This story was suggested to me by my friend Michelle. Thanks bunches, darlin'! Hope this one puts a smile on your face!
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Tamara Wittmer changed into the outfit she was going to wear to have lunch with her daddy. The butterflies in her stomach were doing the Minuet – but if she didn't calm down, she felt like they'd be doing the Hustle.
Her mother, Bethany, had argued and ranted and raved that she was wasting her father's time, that he had a lot of work to do. Brandon, she said to her husband, you should work through lunch and get caught up. You have a lot of accounts to oversee. Tamara had interjected, telling her mother that Daddy needed some rest and relaxation as well, voices had been raised and Bethany had stormed off in a huff. Stupid bitch, Tamara thought.
Tamara and Bethany were constantly at odds now, especially since Tamara had turned 18 last month. It seemed to the young girl that her mother didn't appreciate how wonderful a husband she had, how caring and giving – and, at 46 – sexy. Tamara just thought her father was the YUMMIEST man she'd ever known.
Brandon Wittmer was also one of the smartest men Tamara knew. His advertising agency had some of the biggest clients, including the lingerie chain, Le Papillon. How her father avoided having a fling with one of the models that paraded in and out of his door, Tamara could not comprehend. Hell, she was straight and SHE thought some of them were scrumptious!
Her poor Daddy, going sexless for such a long while. It just wasn't fair, she felt like stamping her foot. Her beautiful father, hunky at 6'4", with his chiseled good looks, salt & pepper hair and dark, brown eyes. Why was her mother so fucking stupid? She knew they had stopped sleeping together, her parents had separate rooms now. They'd had them for over 5 years and Brandon wasn't the type of man who would cheat on his wife.
Dumb Daddy, real dumb, Tamara thought. Like Mom would give a fuck.
Her mother liked being the Society big-wig, chairing various committees, getting her name in the papers. As for sex, she just didn't seem to give a damn. Poor, poor Daddy.
Tamara got into her Beemer and drove downtown, to her Daddy's office. She was greeted by Shelly, her Daddy's pretty, efficient secretary.
"Hello dear. Your father's just finishing up with Miss Mero, from Le Papillon." No sooner did Shelly say those words, then the door to her father's office opened and Samantha Mero strode out. The word "strode" was appropriate, for Samantha Mero commanded attention wherever she went. She was tall, beautifully built. She'd started the company herself, she was its first model. She recruited some of her friends and their daughter's and nieces and within five years, her company was a raging success. She now used professional models, but Brandon had told Tamara they still liked to use new, "undiscovered" girls and whenever Samantha found one, she was in seventh heaven.
Shelly had modeled for the company a few times, but the tiny redhead had been a bit too nervous behind the camera. Still, the pictures had come out nicely, and Shelly really looked hot, Tamara remembered.
Samantha Mero stopped, whirled about and pointed at Tamara. "YOU!"
Tamara started for a second. "M-me?"
"Yes girl, you. Have you ever considered being a model?"
Tamara hadn't thought of it at all. She knew she was pretty, at 5'10", she'd inherited height from her father. She had long, jet-black hair and sapphire eyes. Her breasts were round and full, she had a flat tummy from hours of swimming, bike-riding and aerobics. Her legs were sleek and smooth, in a touch of vanity, she shaved her legs every day. Tamara had been buying lingerie every few weeks, using the money from her allowance and the fact her Daddy got a 25% discount from Le Papillon. Her personal collection of teddies, bustiers, bras, negligees and stockings was filling her dresser drawers. She liked silk and lace, she liked the way it made her feel, all girly and soft and sexy.
"No, Miss Mero. Thank you, what a lovely compliment."
"Ah, you know who I am?"
"Certainly, Miss Mero, you're famous!"
Her father appeared. "Miss Mero, this is my daughter, Tamara. Tamara, you obviously know Miss Samantha Mero."
Samantha Mero offered her hand and Tamara stood up and took it. The woman's grip was strong and firm, this was a woman who obviously knew what she wanted and took her body very seriously. She took out a business card and scribbled something on it, handing it to the teenager.
"This is my private number, you can reach me at my office or residence at this number. Please, call me. I think you'd make a fantastic model."
She turned around and smiled at Brandon. "Good Day Brandon. I'll sign those new contracts and send them back to you. Good Day, Shelly. Tamara, nice to have met you." She strode out of the office.
Brandon walked over to his still-stunned daughter and gave her a hug. Tamara beamed, she always felt safe with her father. He turned to Shelly and said "Shelly, you can go to lunch. As a matter of fact, with my business with Ms. Mero concluded, it's a quiet day. Why don't you take the rest of the day off?"
Shelly was only happy to do just that, and left the office in a hurry. That left Tamara alone with her father. "What do you want for lunch, honey?" he asked his pretty daughter.
"Mmmm – Chinese daddy, that's both our favorite!" Brandon got on the phone and called their favorite place, who delivered the food within half an hour. They ate in Brandon's office, chatting merrily.
"Daddy, do you really think I could model? Man, it'd be nice to make that kind of money."
"Certainly baby, you're pretty enough. You got the best of both your mother and I!"
Tamara sighed. "Daddy, why do you stay with that bitch? She treats you like shit!"
