Daddy lets you take it easy.

It takes you longer than it should to make your way back to Daddy's office. Your head is still hot and hazy from the wine and kissing and you find it a struggle to walk in your four inch heels. You're not so far gone that you sway all over the place but you do teeter, clinging to the wall of the elevator as you travel up. For a moment you realise that if someone were to grab your ass this time there wouldn't even be a thong in their way, and in your current state you don't know how you'd react. But mercy smiles upon you and the ride is uneventful and you make your way past the rows of beautiful women to Daddy's office.

"I just had a call from Mr Williams," Daddy smiles before you can even say hello. Just hearing Mr Williams' name makes you think of summers by his pool and the taste of his cock. "It seems he's VERY happy with your lunch together."

You flush at Daddy's words and don't know where to look. Did Mr Williams tell Daddy what happened? Should you not say anything?

"In fact, he's even threatening to pinch you for his staff. Says he would love to have you working under him."

As much of an air head as you are, and as addled as that head is, even you can't miss the obvious entendre in there.

"Th-thank you Daddy," you fluster.

"You look warm kiddo. Go sit at your desk and see what you can finish up. We'll head home early today."

"Thank you Daddy," you nod, walking across to the smaller desk.

In all honesty you get nothing done, your fingers drifting over keys and your eyes seeing nothing of what's in front of you. You would fall asleep at your desk if it wasn't for the ache in your throat and the burning in your kitty. More than once you catch your fingers trailing up your silky thighs and under the hem of your too short skirt before you catch yourself. You practically jump when Daddy pats you on the shoulder and tells you it's time to go. As you leave your phone jumps and you take a moment to check what it is as you head out. It's an e-mail from Mr Williams, the message is short and there is an attachment on it.

'I thought you should see what a good girl you are'.