~This story contains graphic non consensual sex, NOT RELUCTANCE, if this offends you; please do not read any further. It's also a bit on the long side, but I hope someone enjoys it!~
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"I just have a few things that I need to finish at the office, it'll only take about an hour, and then I promise we can go wherever you want for dinner." My father stated as I climbed into his beat-up 1970's Oldsmobile. His haggard face barely glanced at my disappointed one before pulling out of the high school parking spot he had acquired.
"But dad, we're supposed to be celebrating my 18th today! Work was the reason you couldn't do it on my actual birthday last week, you never stop working." Angrily, I thumped against the seat and crossed my arms over my chest in a pout. Even though I refused to look at him, I could tell by the desperate sigh he made the exact facial expression he had.
"Sophie, please understand..." His voice came out as almost a whisper. "We really need the money, with you going to such a big school in the fall and all of your mother's hospital bills, and then Mikey had to go and hit that damn tree; I need to work as much as I can!"
"Whatever." I replied as stonily as I could manage. Tears welled up in my eyes and I fought them back with everything I had. "Only an hour."
"Only an hour, and then we'll go wherever you want to, I promise." His right hand left the steering wheel momentarily to squeeze my shoulder compassionately. "Now, tell me how volleyball practice went."
Sighing, I realized the anger I felt initially fade away and I started to excitedly tell my father how the practice went and how I strongly felt a scholarship coming for my volleyball playing. "They had some scouts there today, and I really think I impressed them. I know I'm already accepted into Stanford, but this could really help."
"That's great, honey." A small smile lit up his worn face momentarily. The smile drifted away as we slid into the parking lot for the nearby accounting firm building. "Oh great. The boss's son is here." My dad muttered under his breath as he drifted past the filled parking spot clearly labeled with his name.
"Does he steal your parking spot often?" I undid my seat belt and turned in my seat to glare at the expensive car taking up my father's space.
"Almost every time he comes by. He's not even out of college yet and his father is training him to take over the company." My dad's lips pursed as he pulled into one of the many empty parking spaces. "You might know him come to think of it; he graduated two or three years ago. His name's Irvin Smith."
Immediately my mind drifted to a time in my freshman year when a disgusting senior took the empty seat next to me on a bench outside of the school. His hair hung in strings around his pudgy face, and his large hand found itself on my exposed thigh. "I like your shorts." He had remarked with a smirk, his sweaty palm still gripping my leg as his eyes ran over my volleyball uniform. I had suddenly noticed the group of other seniors gathered round behind the bench, chuckling to themselves. Terrified, I swatted his hand away and told him to leave me alone before lurching out of my seat and running away. I could hear their laughs fade away as I ran. Later, I had pointed him out to a friend of mine and been told that it was none other than the well-known perverted Irvin Smith.
"I don't think so... that name sounds familiar, but he graduated too long ago, I doubt I know him." I lied, subconsciously smoothing the ponytail that held my straight dark hair.
"Oh well. Anyway, we just got two new vending machines in the lobby. You can hang out there while I finish my work, I'd just bore you anyways." My dad reached behind his seat to grab the suitcase secured there and got out of the car. I followed, slinging my backpack over one shoulder as I followed him in.
The office was as I remembered it from childhood 'Take Your Daughter to Work' days. Once entering the large glass doors, a modern lobby greeted the visitor with marble floors, high ceilings and triangular sky lights to bring in the outdoors. Immediately after entering, one would be confronted with a white, round solid surface material desk that usually housed the secretaries on duty, it being after hours however, this post was empty. Along the walls on two sides of the desk there were numerous white couches and chairs all facing the far wall to accent the ever prominent waterfall cascading from the ceiling above. Beyond this waterfall lay the entrance to the actual heart of the building; offices, elevators, bathrooms and long corridors to accompany the many needs of this accounting firm. Through the waterfall I could also see the glow of the two promised vending machines.
"Make yourself comfortable, I'll just be an hour. I promise!" Dad fiddled with his bare wallet as he produced a few loose ones to me before rushing off to the nearest elevator.
I watched him disappear, and then found a seat on one of the white couches. I dug through my backpack for a textbook and a binder, having decided that I was going to catch up on some homework while I was here.
Half an hour passed and I realized I was finished with everything I could possibly do without a computer. Glancing around I noticed the little doorway for the round desk was slightly ajar, and I considered using the computer in there, but quickly decided against it. It was probably protected with some sort of password anyway. Bored, I pulled out my cell phone to see that I had received no new messages. Not much of a surprise considering I was newly single, and all of my friends new I would be hanging out with my father this afternoon.
I propped my feet up on the glass coffee table before the couch I sat on, and started a new game of solitaire on my phone. After about fifteen minutes of that, however, I had had enough. So I stood and started walking around the room, checking out little details. Once confronted with the mirror wall that held the bathroom doors, I critically examined my appearance. I had often been told that I looked like a young Jordana Brewster or Victoria Justice, with my black hair, dark eyes and highly accented cheek bones. And of course, the extremely thin frame. Too thin, I personally thought. Although, I had to admit that my B-cup breasts looked even bigger compared to my slim body. After the traumatizing break up I had recently gone through, I decided to drastically change my appearance by getting bangs. Although still getting used to the look, I had gotten many compliments. My volleyball uniform that I wore consisted of black knee pads, black compression shorts that made my legs look like twigs, and a navy blue school jersey that completely hid any curve my body had. Scowling at my appearance, I turned my back to the mirror.
"Well well... what do we have here?" A voice came from directly behind me. Turning back I saw the men's bathroom door close as Irvin Smith came through it, buttoning his pants as he did. "You look vaguely familiar." His smile took up 80% of his face.
He had lost some weight, although still rather bulky in size. His once greasy hair was now greased back so much that it looked solid. Instead of acne, his face was now covered with vibrant acne scarring. His teeth were perfect, though. They matched the white of his button down shirt and seemed to almost reflect. "Ah yes, I believe we went to school together. You must be Steve's daughter. I thought I went to school with his daughter. I've seen the pictures of you in his office, but you look even finer in person."
I glanced nervously at the clock on the wall above the vending machines and realized graciously that my father would only be about ten more minutes. "I don't remember you." I tried to smile politely.
