CHAPTER XI - Room 108

Robert Ravers had been waiting in Room 108 ever since Cassius Fisher’s employee left him there. It wasn’t an overly luxurious room, not like the ones in the upper floors, and certainly not nice like the ones back at the Ravers Resort in Sunset Haven. Still an acceptable place, though. Very soon, the businessman noticed a pair of slightly hidden cameras filming the whole room. Robert knew what the items were because he employed the exact same model on common areas at the resort. Cameras inside the rooms was something he was very much against, though, opting to preserve his guests’ privacy.

Still, knowing the cameras allowed him to ascertain that those were models that only transmitted video, not audio. Cassius Fisher certainly wanted to keep him there in that room, and would put someone to watch the video feed and make sure he stayed put, hence why they were probably bringing a woman to distract him.

Robert cursed himself a bit for the reputation as a womanizer that he acquired over the years, and would now be used against him. His mind racing with calculations, the blue-eyed man wondered if he could make short work of whoever was coming and leave in time to attend the auction.

“No…,” he muttered. “Cassius will probably want to make sure I stay here for a long time.”

Resigned to his short-term fate, Robert had just removed the jacket of his tuxedo and placed it over a chair to make himself more comfortable when the door opened, someone came in, and the door slammed closed once more. His eyes almost bugged out of his skull at who had just stepped into Room 108.

“Taylor?”

“Dad?” His eldest daughter looked just as much as a deer-in-the-headlights as him, wearing that Playboy Bunny suit and staring at him with a look of shock on her beautiful features.

“Dammit! They must’ve seen me talking to you downstairs!” The man cursed, his heart beating like a jackhammer.

While relieved that it wasn’t a stranger waiting in that room, Taylor realized the implications of the situation they were in, what the mobsters were expecting them to do. “Dad, what do we do?” She looked hopeless, a stark contrast to the classy, soft-spoken young woman she usually was.

Robert ran a hand over his face. He was also betraying a nervousness he didn’t usually feel. The thoughts from when he saw Taylor downstairs came rushing back with a vengeance. It wasn’t like he never noticed his daughter sexually, but never expected them to actually do something one day, much less in a **** situation to keep a cover for the mobsters.

“Princess, I’m terribly sorry, but I need you to listen to me,” Robert walked over to his daughter and put his hands on her bare upper arms, his eyes boring into her icy-blue eyes, so similar to her mother’s eyes. “I’m sure you’ve realized by now what they want us to do. I’m gonna think of a way to get us out of here, but until I do, we’re gonna have to act for the cameras.”

Taylor’s eyes widened a bit as she fought the urge to look around and try to spot the cameras. She took a deep breath and put her entire trust on her father, just as she had always done. “What do we do?”

“Dance for me,” Robert breathlessly replied as he let himself sink into a comfortable armchair behind him, staring expectantly at his tall, statuesque, and sexy as hell daughter.

Taking a deep breath, Taylor's heart raced as she stepped into the center of the room. Her mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, trying to focus on the task at hand. She had never felt more **** than at this moment, dressed in this ridiculous bunny outfit and now, **** to dance for her own father. She tried to channel her inner strength, the part of her that was a Ravers, and began to sway her hips in a rhythm she hoped was seductive. She didn’t look directly at Robert, instead focusing on a spot on the wall just above his head. She felt the heat in the room rise, the fabric of her costume sticking slightly to her skin as she danced.

Robert's eyes remained glued to Taylor's every move, his thoughts a tumultuous sea of guilt and a burgeoning arousal he fought valiantly to ignore. Despite the dire situation, he couldn't help but appreciate the grace with which she moved. He had always been proud of her poise, but now, as she danced, a side of her emerged that was both tantalizing and troubling. He leaned back in his chair, his gaze never leaving her swaying form.

Initially stiff and self-conscious, Taylor's dance began to loosen as the rhythm of the imaginary music filled her mind. She closed her eyes, picturing a scene from a movie where a seductive dancer captivated an audience. Her hands traced the curves of her waist, moving up to fidget with the bow tie at her neck. Each step was calculated, each twirl a silent plea for this ordeal to end quickly. She could feel her father's eyes on her, a weight that both comforted and unsettled her.

Robert's chest tightened as he watched Taylor's performance, the fabric of her corset straining against the flawless contours of her body. When she turned away, his breath hitched. Her toned ass, perfectly framed by the skimpy black material, sent a jolt of desire through him. He had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from groaning, his mind a battleground between the urge to protect her and the animal attraction he couldn't ignore. He knew that his reaction was wrong on so many levels, but it was undeniable. He cleared his throat, his voice a bit gruff as he said, "Keep going, Princess. You're doing great," his eyes never left her, his mind racing but failing miserably at trying to come up with a plan to get them out of there.

Taylor felt a bead of sweat trickle down her spine, the room's air thick with tension. Her movements grew more fluid as she allowed the music in her head to guide her. She could feel her father's eyes on her, his gaze a tangible **** that both terrified and aroused her. As she danced, she imagined herself as a character in a thrilling spy movie, playing the role to perfection. Her hands slid down her body, tracing the curves that the corset emphasized. The heat in the room seemed to increase with every step she took, and she found it hard to ignore the way her breasts felt, pushed up and out. She spun around, her eyes finding her father's, and for a moment, she saw not just concern, but something else she couldn't exactly pinpoint. She swallowed hard, her cheeks flushing with both embarrassment and excitement. "Is this convincing enough, Daddy?" She asked, her voice a breathy, raspy whisper, the question lingering in the air like a seductive challenge. In her current situation, she didn’t notice the slip again, calling her father by a nickname she rarely used nowadays. ‘Daddy’ had always been more of a Heather thing.

The sharp businessman felt a tumult of emotions as he watched his eldest daughter's dance. His mind was a battleground of regret for the situation they were in, hesitation at the thought of crossing a line he never thought he would, and a growing, undeniable desire that was as confusing as it was potent. He knew that the cameras were watching, expecting the performance to escalate. With a heavy sigh, he met his daughter's gaze, his own eyes filled with a mix of sorrow and need. "C'mere, Princess," he murmured, his voice a low rumble of thunder in the quiet room. She took a tentative step towards him, her heart hammering in her chest. He patted his lap, the fabric of his trousers stretching taut over his massive erection. "They might suspect something's wrong if this doesn't progress to a lapdance," he gravely told her, his voice strained with the effort of maintaining his composure.

Taylor felt the weight of the world on her shoulders as she approached her father, the reality of what she had to do sinking in. She knew that if she didn't play her part well, their cover would be blown, and who knew what those monsters would do. She took a deep breath and straddled his lap, the coolness of his trousers against her overheated skin sending a shiver down her spine. She placed her hands on his broad shoulders and began to sway her hips, the leather fabric of her costume scraping against the material of his suit. She couldn't help but notice how rigid her father's body felt beneath her, a stark reminder of the line they were walking. "I'm sorry, Dad," she whispered, her eyes fluttering. "If the others and I hadn't decided we could pull off this stupid operation, we wouldn't be here in this... horrible situation."

Robert's heart wrenched at the sight of his daughter's distress, and his mind raced to find a way to ease her fears without betraying his own. He leaned back further into the chair, his arms spread over the rest, keeping them firmly to himself. "You have nothing to apologize for, Taylor," he said, his voice a gentle rumble of reassurance. "This isn't your fault. You're here because you love your family, because you're a Ravers. And we're going to get through this together," he paused, his eyes never leaving hers, trying to convey the strength she needed to see in him. "Just remember, it's all an act, baby. We're playing a part here, and if we keep our cool, we'll pull this off," he took another deep breath, willing his cock to ease. "Now, keep dancing, but remember, I'm not going to touch you... for now. We'll keep it professional, like a dance in a crowded club. You're safe with me." His voice was firm, but the tremor of restraint in it was palpable.

The brunette heiress felt the heat of her father's body underneath her as she began to sway her hips gently on his lap, the leather of her costume making a faint squeaking sound with each movement. She **** her eyes to stay open, staring into the depths of his, searching for the comfort she had always found there. Her hands roamed over her own body, tracing her collarbone and down her corset, trying to distract herself from the reality of the situation. The music in her head grew louder, the beat of it matching the racing of her heart. She leaned in just a tiny bit, her breasts slightly brushing against his chest, and continued to dance, the rhythm becoming more sensual despite her efforts to keep it tame. The fabric of the corset was unforgiving, pushing her breasts up and together, creating a tantalizing view that she knew the cameras would be eager to capture. She could feel the tension in the room thickening, the air crackling with an energy that was both terrifying and exhilarating. Her thoughts swirled in a whirlwind of confusion, her mind torn between the love and loyalty she had for her family and the strange, new sensations her body was experiencing.

“Daddy…,” she muttered, unconsciously highlighting her raspy voice as she closed her eyes.

“Princess…,” her father replied almost as a groan, unable to stop his arms from moving as his hands found the small of her back, the leather hot underneath his palms as he felt up the zipper that held up the corset.

His hand continued its ascent until it tangled in her wavy dark-brown hair, and on a whim, Robert lightly tugged Taylor’s head back, exposing her neck and causing his daughter to let out a light moan. Unable to hold himself back anymore, he shook his head. “I’m so sorry, Princess,” he said, and then dove into the creamy, slightly freckled skin of her collar, nibbling on the spot as her bowtie brushed against his forehead.

“Oh, Daddy… we can’t…,” Taylor moaned again, her eyes closed in pleasure as her own hands found her father’s well-combed hair and her fingers began exploring it.

But Robert wasn’t listening, the sexual high of having his stunning, college-age daughter writhing on his lap was too much for the businessman. Pulling back, he instantly flipped her around and brought her amazing butt down on his bulge, eliciting another moan from Taylor, who instantly began grinding on her father’s erection, her long legs working her body up and down. She couldn’t believe how fast things had turned around. and even more, how she could be acting so wantonly around her own father. ‘For’ her father, she had the time to correct herself before the big bulge rubbed against her leather-covered pussy and made her scream.

“Oh, Daaaad!!!”

“We can do it, Princess, they’re expecting it…,” Robert grunted, his mind completely taken over by the idea of exploring his daughter’s body as thoroughly as he could. “No one’s gonna stop us…”

He squeezed her firm asscheeks, loving how they were now almost swallowing the black corset. Her skin was so perfect, so smooth, so much that Robert fought the urge of marking it with a smack. Instead, his hands glided across her back once more and found the zipper in the middle of her silky dark tresses. His heart hammering in his chest at what he was about to do, Robert grasped the tiny metal object between his fingers and slowly lowered it, the fabric parting to reveal the creamy expanse of Taylor’s elegant, slightly freckled back.

“Dad… we can’t…,” Taylor mewled one more time, and that made Robert’s eyes widen at what he was on the verge of doing, pausing on the line he was about to cross. She had always held some level of attraction for her father, and had even unconsciously dreamed about something just like this transpiring between them. If he didn’t put a stop to it, the young woman was quickly realizing she wouldn’t have the willpower to do it herself. Did she even want to, though?

Shit, what am I doing? The Ravers tycoon asked himself. A very well-respected businessman, with his hands about to undress his sexy, 21-year-old daughter, her fine ass basically grinding on his covered erection. Did he dare? Or was it for the best to just pretend they did something for the sake of the cameras?