A mysterious unmarked door

He walks slowly, clearly in no rush to get to their destination. The streets are fairly quiet with no pubs or shops around, and just the occasional person or two passing them by. She catches some of the passer-bys looking at her, but that is nothing new, and she knows he loves how they look at her, how the men are no doubt jealous of this older man with the much younger girl. The way they walk together, the way he touches her, all so that anyone looking will see that she is his, that they are intimate, that he clearly gets to fuck her.

Now and again the evening breeze swirls around her skirt and billows it out, and she is sure anyone behind her would see the underside of her ass cheeks, but again she knows he enjoys that view himself and he did say he wanted to share her, so it’s right that others get to see that as well.

He heads her into a small alleyway, and she smiles remembering the first time he lead her to such a place. But this time his intentions are different as he leads her deeper, passing closed doors and boarded up windows. Finally they come to a plain closed door, and he brings her to a stop.

He turns her to face the door, and she glances around, looking for a sign of where this is, and what this is, but she sees none. As she scans closer, he leans in to her.

“Are you ready my darling girl?” he asks. She really has no idea what she should be ready for, but her trust for him is total, and she just nods as she looks up at the door. “Let’s go in then” he announces as he reaches a hand out to knock.

They wait just a moment before the door is eased open, and a smart looking doorman appears inside, standing guarding the entrance.

“Good evening sir” he speaks directly to him, his voice full and well spoken. “It has been some time since we have seen you here. Such a pleasure to have you return.” His eyes finally turn to Lucy, and he looks up and down her body. “And I see you have brought a lovely young lady with you, I must say you do have exceptional taste Sir.” She stands still, letting him examine her, knowing this is what daddy must want.

“Please, do come in, make your way through, I’m sure you remember the way.” He steps aside leaving the entrance clear. Daddy pats her rear, encouraging her to enter ahead of him, and once he has stepped in behind her, the door is closed, leaving them in a darkened place, only just clear enough to make the way ahead.

“On you go” daddy whispers behind you as his hands push gently on you again, encouraging she walks ahead, wondering what and where he has brought you.