Pleasing Amber

(Hey readers! Welcome to a new story. This one is gonna be a long one. Compared to my other stories, under both names, "Sungmehetu and Stevenboi" This will be quite mild and romantic. Slow burn, but has some controversy. This will read more like a novella than a porn wank story. This chapter is the setup.

I want to assure you readers that I'm invested in this one. So you should have a second chapter soon. And yes it will get hotter as it progresses!

"Sissy CH 2" is almost done as well. Also started a brand new story from the "Judge Ordered Slavery" series. Kinda the next generation of boi slaves. It will be set on the same farm as "Farm Boi Life" was set. Let me know if that is something you want to see in the comments.

Last...I'm trying hard to finish the series "Unlikely Breeder", with a happy ending. That is on the back burner. The stories get added to, when I'm in the mood to add to them.

Thanks to the Editors, Moderators and Admins of Lit. But HUGE thanks to those that read my stuff. Be well!)

PLEASING AMBER

"Brad, there's a table that is saying that their food is under-cooked, and they want to talk to you." My waitress Darla informed me.

"Is it the pineapple people again?" I asked. It was Friday night and I knew they were in my pizzeria.

"Yup!" Darla smiled. "You going to finally tell them we are cutting them off?" She asked.

"We'll see how it goes. Looks like Heather just seated another table for you. I'll take care of the pineapple posse."

"Thanks Brad." I watched her walk toward the newly seated family. I could not help but stare at her perfect ass. I wanted to bury my face in it and lick her holiest of holes. Her hips were wide and ass so large on her frame.

The Pineapple Posse was a family of five that always asked for double pineapple on their thick crust pizza. They didn't want to pay for 6 times the pineapple, but that is actually what they wanted. I had informed my cooks two weeks prior to cover their pizza's in pineapple, and I only charged for double. Pineapple has a ton of water in it. Even cooking the pizza 50% longer would make the thick crust soggy. I explained that to them last week.

They wanted it for free...again.

Nope!

"Hello again!" I walked up with my best customer service face and voice. I held a smile.

"This crust is mushy and soggy!" The very large wife said.

"Yes, I'll bet it is. When you place nearly a quart of water filled fruit on a already doughy crust that tends to happen. So here is what I'm going to do for you. I'm going to solve all of the issues we've had over the last eight weeks!"

The wife grinned in victory.

"I'm going to ask you to leave and never come back, or even call for delivery, nor pickup! As EVERY TIME you have come here, we have not been able to make your food to your specifications. I have come to the conclusion that we simply are not the pizza place for you. Please try some of our competitors. They might be able to please you better than we can. I'll bring boxes for your food so you can take it home. No charge tonight, it's on me. Good bye!"

I walked back into the kitchen, getting high fives from the six cooks I had on duty. The waitstaff hugged me. I had inherited this family from the former manager, who just kissed their pineapple loving asses. So it was beyond the eight weeks I had been at this location, that they had been eating for free.

"I will mark their account in the computer. If or when they call, just read what I have typed into the 'notes' box. Jeff, the store is yours, see you all tomorrow!" I said as I put the notes onto their account.

I clocked out and drove to my small home. My cat Slick greeted me at the door.

I had opened my first beer when my phone rang.

"Hey daddy." It was Amber, my middle daughter. I had received an email from her the week before. She'd been looking for me online. I hadn't seen or spoken to her since she was six. Now she was eighteen and wanting to escape from the bitch that I divorced 12 years ago.

"Amber thanks for calling! Perfect timing too, I just got home." I smiled. It was so great to catch up with her over email the last week. We wrote novels sized emails to each other. She finally was brave enough to call.

"You told me your schedule in the email on Wednesday, I just had to figure out the time difference. It's midnight here, I knew you'd be home by 9pm." She seemed uncomfortable talking.

"It's great to hear you Princess." I said.

She started crying.

"I missed you calling me that!" She sobbed.

"I just miss you Amber. I've missed you since the moment your mother attacked me with that knife. When I touch the scars, I can only see you and Dawn crying and telling your mother to 'stop!'" I said somberly.

"She's still not right in the head. Even with the meds. Dawn keeps her in line though, well mostly. They both hate me because I kept my weight down. Mom is almost 300 pounds and I think Dawn is trying to race her to 400. I look like mom did when you got married." She sniffed.

"Yikes! What happened?" I asked.

"The meds made mom all lazy. Dawn picked up her habits. I do everything around here! Daddy can I come live with you?" She pleaded.

"Dawn can come too, you are both welcome!" I said happily.

"Dawn hates you, she thinks you tried to stab mom. Which is strange, as we were both there. Mom has twisted her memory of that night. Mom is still pissed about the 2 whole years in jail. She should have gotten 15!"

"Yeah, and your grandmother getting custody pissed me off princess.." I added.

"So, can you buy me a ticket to you?" She asked softly.

"Hon, don't you want to bring your things? I can take 10 days off and get a truck. I'll drive out to Wheeling." I asked.

"Daddy, I only need some clothes. I want to leave now. I have enough for a taxi to the airport, but not enough for a plane ticket. Please daddy, I'll get a job, I'll help around the house, whatever you want, I'll do!" She sounded scared. That unnerved me. I knew my ex was unstable, and if she found out Amber was bailing on her. That fan would have fallen off the desk when that amount of shit hit it.

"I'm on the computer. Hang on Princess."

I looked for flights from her nearest airport, to Eugene Oregon. I'd pick her up there. It was very expensive last minute. But it was my daughter. I do anything for my children...other than stay with a knife wielding crazy person.

"Start packing and call the cab to be there at 1:30am. You'll be here 4 hours later. I'll meet you in the airport." I said sternly. I didn't want her to be late.

"Okay Daddy! I'm packing!" She said excitedly.

"Princess let me call you back I have to tell my assistant that I can't come in tomorrow. I'll call back in 5 minutes okay?"

"Promise...if mom wakes up..."

"I promise princess. Pack! Remember your drivers license, birth certificate, and social security card. 5 minutes. I promise." I reassured.

"Bye!" She said. I could hear her pulling things from drawers as she disconnected.

I was going to see my sweet Amber again! I wanted to cry from happiness. It would have to wait.

I called my lead assistant at home.

"Bradley Atkins, I'm with my fiancee, make this quick" Julie whispered.

"Need you to cover my 11-8 tomorrow. My daughter is moving to Oregon. I have to pick her up in 5 hours, and there is no way I'm leaving her here alone for a whole day." I explained.

"Sorry Rick, I have to take this, it's work." I heard her say to her fiancee. "Lyla lives in Salem, so..."

"Amber is escaping." I said.

"One week of emails and she wants her daddy back...Awww!" She giggled a bit.

"Can you?" I asked.

"Yeah, not a problem. I owe you anyway. But it will all be overtime." She added.

"I'll deal with that. My boss will understand when I tell her." I said. I had taken this job to supplement the cab company, waiting for my novels to get off the ground. Now that two of them had. I really didn't need to do this anymore. But I loved the crew...so.

"Cool. Good luck Brad!"

"Night Julia."

I frantically cleaned the house for an hour and then laid down for a nap. As I was falling asleep my phone chimed.

"Boarding the plane, see you soon!" Amber texted.

I tried to sleep, but my mind was going a million miles an hour. It was pointless. After an hour I got up and cleaned some more. I didn't want Amber to think that her father was a filthy bachelor. When I was finally satisfied with how the house looked, I made a pot of coffee, and sat down to watch all of the baseball highlights from the day before.

The airport was nearly empty. I had forty minutes in the car to come up with things to say to Amber on my way to Eugene from Corvallis.

What I ended up saying was a bit um, inappropriate.

"Oh my gawd Amber you are drop dead beautiful!" I picked her up in a hug, kissing her cheek repeatedly.

"Jeez Daddy! I missed you too, can you put me down?" She giggled.

I did ask she asked, and just drank in the sight of her. Five foot, two inches, with flowing wavy red hair down past her shoulder blades and breasts. Freckles dotted her nose and forehead. She had amazing looking lips, and a smile that light up a room. She had her mother's build, C cups, and a large and perfect ass. Her thick thighs and wide hips had me flabbergasted. She was about 140 pounds, and wore it perfectly. Her green eyes could pierce the night.

I wanted to slap myself for ogling her this way. Thankfully she didn't notice, she had started walking.

"I have two suitcases, they should be coming out soon." She said as we walked to the luggage carousels. She stared at the emptiness of the one from her flight then turned and kissed me on the lips, for a bit longer than normal for family.

"You're pretty fine yourself Daddy." She said in a whisper. "My first kiss, and it was from the most handsome man I know!" She smiled wide.

"Princess, that doesn't count. I'm your dad." I held her in my arms.

"I'm counting it. You are still a man and a sexy one at that!" She said squeezing me tighter.

"Slow down honey. I know you must be exhausted, and if I didn't know better, I would say drunk!" I laughed. She broke the hug and stepped back.

"Then you must be too, cause of what you said!" She put her hands on her hips.

"How about we say that we both a bit shocked at how the other looked and leave it at that?" I asked.

"Nah, I'm drop dead beautiful, and you are a sexy DILF. Let's not lie to ourselves or each other Daddy," She stated plainly. "Oh here come the bags."

On the way home I told her about her little sister, and how things ended with Lyla's mom cheating on me with two of my best friends. She told me about how her mom drove the train that managed to get Dawn off the rails too. How she hated doing all the chores, not because of the work, but because they were never grateful.

"Like I told you, I normally work 10-8 or 11-8 depending on the day. I'll make dinner when I get home, so you'll have to feed yourself lunch. I'm glad that you learned how to cook." I explained.

"You don't remember do you?" She said looking at me.

"Remember what?"

"You taught me how to cook! You promised that after I turned 5, that I could help you in the kitchen. I listened to every word you said when I was helping you." She smiled at me. "You taught me most of the things I know how to make, I picked up some other recipes myself. Without you setting the foundation, I would burn water like Dawn!"

She imitated my voice as best as she could. "Now Princess, someday you will find a handsome prince, and unlike me, he may not know how to cook. So I am going to teach you all of grandma's recipes, including the ones I made better!" She adjusted her voice. "I'll never forget that Daddy."

"Well, I'm glad you remembered. I have a lot more to teach you. Like how to run businesses. This pizza job is a favor to a friend of mine. I own a cab company, so you are going to see people coming to the house all the time. My drivers have to drop off their lease fees, and hand me their log sheets." I started to explain.

"Wait, you own a cab company? Are you rich Daddy?" She asked, eyes wide.

"I have some money dear, but I would not call myself 'rich'."

"So can I just stay home and take care of you, or do you need me to work?" She was fidgeting with her hair. That is a flirtation response. I knew that from college psychology. I looked at her hard. She looked enamored with me.

"Take your time settling in sweetheart. You'll want to move out probably sooner than later. So getting a job down the road might be a good idea. I'd even hire you, if you want. Cabbies make good money here. About 60-80k a year." I offered.

"Why would I ever want to move out?" She asked genuinely.

"Because I have a two bedroom house, and one bedroom is storing 'Beast'. I love my couch, as it is real comfy. But you can't have my bed forever Princess!"

"Dad why does a drum set have a room to itself? Don't you have a shed or a closet to put it in?" She asked.

"You never watched the video did you?" I asked. I had sent her a Youtube video from my channel from my band's 2016 tour.

"It was two hours long!"

"Load that video on your phone. Blue tooth the sound through the car. You will understand why my kit is named "Beast".

I turned up the volume and waited.

The opening number was a cover of "Master of Puppets" by Metallica. She jumped at the first notes while I head banged while driving.

I turned the volume down.

"I can barely see you unless you stand up, it goes all the way around you!" She commented.

"Yeah hard to get out during our breaks to have a cig." I chuckled.

"I get why Beast has her own room. Do you play it in there?" She asked.

"NOOO! That room is far too small to set her up. Hell she wouldn't even fit in the living room! Not with my desk, the entertainment center, and your computer desk." I said.

"I didn't bring my computer." Amber moaned.

"I setup my old one. I factory reset it, so you can fix it up how you like. You can see the TV just fine from the desk, just like me." I said. She reached over and kissed my cheek.

"How small is your house?"

"It's a single wide trailer." I answered.

"You have money why would you live in such a small place?" She asked a good question.

"It's cheap. I own it, but pay land rent. Plus, Slick and I are comfortable there. Like I said, you'll want to move out soon." I summed up.

"Doubtful. Is Slick friendly?" She asked.

"As long as when you come home from work, let him join you when you change clothes. He'll want to hear about your day, and he will tell you about his day. He's quite vocal and seems to have a language. If you act interested, like you can understand him, he'll be by your side all night long." Damn I loved my cat.

"So he's quite smart. Indoor cat?" She asked.

"Indoor/outdoor. I got rid of the litter box when he stopped using it. If he wants out he'll nudge you to get your attention then run to the door. When he wants in he'll scratch at the door. If he loves you, he'll bring you a mouse from time to time. I asked him for a bird once...just to see if he could understand me. Next day...Dead sparrow just outside the door. He got tuna that day." I said proudly.

"Gross." Was her only comment. We rolled into town.

"Welcome to the west coast and Corvallis. Home of the Oregon State Beavers, and the only place where smokers are treated worse than child molesters." I announced like a tour guide.

"You are kidding right?" She asked.

"Nope, everyone here is vegan, a former hippie, or is a militant non-smoker. Unless that smoke is from weed or a vape. Then that is perfectly acceptable. Okay, the first two things wasn't completely true." I grinned. "Seriously princess if you smoke downtown, stand in the street. If you smoke on the sidewalk, you will get not only glared at, but told off. Fair warning." I finished.

"Nice stadium!" She said as we rolled down Western Avenue.

"That's where the football team sucks year after year. They made the fiesta bowl in 2000. I think that was their best accolade ever. Baseball team though, kicks ass and takes names."

"I love baseball and football dad!" She stated.

"Teams you follow?" I asked to see if she was still loyal.

"Brewers and Packers, jeez Daddy. I remember sitting on the couch with you and watching the games!"

"That's your place???" She seemed apprehensive. The paint needed to be redone on the dry sides of the house. (Where the rain wasn't blown into.) The rain sides needed new siding. I refused to spend 30k on siding a house worth 13k.

"Inside is much better than the outside Princess." I said as I got out and took her bags to the door. Slick ran up and sniffed at Amber's leg while on the porch. "Hey buddy, this is my daughter Amber." I pulled the door open and let Slick and Amber in before I carried her bags to my room.

"There is a ton of closet space, and tons of hangers. I have a couple drawers that I don't use to house your...whatever." I set the bags down on the bed and then left to fill Slicks food dish and to clean and refill his water.

"Daddy, I can take the couch." She said from the bedroom, as she started hanging her clothes.

"The room is yours Princess." I yelled back from the kitchen. Slick was trying to talk to me.

"She's my daughter big guy. Treat her nice okay?" I asked the cat as I pet his head and neck.

"Daddy you owe me 54 nights to cuddle with you." She yelled from my bedroom.

"How is that?" I asked.

"That's how many major thunderstorms rolled over our home since you left. I'm calling in the debt. I'm sleeping with you for at least 54 nights, snuggled close! Like you used to do!" She ordered.

"Even if I snore?" Somehow I didn't think I was getting out of this.

"Even if I snore louder!" She yelled from the back bedroom.

"I sleep naked in that bed." I tried to derail her plan.

"I sleep naked too! Unless Aunt Flo visits." She said, she poked her head out the door and winked at me then went back to hanging her clothes.

"Are you telling me you are still scared of a little thunder? You are almost 19!" I said as Slick asked me to scratch the base of his tail.

"Love em. But you made a promise when I was 4!"

"I think her mind is always recording little buddy. These flea treatments don't work well when you are always outside Slick." I explained to my tuxedo cat.

"Murrph!" He said back.

"I'll give the treatment. Don't lick your fur! Jump up!" I said. Slick jumped from the floor to the kitchen counter smoothly.

I grabbed the latest and best drops available, and began to treat my best little pal.

"Hold still Slick!" He was squirming just a bit. I finished running the flea meds down his spine and told him I was done. He wanted to lick off the drops near his tail.

"Don't do it!" I warned him. He looked at me then leaned in and licked my nose.

"Love you too buddy. Slick down!" I said. His 18 pound body made a thump as he landed.

"Do you two need a room? Cause my clothes are put away." Amber walked into the kitchen.

"Funny." Was all I said.

"You were not kidding, that drum set takes up all of the floor space in the closet and under your bed." She commented. "Is that my desk?" She walked into the living room noticing the two base drums that were makeshift tables.

"Yes. That computer is only a couple years old, so it should suit most things." I answered.

"Daddy Thank you!" She ran back to me and kissed me on the lips again. My mind was reeling, as her kiss was full of passion, yet she was my daughter. I broke the kiss when Slick asked to go outside.

"Okay buddy." I walked away from my princess to the back door and let the cat out. I walked back into the kitchen and Amber was setting up her computer.

"What do you want for dinner?" I asked as I looked in my freezer. There was not a lot there.