Page 4 of Daddy’s Accidental Little Worker

Bianca

The fact that the restaurant provided me with a to go bag of everything I had just eaten for dinner along with my leftovers, all compliments of Lance Lanberger, was still processing in my mind as I pulled up to my apartment. Say what you will about Lance, but he was very extravagant and charismatic. Not to mention generous…

As I made my way over to the kitchen to put away the food, promising myself that it would be lunch tomorrow, not a midnight snack, I turned back around and examined my apartment. It was luxurious and coated a decent amount in rent, and, back when Bernice still lived with me, it truly felt like home. Now, even though nothing had actually changed throughout the apartment, it felt bare and empty. I had repurposed Bernice's room into a home office, unable to stand the sight of the empty bed in the abandoned room. Now, standing here alone with so much on my mind, I found that I truly missed her.

Hoping to take my mind off the emptiness I felt inside now that both Zane and Bernice were out of my life, I decided to treat myself to a movie night with some popcorn and a glass of wine. Along with my to go order, secretly placed by Lance when I took off to the bathroom during dinner, they had included two bottles of wine that looked a lot more expensive than he cared to admit. I wasn't sure if it was an attempt to manipulate me into agreeing to his proposal or if he had simply done it for the heck of it, but I was deeply interested in the one that I had never heard of. First, I had to get ready for bed.

After a nice, hot shower to wash away the day's disappointments, I put ony favorite fuzzy pajama pants with the faces of various cartoon characters on them along with a black tank top. Seeing as the following day was Saturday, and I didn't really have any plans, I decided not to roll my hair like I did every night and settled for two French braids instead. After completing my nightly routine, with the exception of brushing my teeth, I went to the kitchen to make my popcorn, my practiced hands making sure that, no matter what I did, neither the caramel nor the popcorn itself got burnt as I worked. Once the popcorn was ready, I poured a small glass of wine and made my way to the living room to watch my movie.

After aimlessly scrolling through the different streaming services, I finally settled on a Disney movie and sat back to enjoy my treats. As always, the popcorn was the perfect amount of sweet and salty, and the caramel was spread evenly on the popcorn pieces themselves. After a little while, I decided to try the red wine. It was a rich and fruity wine with a subtle hint of earthiness from the fermentation. It was much sweeter than anything I ever tasted, and, when I swallowed, I instantly regretted not savoring it longer. By far, it was the best wine I had ever had.

Once the wine glass was empty, same as my popcorn bowl, I found it much harder to focus on the movie. Instead, my thoughts went to Lance and his charming good looks and award winning smile. As much as I hated myself for it, I was intrigued by his offer and even more intrigued by the way he made me feel at dinner. Remembering that I had seen this movie over a hundred times and knew every line by heart, I turned off the TV and made my way to the kitchen to clean up my mess. Upon finishing this meaningless task, I went to the bathroom and brushed my teeth, removing the remaining kernels from my teeth as well as the lingering taste of the wine. Soon enough, I went to my room and closed the door, locking it behind me strictly out of habit.

Rather than turning off the light and going straight to bed, I went over to my nightstand and opened the drawer, revealing my secret stash of sex toys I kept in case I ever needed some form of release. My mind was locked on the memory of Lance pouring me wine as I pulled out my latest addition to the collection, a much larger dildo with lumps on it that were meant to stimulate the female body for more pleasure. Deciding to make it a bit more interesting, I stripped down out of my pajamas and turned off the lights, leaving myself completely alone in the dark. Making my way to the bed completely based on memory, I laid down on top of the covers and stroked the dildo, imitating the movements of a well practiced hand job.

"Oh, Lance," I whispered into the dark coyly, wishing was I truly talking to Lance. "It's so big." I could already imagine what he would say.

"Oh, you think so?" he would ask, and I nodded as I laid on my back. "You think you can take it?" At this point, my imagination had fully kicked in, and I could almost hear his voice in the darkness, making it seem real, and I loved it.

"There's only one way to find out," I remarked, my voice low and smooth.

I imagined him standing at the end of the bed, completely naked with his cock in his hands. I would have him climb up to meet me at the head of the bed, his face hovering above mine before kissing me passionately while he rubbed the head of his cock at the opening of my sex. I would have him nuzzle my neck before entering my body with a powerful thrust…

I gasped when I felt the massive plastic dildo enter my body, and moans escaped me as I worked it in and out of me, mimicking sex. However, the whole time I pleasured myself, playing with my own breast while I used the dildo, I wasn't thinking about the dildo or Zane or anything else. Instead, I was imagining Lance, wondering how it would feel to have him inside me. I moaned his name as I pictured his face, and, after a long session, I cried out as my body orgasmed, and I felt my bodily juices coat the washable plastic of the sex toy.

"Definitely worth it," I said aloud as I flipped on the lamp and went to clean myself, referring to my fantasy rather than the dildo itself, even if the dildo had done its job.

Once I had cleaned up and gotten back into my pajamas, I laid down in my queen sized bed, smiling sleepily as I prepared to go to sleep. Lance had given me the best dinner, plenty of leftovers, and the best orgasm I had ever had all within the same night, and I wanted to do something to show my gratitude for it. After tossing and turning for about an hour, I finally decided that I would take him up on his proposal, figuring that the worst that could happen is that I would likely end up falling in love with him, giving him back full control of everything. Resolving that I would call him first thing in the morning, I was finally able to fall asleep.

CHAPTER SIX

Lance

I had just gotten up the following morning, my body and mind still buzzing from my dinner with Bianca the night before, when my phone started to ring. It was my home office phone located in my study, and I found myself a bit confused when I saw what time it was. Knowing that it could be a potential client, I rushed into the office to answer the phone.

Much to my surprise and delight, it was Bianca. She started off by thanking me for dinner the night before as well as my secret surprise of food to take home and wine. After the friendly banter ensued, I asked her what had printed her early morning call. After pausing to collect her thoughts, she informed me that she had considered my offer and was prepared for the answer. I stopped her immediately and told her that I refused to accept any answer over the phone and promptly invited her to breakfast in order to discuss everything. Without hesitation, she immediately accepted my offer, and we made plans to meet at my favorite diner for a lovely breakfast meeting. As soon as she hung up the phone, I found myself genuinely curious about what her answer might be.

As much as I hated to admit it, I was absolutely terrified the answer was no and recommended a breakfast meeting in order to maintain control of the situation. After all, it was much easier to persuade someone of my good intention in person rather than over the phone. As I prepared for my business breakfast, I thought back to the fantasy I had about Bianca the night before. Having not been able to fall asleep for a good portion of the night thanks to the lustful desire that burned inside me, I had taken a chance to relieve myself of some of the sexual tension I had by imagining what it would have been like to take Bianca home and have my way with her.

Upon arriving at the diner, I looked around the dining room, looking for Bianca. Seeing that she had yet to arrive, I grew even more curious as to what she might say when she arrived. She sounded so strange on the phone, and I had been much too quick to cut her off. I had just started to wish that I had heard her out when I watched her walk into the diner. She was dressed in a professional business suit with a pencil skirt and sharp jacket over a silky white blouse. Her strawberry blonde hair was tied back in a ponytail, and her shiny blue eyes were hidden by the shades she wore. She saw me and immediately made her way over to me.

"Good morning, Bianca," I said in my best attempt to sound as professional as possible. She smiled back politely, looking both flushed and nervous.

"Good morning," she said as she sat down across from me. "I'm not late, am I?" I shook my head.

"Of course not," I reassured her. "I just barely arrived." She sighed with relief, and I wondered about the conflicted expression that took over her pretty face.

"So, should I tell you my decision now?" she asked, sounding uncertain, and I got a feeling that I wouldn't like the answer. Thinking quickly, I shook my head.

"Let's eat some breakfast first," I told her. "Then we'll talk." She was about to protest, but the waitress came over to take our orders at that exact second, saving me from Bianca's response.

We both got the same breakfast of pancakes, scrambled eggs, sausage links, bacon, hash browns, and coffee. As we ate, we talked about our experiences with different clients, and I realized how the woman had gotten so good at the career she had chosen. She was both ambitious and hard working, and she was also rather persuasive, just like me. As soon as we finished our breakfast, I poured us both some more coffee and prepared for the worst.

"So, you made up your mind?" I asked, and she nodded.

"I took a lot of time to consider the pros and cons," she informed me, "but, in the end, I finally made my decision." I raised an eyebrow at her as she took a deep breath. "I'm willing to accept your offer." For some reason, as soon as she said this, I felt relieved.

"That's great," I told her, doing everything I could to remain professional. "Would you like to come to the office with me? We could fill out the paperwork real quick." She contemplated this for a while before responding.