Lola was saying her nighttime prayers when she heard her father call her name. She stood up and walked downstairs. She could see light coming from his office. "What's up?" she asked as she rounded the corner.
Then she stopped in her tracks. There was a man sitting in her father's office. The man raised an eyebrow at her and smiled, taking in her long legs and short nightgown.
"Oh," she said, crossing one arm around herself. "I'm sorry, I didn't realize we had a guest. Let me go change."
Her father dismissed that notion with his hand. "No, no. Lola, this is my business associate, Mr. Fisher. I was just telling him all about you."
"N-nice to meet you, Sir." The man smiled wryly, his eyes roaming up and down the young lady's body. She felt her nipples harden, and she blushed. Surely her pointed nipples would show through her nightgown. Lola fidgeted nervously.
Her father cleared his throat. "Say, Lola, why don't you go and sit on Mr. Fisher's lap."
Lola laughed. "What?"
"I'm serious. Why don't you go sit on Mr. Fisher's lap." Lola saw Mr. Fisher lick his lips. He looked almost... hungry. The man patted his lap.
"But I-"
"Do as I say, sweetie." Her father ordered in a firm, no-nonsense tone. He gave her a look. It surprised her, and she decided she had best follow his strange orders.
She walked over to Mr. Fisher and tentatively sat down on his lap. Mr. Fisher made himself right at home with her, wrapping one arm around her waist and putting the other on her knee. "Atta girl," Mr. Fisher drawled. Lola was confused by his acts of familiarity. Had she met this man before and forgotten?
While she sat there, the man and her father began talking about the merger. Something about acquisitions and legal fees. As they spoke, Mr. Fisher's hand travelled slowly up Lola's leg, dragging her nightgown with it. Lola let out a nervous giggle and put her hand down to stop him. Mr. Fisher was undeterred, sliding his hand up her thigh even further.
"Umm.... Daddy?" Lola squeaked.
Her father stood up and walked toward them. "Shh-shh-shh-shh," he soothed. "Be a good girl, now." He stood behind her, his hands on her shoulders. "You'll like this, Baby Girl, I promise. Just relax." He reached down around her and started stroking her breasts.
"Wha- Daddy!" Lola exclaimed. She raised her hands protectively over her chest. Her father pushed them away, tender but strong. Firm.
"Shhhh." He began stroking her breasts again gently. "Listen, Daddy needs this merger to go through. It's how we're going to pay for your college this fall! And Mr. Fisher is going to help with that."
"But-"
"This is important, Princess. It's time to listen to Daddy. He knows what's best. Just relax and you'll enjoy this, ok, Honey?" He continued softly petting her breasts.
"...Um...."
"Look, I've been bragging about my daughter to my associate here. How beautiful you are, how devoted. And I want Mr. Fisher to see what I'm talking about. Ok?"
Lola nodded.
"Now... it's time to let him have a turn."
Mr. Fisher laughed. Lola's eyes were wide as Mr. Fisher lifted his hands from her legs and cupped her small breasts. Her stomach dropped and her nipples stood at attention. She felt funny.
Her father comfortingly stroked her hair while Mr. Fisher fondled Lola's boobs.
Daddy whispered, "Ahh, that's my good girl."
Mr. Fisher said, "Damn, she's so pretty."
"I know. Wait till you see this." Her father reached down and knocked the sleeves of Lola's nightgown over her shoulders. Her nightie fell down to her stomach, revealing her tits.
Instinctively, Lola deflected backwards, her body hitting her father standing behind her. Her father propped her up against himself, and held her tight while Mr. Fisher's hands squeezed and pet her bare tits.
It felt... it felt... confusing.
Mr. Fisher laughed again and whistled. "Daaaamn." His gruff fingers traced over her smooth skin. Even though she didn't want to, Lola felt a burning sensation between her legs. Her cheeks flushed crimson. It felt so wrong, but so good at the same time. She tried to trust her Daddy. He always knew best.
"Sweetheart, why don't you face Mr. Fisher, like this," her father said. He swung her leg around so that she was straddling Mr. Fisher, one leg on either side of him. It reminded her of when she was a child and would spider-swing with someone else one the swing set. Her legs were open wide, her thin panties the only barrier between her and this man. She was glad there was still fabric so he couldn't see all her private parts.
Mr. Fisher smiled. "Well aren't you just delicious," he said, looking down at her panties. Lola's cheeks burned even brighter. She felt a bulge in Mr. Fisher's pants, pressing up underneath her. It felt huge. Luckily his pants were blocking it from touching her fully.
Her daddy stepped away and for a minute to get something at his desk. Mr. Fisher fondled her tits some more, casually playing with them. She could feel his heavy breath on them.
"If I'd have known..." Mr. Fisher trailed off. He leaned down and licked her right tit. Lola gasped.
"Um, M-M-Mr. Fisher..."
Her father returned and handed his associate a pair of scissors. "Do we have a deal?" He asked his associate.
Mr. Fisher grinned from ear to ear. "You bet." He took the scissors and looked down to Lola's underwear.
Oh, no.