"Daddy? Are you here?" Nikki called out as she entered the hotel suite. "DADDY?"
She looked around, sure that he had known she'd be showing up around that time. Then again, he had told her to pick up a key at the desk and let herself in, so maybe he was out.
There was a bottle of champagne chilling in a bucket of ice on the table. Next to it, a large vase with a huge bouquet of flowers. Red and white roses, at least two dozen of each. Attached to the roses was a small card with her name on it, she took it and read it.
"Nikki- Take off ALL your clothes. Immediately. Leave them all on the floor right here. Then go to the bedroom."
She did as she was instructed, kicking off her shoes, sliding off her pants and pulling her shirt off over her head. Standing there in her little black bra and panties, she suddenly felt very vulnerable. A strange place, a hotel room no less, and that uncomfortable feeling of being watched you sometimes get in hotels. She hesitated then removed her delicate undergarments and half attempted to cover her nudity with her hands.
She turned and caught sight of herself in the fancy mirror on the wall. After staring at herself for a few seconds she lowered her hands to take in the whole picture. She worked out pretty regularly and often went on walks or long hikes. She was in pretty good shape but she always saw a slightly "chunky" girl looking back at her from mirrors. Always fighting that elusive "last 10 pounds." She could hear Daddy's words in her head, 'You're crazy, Nikki! You're beautiful. Every little curve you have just makes me more hungry for you.' She stepped a bit closer to the mirror and looked at her long dark hair, fussing with errant strands. She messed with it a bit more, never being quite happy with how it looked. She grumbled in dissatisfied frustration and mussed up her hair with both hands.
Picking up the notecard from the table beside the flowers, she entered the fancy bedroom. She paused to look around a moment and wondered how much her "Daddy" was spending on their weekend away together. The room must have cost a fortune and Daddy was by no means rich, but he did like to spoil her when he could. She looked back to the instructions.
"There's a blindfold under the pillow. Put it on. Tight. Climb up onto the foot of the bed, put your head down and your ass in the air. Stay like that until told to move. Do not touch your pussy. Do not speak until given permission. - Daddy"
Doing as she was told, she donned the silky blindfold and climbed up onto end of the huge bed. The thick, downy bedspread beneath her greeted her like a friendly cloud. Curiosity and anticipation began to excite her. She knew, if she was allowed to touch it, she would find her pussy already getting wet. But Daddy said not too. She cupped and fondled her full breasts, pulling lightly on her rosy pink nipples. Daddy hadn't said she couldn't touch those. She stayed there, head down, hands molesting her own chest, and Daddy's favorite butt up in the air for what felt like a long time. It was hard to tell, it could have been two minutes or ten.
Her mind wandered through the possibilities of what Daddy might be planning to do with her. She suddenly jumped at a noise in the other room. What was it? It could have been the door. Maybe. Something else? The door closed. DEFINATELY the sound of the door. The clank and rattle of the extra locks. Nikki almost called out, but caught herself. 'Do not speak until given permission,' it had said. She could hear Daddy...it HAD to be daddy, right?...moving around in the outer room. But if it was him why hadn't he come to her yet? Why hadn't he spoken?
There was a sudden THUD. She jumped but stayed in her position. It sounded like something heavy was dropped on the floor or maybe one of the stools from the bar was tipped over. Her mind was starting to race. It HAD to be Daddy. Who else could it be? But if it was him why hasn't he said anything? Heavy footsteps came closer, then were suddenly in the room with her. They stopped and she heard a quick gasp. Like whoever they were, they were surprised to see her there. Like that. But Daddy told her to wait for him like this, why would he be surprised.
Her mind raced. It could be someone from housekeeping. Or maintenance. Oh GOD, how would this look to a stranger? With the loud thoughts racing through her head she hadn't heard the footsteps moving closer. She gasped, unprepared to feel a large hand cup her little pussy and rub it roughly. A moan escaped her, she couldn't NOT respond to the sensation. A thick finger thrust suddenly into her and she gasped. What if it WASN'T Daddy? The thrill of mystery was starting to be replaced with genuine fear.
"Daddy?" She asked shyly.
