by to enter the main room. Daddy nods a greeting to them.

Daddy slips his hands to either side of my waist, pulls me to him, and puts his mouth close to my ear. "Baby Girl, don't be shy," his voice is low, not quite a whisper. The warm breath against my skin and Daddy's voice caressing my ear wreaks havoc on my defenses.

But I'm stubborn. "Daddy", my voice is soft, "can I just keep them for a few minutes? I'll give them to you. I promise! Just let me have them for a few minutes... until I get a little comfortable. Please?" I try to bargain my way into keeping my panties. I even do the cute Baby Girl eyes.

Daddy's left hand moves abruptly to my neck. His fingers curl around the side, his thumb and forefinger firmly on my jaw. His face is close to mine. "Give. Me. Your. Panties. I'm not asking. I'm not negotiating. Give them to me now." His voice is steady and firm. Not angry, but somehow forceful. It makes me melt. Every. Time.

I sigh. That's the final word on that. "Ok" I concede.

"Ok, WHAT?"

Shit! I always forget! But it's his fault. He can't be grabbing me like that and talking like that and expect me to keep my head! "Ok, Daddy. I will give you my panties."

He releases me and I bend to step out of my panties. I hand them over. Daddy holds them in front of me. "This tiny triangle of fabric? You really will argue over anything" He has a mischievous smile. I give a small giggle. He's right. What did I expect to hide behind that? Daddy sticks my panties in his pocket. "Baby Girl", his voice is soft, "I got you. Just trust me."

"I'm sorry, Daddy. I'm so nervous."

"I'm not. I didn't bring my tall, beautiful, blonde Baby Girl to this place to watch her wilt. Take a breath and stand tall. I want everyone to envy those legs. That will be all they see, until you smile, of course."

I giggle and roll my eyes. "Are you getting mushy on me, Daddy?" I tease.

I get a quick smack on the ass. "Let's go, Baby. You've kept me waiting long enough."

He takes my hand and places it in the crook of his arm. I straighten my back and take a slow breath. I sneak a quick look at Daddy and find his eyes on me. "My God, you are breath-taking. Thank you for letting me be the one to bring you here." He seals his words with a quick kiss to my temple. It's enough to make me feel like I can conquer the world. Damn, he's good.

I'm sure my smile is as wide as my face. "Thank you for bringing me, Daddy. And, uh, you're not so bad yourself, Handsome" I tease and give him a wink. He rolls his eyes and guides me into the main room.