Brittany had grown up resenting her father, the man who had abandoned her and her mother when she was only a baby. She couldn't understand a man like him - somebody who would leave the two most important people in his life without so much as an explanation. Even the mention of "Father's Day" made her skin crawl, she hated him with every fiber of her being.
When she was old enough, her mom sat her down to explain the truth to her.
Damian, her father, was a womanizer. Although they had an amazing time together, their relationship was a fleeting moment and they were never in love. When she had told Damian she was pregnant, he was adamant she "get rid of it" - and when she refused, he had left her and never returned.
The story had made Brittany even more upset. The idea that her own father hadn't wanted her, even before she was born. She was furious, but she had something to work with. She had heard her mom use her dad's last name before, but never his first name. She had immediately hopped onto Facebook and done some snooping.
It didn't take long to find him, Damian L, lived in New York City and appeared to live a life has a fairly successful business man.
Brittany scoured the internet, finding as much information as she could on this man. She discovered several blog posts by a woman in Chicago - he had impregnated and left her, too. She also found a few Business articles about him, a millionaire. A business genius. He was well regarded in his industry as one of the best and was certainly raking in the cash.
Brittany hated him more and more with every word that she read.
Finally, she stumbled upon the social media page for a bar in New York. She noticed that the bar posted a picture every night of how busy it was and every Friday without fail, she saw Damian L in the photo. Either at the bar drinking alone, or chatting up some random young woman. It was finally enough information for Brittany to work with.
She booked the next flight to New York and once she was there, she traveled to the bar that her dad frequented. She booked a nearby motel, a cheap place. Good enough for her to stay in for the few days that this would take. It was Friday, so she had little time to prepare.
She got dressed up for the occasion, putting on a tight black dress which showed off her 18-year-old figure. She got all prettied up for the occasion, putting on more makeup than she normally would wear, because she had a plan. She wanted to humiliate the man - have him flirt with his own daughter before laughing in his face. She even wore a push-up bra for the occasion, with matching lacy thong.
Her blonde hair hung loose and curly on her pale white shoulders, the straps of the dress thing. Her teenage cleavage pushed up and exposed in a way that she wasn't used to. Brittany was finally read, she plucked up all of the courage she needed, before stepping out into the cool evening air and walking the brief distance to the bar.
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The bar stank. It was sticky, dark and filled with old and scary looking men. Most stared at her as she crossed the room to the bar itself, where a middle-aged bearded man stood. He was huge, with arms as big as her head and covered in tattoos.
"What can I get for ya?" he asked as he leaned on the bar.
"A cosmo-" she began, before glancing at the liquor collection behind the man, all he seemed to have in stock was cheap vodka and whisky, "a beer, please." she said, shining her pearly-whites at him.
