A little praise and a private show.

"Not bad baby girl," My daddy purrs, then gestures for me to come closer. When I lean close enough for him to speak softly to me, I can feel one of his hands grab my breast roughly, fondling it and teasing my hard nipple as he talks, "I like the routing, very cute, I could almost believe it was your first time," He glances toward a side door meaningfully, "But now I have something else I need you to do. I've got a very important associate I need to have entertained. He said you're cute, so he gets you for the next couple of hours."

He waits for a response from me, but I'm still trying to get my head around what is happening.

"You're going to go back there, you're going to give him a private show and do anything he tells you. If he's happy, I'm happy. If he's not, . . . " He lets his voice trail off ominously, causing a chill to go through me.

Tugging on my breast, he pulls me off balance until I have to reach out and take hold of his shoulder to keep from falling over, "You do a good job and I'll see to it you get a little bonus for your efforts."

He lets go of my breast so abruptly that I fall backward, landing on my bottom with a surprised "eep!" that causes a few of the people nearby to chuckle.