Mallory

“...Wow.” Was all Michael could say, and it took him a while to get there.

“Is that ok?” Mallory asked, suddenly feeling like she’d made a huge mistake.

“That’s a loaded question,” Michael laughed nervously. “You’re a gorgeous young woman, Mallory. And my cards are on the table now, so no sense in pretending otherwise - that was hot.”

“Thanks Daddy” Mallory said with a girlish giggle. Even though the audience fed her that line, she didn’t fight it as it arrived.

Michael shook his head at the small giggle, “Is that easier to say than Boss?”

“It is actually. Daddy. Daddy. Daddy.” Mallory admitted. That was surprisingly easy to say this time. Easier than his name even. Maybe it’s the game, the alcohol, the whole weird-ass orgasm thing. It all keeps adding up, I think I’m cracking up. Am I just paranoid? Am I just stoned?

Well, I’m drunk. But not drunk enough. Mallory poured out another drink, a much stronger one than before. She downed it so quickly that Michael’s eyebrow raised. Even for Mallory, that was a lot.

“Does that make it easier still?”

“Doesn’t liquor always make it easier?” Mallory joked, waving her empty glass in his direction. She filled and drained another one without a protest from Michael. Obviously before the hotel counting drinks was far more difficult, but as each drink made her more alert she was able to tally it all up. “That’s more than I’ve ever had. Or can remember having anyway.”

“I don’t know that we want to push the limits of this magic like that.” Michael said. “But I’ll step out on a limb and trust your judgment.”

“I’m fine. With tonight. Calling you Daddy.”

“Ok then, if you’d prefer-”

“Tell me to.”

“What?”

“Order me to.” Mallory emphasized. “I’m growing more certain by the minute. I need this.” Mallory wasn’t totally sure about that, but the alcohol making her clear-headed also had the tendency to make her feel a little more pliable. I tried to avoid that entirely. It will be easier this time. It has to be.

Michael wrestled with that for a moment. “Why though?”

“I don’t know if I’m ready to tell you yet.” Mallory said. “I’m not sure I know myself.”

“If that’s what you need. Call me Daddy.” As he spoke, she could tell he still hadn’t fully bought into this either.

“Yes, Daddy.” Mallory said, giving him a full smile. Even a half-real one was maybe the first in a long while. “Whatever you say.”

“Should we clean up?” He said, reaching for the bowls that the others had left. Mallory gently took his hand.

“Daddy.” She added a meaningful look, which he understood.

“Mallory, clean these up.” He ordered, with slightly more authority. 10% more maybe. Moving from hall monitor up towards mall security. Michael sat back and let her begin to collect the flatware and return it to the service cart. It was an extraordinarily easy chore, but she didn’t do chores, so the change was already enough to pique his interest. “Wheel past the elevator, there’s a door to a service hallway,” he ordered. “The staff will collect it.”

“Right away.” Mallory gave her hips an exaggerated wiggle as she pushed the cart away. A simple but classic move for fish hooking a man. She twirled back around with another broad smile, but Michael was looking troubled again. “...What’s wrong?”

“This situation. Me. The things I’m thinking. I’ve got powerful urges dragging me in opposite directions, Mallory.”

“You want to protect me but you want to sleep with me.” Mallory’s bluntness made him wince, but she placed a calming hand on his leg. “I get how tough that must be, this is tough for me too. But if you’re going to protect me…” Mallory let that trail off unfinished. “We’re doing it together, ok?”

“All right.” Michael nodded.

“There’s a lot you tried to teach me but I wasn’t ready to listen.” She stroked his knee gently. “I’m ready to listen now, Daddy.”

He took a second to consider that. She saw a distinct expression of determination pass across his face when he decided, like Mallory, to give in a little more.

“What were you hoping would happen tonight?” Michael asked.

“I… I’m not actually sure about that either.” Mallory admitted. “You’re not the only one with powerful urges.”

“That climax you had on stage was really something, huh?”

“Oh my god, Daddy…! I can barely describe it.”

“And you want another.”

“...Yes, Daddy.” She slid her hand up his leg, but he grabbed her wrist to stop her.

“Earn it.”

“...What? What do you mean?” It’s an order, but… how do I follow it?

“That little ass wiggle you did earlier, was that you trying to seduce me?”

“Well… yeah? Didn’t you like it?”

“Of course I did, you have a great ass, Mallory.” He’s getting comfortable with the comments at least. Mallory actually blushed at that, a rare thing for a girl used to college boys’ aggressive passes. “And you know you do. I’ll bet that’s all you need to do most times.”

“Usually.”

“Well, I want you to try harder.” Michael gently gestured to the chair that Ronnie had vacated. When Mallory sat down, Michael leaned forward with his elbows on the table. Mallory recognized it as his “BS lecture pose,” what she’d called it when he was trying to get through to her or Danica about something. This time, she didn’t turtle up when he did. “You’ve always gotten what you wanted so easily. You’ve never had to work, and you’re wealthy enough now that you could comfortably live on it your whole life. You’ve never had to put in real effort to seduce a guy either. I know how much thought you put into it, but you and I both know that’s because you enjoy it. Not because you need to, right?” Mallory nodded. “But that’s what needs to change, starting today. I have what you want, and you need to earn it.”

“Ok Daddy, how?”

“I’ve seen how you dress when you’re trying to impress,” Michael said, looking over her super casual outfit. “This isn’t it. When Danica came up here to make a move on me, she wore a special outfit to attract my attention.”

“Those were mine.” Mallory said. “She asked for advice actually.”

“Oh really?” Michael looked as though he filed that away for later. “Well chosen then.” Mallory blushed again at the compliment.

“Should I change into something better?”

“No.” Michael said. He took a second to think, then changed his mind. “Ok, well actually yes. But since you’re earning this tonight, I don’t want to see anything you’ve used before on some other guy. You’re going to buy something new.”

“Aren’t the shops closed?” Mallory asked.

“Not for me.” Michael said. He went to the phone and called down to the front desk. “Send up a selection of lingerie sets for Mallory” he said curtly.

While they waited for the hotel to put things together, Michael and Mallory restored the room to its original configuration - pushing the table back to the side, pulling the blanket off of the ‘throne’, and moving the changing shade away from the stripper pole. No more need to hide what this is all about.

Once that was done, Michael flopped down in the throne and ordered Mallory to mix him a Whiskey Sour from the drink cart. “Make another one for yourself if you like,” he added. Mallory was feeling the pronounced effects as the alcohol from dinner made her steadily more easygoing. And compliant. She thought. That’s the theme of the evening. She mixed herself one as well and returned to Michael.

The ‘throne’ wasn’t large enough for her to sit alongside him. Duh, then it wouldn’t be a throne. Left with the choice of the pillows at his feet, his lap, or the wide armrest she chose the latter before he could make the decision. He didn’t seem to mind, pulling his arm around her waist as she sat down. This is so unbelievably weird… and yet comfortable. She thought, as the pair sipped their drinks.

“Good work,” he said. “Delicious.”

She was going to offer him another “Thank you, Daddy” but at that moment the elevator doors dinged open.

“Sarah?!” Mallory asked, suddenly self-conscious as Sarah strode to the center of the room. Sarah looked sheepish herself, but not because of her lack-of-clothing situation. The ropes slid off her and slithered over towards the elevator, having learned from her repeated attempts to flee that they should block the closest exit. They managed to look suspicious despite lacking faces.

Sarah stood there, stark naked again, with one hand on her hip and the other clutching a large black briefcase with the Harem Hotel logo on the side.

“They sent you to deliver the samples?” Michael asked.

“They sent me to model the samples.” Sarah said. “I thought I was getting the night off, but noooo. Esmeralda called up to the room and told me I was back on the clock.” Sarah’s eyes flitted back and forth between Michael reclining in the chair, and his hand resting on Mallory’s leg. “You two, huh?”

“It’s an evolution of the plan you and I were working on,” Michael said, his arm possessively holding Mallory closer. “Long story short, we’re going to work my new Boss power to all our benefit. We’ll go over it in more detail later. Tonight, Mallory is ready to buy.”

Sarah didn’t look totally convinced, but she didn’t have permission to tell him otherwise, so she shrugged and popped open the briefcase. It was empty but for a small catalog, which she handed to Mallory.

“Esmeralda says to tap the one you wanna see.” Sarah stepped back and set the empty briefcase open and on the floor. Then she stepped into the case with one foot on the brown leather of each side, waiting with her arms crossed.

Mallory opened the catalog and flipped through the pages. Outfits were pictured hanging on a rack, which made for an otherwise boring catalog experience but did avoid distracting from the living - and somewhat huffy - model waiting for her cue. Mallory saw a few promising candidates. “Which one do you want to see, Daddy?”

“Daddy?” Sarah raised an eyebrow.

“We’re field testing it,” Michael said as if that explained everything. To Mallory, he said. “This is your show right now, I want you to make this decision.”

Mallory’s faculties failed her. I have all kinds of criteria for this. Rules! But none of it could come to mind. Stupid booze, I thought you would make me smarter! She flipped a few pages to make it look good and tapped an image with her finger, feeling a small buzz of energy as she did so.

“Ugh… woah.” Sarah said, as she felt a similar sensation in the soles of her feet. The leather of the briefcase interior seemed to liquefy and begin sliding up her leg. To any other woman in any other situation, this would have been cause for horror and screaming. But Sarah had been snuggling two perv ropes for long enough now that she just watched it work with a morbid curiosity. “That’s incredible, it can just change states of matter and texture so easily and it -wahahhaa!-” Sarah jumped as it slid up between her legs. “Warn me if you pick a thong please! That stuff just slid right up my crack without even a hello.”

The material settled around Sarah’s body and quickly solidified, changing from leather to lace as if this was the most natural thing in the world. Once it had completed its shape, forming an underwire bra with frills along the bustline, hefting Sarah’s fulsome breasts and the thong climbing up her behind. It changed to a deep red color which sat well against Sarah’s light skin and brown hair.

“You look very sexy.” Michael said casually. Mallory found herself blushing again. Am I actually getting jealous?! The hell?

“Uh, thanks Daddy.” Sarah replied.

“Oh that’s just a Mallory thing. You keep calling me Boss.”

“Thank God.”

“Just Boss for now.”

Sarah stuck out her tongue, then looked around to see if anything else was about to launch out of the case. Mallory followed Sarah’s eyeline to see that the ropes were sitting up attentively, their charge having put on clothes in their presence. Apparently since this was Michael’s doing the ropes weren’t going to rip them off. Sarah stuck out her tongue and them now. “Ta-Da!” She said flatly.

“Show them off.” Michael said. “Let Mallory get a good view.”

Sarah began walking a slow circle in front of them, like she was clomping around the office. All shoulders, no hips, you’d think a woman who was into women would at least have seen how they try to flirt. Not an ounce of game in that poor woman. Mallory tried to hide her grin behind her drink, but Michael caught her eye.

“You have some thoughts?” Michael asked.

“She’s - not so great at this.” Mallory said, biting back more cutting remarks. But notably far fewer than she would have usually thought up. Michael saw through it immediately.

“This is usually where you’d try to tear her down,” He said with a solemn shake of the head. “We’re not doing that any more. You need to go and help her.”

“But… Daddy. She’s competition.”

That’s an order, little missy. -2

“That’s just the hotel. Right now, she’s nominally your competition but eventually she’s going to be family,” Michael said. “The competition is gonna end when it ends, but the family is forever. None of us chose for it to look like this, but we have to play the hand we’re dealt.”

“Is that really the example you wanna use?” Mallory laughed. “After I just bombed the poker game?”

“Sexy walking is definitely more your thing.” Michael added a pinch on her butt as he continued. Mallory shivered at the touch. “Get down there and help Sarah. I’ll pick a few more outfits for you to choose from.”

Mallory hopped down from the throne and approached Sergeant Sarah out on her morning patrol. A quick shoulder tap and a gesture, and Mallory walked her away from Michael so they could talk privately.

“Hey… Sarah? Do you mind if I… help?”

“I’m wondering if I should help you, is everything ok? You’re hanging off him tonight, it’s not like you’ve been before.” Sarah looked skeptical, “Do you need me to talk to him?”

“It’s… weird. I know. But it’s fine now. We talked it out with Mom and Ronnie.”

“Wouldn’t that make it weirder?”

“In a way, it made it so weird that it came back around to normal.”

“Like a stack overflow of weird.”

“Ok, now you’re the one making it weird again.” Mallory rolled her eyes and smirked. “He’s got a plan, like he said. And I… believe him. I think it might work. Do you want my help?”

Sarah looked skeptical. “Help how?”

Compliment-critique-compliment, Mallory thought, remembering her book. “Sarah, your boobs are just the best.” The fans tossed that one in but Mallory was getting used to that by now, so she kept rolling. “I’m digging them. But you don’t have a lot of experience trying to appeal to men, I’m guessing?” Sarah’s immediate scowl proved it true. “We need to all gain points, for pleasing him. I can help you work what you’ve got, earn some points, maybe have some fun? What do you say?”

“Is that what Michael wants?”

“Yes, that’s what Mich -Daddy- wants.”

Sarah pondered this. “Esmeralda was quite insistent I make a sale tonight, so… scratch my back and I’ll scratch yours. Get me a set.”

“What?”

“If Michael likes them, then Gropy and Pervy probably won’t rip them apart. And I haven’t worn any clothes in days, it’s getting ridiculous.”

Mallory considered. Michael did order me to help, so I’m obviously gonna do it anyway, but… maybe this can pay off down the line? Family is family, but… that doesn’t mean it has to be free.“Ok, deal.” Mallory said. “But you owe me one.” Bank that for now.

“Teach away.”

Mallory called back to Michael. “We’re gonna need a minute, it’s all about the reveal.”

“Take your time.” Michael said, watching the women with obvious prurient interest. Mallory took the changing screen that had been placed around the stripper pole and pulled it between Michael and the open briefcase, blocking his view.

Mallory sized Sarah up. “You’ve got good curves, but Michael’s already seen you naked.”

“We fucked, you know.” Sarah said.

“So I heard - well this time you’ll just have to try something that doesn’t involve trashing a car. Believe me I’ve done that and it gets old after the first time.” Mallory tapped her chin. Ok I’ll give her this one free. Michael will like that. “But about the game - you didn’t get the points for that fuck, so those are still available for you.”

“Really?”

“I thought you were the numbers girl.” Mallory said. “Michael’s big on something new tonight, and he wouldn’t have seen your flexibility thing before. Show me.”

Sarah kicked her leg straight out sideways and pivoted at her hips, until her torso was at a 90 degree angle and her legs were in a vertical split, making her look like a T that was resting on its side. Ooooh. Mallory was intrigued herself, then had a pang of sadness when she realized it wouldn’t feel as good if she and Sarah fooled around. Eyes on the prize here, Mal.

“Pretty cool, right?” Sarah said with a wink as she dropped back to her feet.

“Absolutely, but save that one for later.” Mallory winked. “Right now it’s about the walk. Walk like you wanna get fucked, and it will happen.” Mallory tapped Sarah’s temples with both hands, then slapped Sarah’s g-stringed hips. “The power of positive thinking.”

“I don’t wanna get fucked though.”

“What kind of salesperson are you?”

“I’m not, I’m a goddamned lead designer.”

“Not tonight you aren’t.” Mallory said. “Tonight you’re selling panties, by promising that they might come off. Now watch what I do and follow along.”

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After a few more pointers and practice runs. Mallory emerged from the changing screen with a smile on her face. Michael returned and patted the armrest again. No words, no order. Mallory guessed he wouldn’t mind, and she slid into his lap instead.

“Woah.” was all he got out. He shifted in his seat, and Mallory felt a small buzz at making him a little unsettled.

“Vivian told me it was comfortable.” Mallory winked. “She’s ready.”

“I sure am.” Michael said. “Sarah, climb into the case please.” When she confirmed that she was, Michael tapped another selection in the catalog, and they heard Sarah yelp as the magic rearranged the clothes on her body.

This time, the brunette was prepared for a show, and she delivered one. Sarah’s leg emerged from behind the screen first, she swung it out, showing off the black stocking that ran up her calf, past her knee and up her thigh. A garter-belt connected there, running up and out of view and suggesting more was to come. Sarah slowly moved the leg, rotating it so that Michael could see it from multiple angles. Sarah slid her hip out slightly, letting him see the connection to the belt and the deep green panties peeking out underneath. Sarah ran her hand up her leg and hip, and she used a small thumb hook to “pull” the panties sideways, bringing herself out from behind the screen and fully into view.

“Now that is a show.” Michael said.

Salesgirl Orientation +2

“It’s not over.” Mallory said. Sarah began walking towards them, crossing her legs in front of her as she did. Mallory had shown her how to walk along the straight line, popping her hips as she went, but Sarah’s magic allowed her to take it so much further. She didn’t just walk, she practically slithered. Every movement a sensual display beyond the means of women with functioning skeletal structures.

Mallory felt quite a bit of pride as she watched Sarah work her magic. A well-timed move of the arms to draw the eyes to her breasts, a casual hair flip… Well, if she had longer hair it would work better but it ain’t half bad. Sarah continued the show through a few separate outfits, Mallory asked politely and Michael allowed her to choose a few. Each time, Sarah took a casually erotic loop around in front of the pair, then behind the screen for a new set.

“You taught her all this?” Michael asked. When Mallory nodded, he did so too. “Well done. It’s a good feeling when you teach someone and they apply it, wouldn’t you agree?”

“I do, Daddy.” Mallory had a sudden flash of inspiration. Despite Michael’s focus on planning and not following her impulses, she was sure this one would be welcomed. “Sarah, come over here, I wanna see that bustier up close.” It was a nice one, a purple set with white trim and boyshorts that showed off her hips perfectly.

Sarah approached, playing along by swaying just at the edge of Mallory’s reach. Mallory quickly licked her lips and gave Sarah a meaningful look, popping her head subtly towards Michael. Sarah understood, and softly nodded, taking a half step closer.

“Excuse me for a second.” Mallory said, sliding off Michael’s lap and into Sarah’s arms. Sarah was just fine with the hug and the kiss, but as Mallory’s tongue slid past Sarah’s lips she moaned and jumped.

“Ohhh my god.” Sarah gasped. “Do that again.” Right, it’s like its inside her…

Mallory looked over her shoulder at Michael. “Daddy, got something you’d like to say?”

Michael took the hint. I’m pretty good at this whole subtlety thing. “Mallory and Sarah, give each other a nice deep kiss.”

Even if Sarah would have resisted that idea before, the pent up energy from being denied for so long was too much to hold back. She ran her hands up the back of Mallory’s shirt and pulled her in close, while Mallory’s touches were far more tender. Mallory giggled again, unprompted by the audience this time.

Mallory met Sarah’s eyes - they were pleading, not demanding. I loved having that taste of power over Janet. But that was the old me, the wrong me. Mallory pushed those thoughts out of her head, took Sarah’s head in her hands, and just kissed her for the fun of it. Trying not to think about the points or the situation, or even the favors she was trading, just trying to enjoy another human and make her feel good.

And it did that. Sarah was a little more ready for Mallory’s tongue to probe her mouth this time, so she didn’t jump - she practically melted. After only a few moments of this, Mallory was practically holding Sarah up to keep her from collapsing, and it wasn’t long after that that Sarah shuddered ferociously as she received her long-long-denied climax.

“Oh… fuck… fuck… fuck…” Sarah said as Mallory broke the kiss and let the brunette’s head fall onto her shoulder.

Both earn:
THAT is how you make a sale +7
Demanding Boss +3

“Daddy, can you buy this outfit for Sarah?” Mallory asked. “She looks really good in it, don’t you think?”

“She absolutely does.” Michael said. He looked over at the catalog and found an option to gift it as the ‘Boss.’ When he tapped it, Sarah shivered slightly as the ‘ownership’ transferred to her. “Are you gonna get one for yourself?” Michael asked.

“Daddy, I’m a blonde, this would look all wrong on me. I picked this one for her.” Mallory winked. “I’m gonna take the first set. I could tell I wanted it even then, but then we would have missed Sarah’s show. ”

“And that would have been a tragedy.” Michael agreed, offering the book to Mallory. She tapped the button to purchase her own set, then gently set the nearly convalescing Sarah down to sit with her back against the throne.

“Thought you were gonna buy it.” Sarah said softly.

“All you said was get me one, and I did.” Mallory gave Sarah a peck on the cheek. “Besides, I think we both earned it.” Then she stepped behind the screen and stripped out of her small outfit. She chuckled a little as she thought back to how she didn’t want to give Michael the wrong idea about a date only a few hours ago. No more doubt there. Mallory stepped into the case as she’d seen Sarah do, and felt the same creeping sensation as the magical clothes made their way up her body and wrapped around her, solidifying into the thong set she’d chosen first. Even knowing it was coming, Mallory too jumped when it slid up her butt crack. She heard Michael laughing from behind the screen.

“Watch out, Daddy. I might buy you a thong too.”

“We’ll discuss that kink later.” He teased back.

Mallory didn’t think a slow reveal was necessary any more, Sarah and their little show had done all the work necessary to get Michael’s engine revving. She slid sideways out from behind the screen, and leaned against it, hand on her panty-clad hip and a million-dollar smile on her lips. Both Michael and Sarah took notice at that, and Mallory basked in the appreciation for a long moment.

“Should I go… or?” Sarah asked, without taking her eyes off Mallory.

“Your call, Daddy.”

Michael looked down at the exhausted Sarah, and Mallory could tell by his face that he was seriously considering it. But ultimately it proved a bridge too far for the night.

“Thank you for your salesmanship,” he said, patting her on the shoulder. “I’ll have to remember that when we’re back at the company.”

“Don’t you dare!” Sarah said with wide eyes, but Michael burst out laughing.

“Oh don’t worry, I think you’re still best fit as my lead dev.”

“So long as I keep my brain…” Sarah said. “I’m a little exhausted after that, you mind if I head out?”

“Mind if I head out…”

“Mind if I head out, Boss?” Sarah said, rolling her eyes. Michael laughed again.

“Sure thing, Sarah. I think you can take Mallory’s chips from her bedroom to pay for her set.” As Sarah shakily got to her feet and collected the briefcase, the ropes slid their way across the floor and up around Sarah’s legs. To her great relief, they left her new lingerie set alone, settling on top of it . Sarah patted one on the head as if it were a friendly cat. “Forgetting something?” Michael asked.

Mallory chips -350

Sarah chips +175

“What?” Sarah looked around the floor, to see if she’d dropped something important.

“I think Mallory just used your climax.” Michael said. “I give you permission for another., but next time you should ask.”

Sarah locked eyes with Mallory, a little worry in them. Michael’s just… getting comfortable. Ronnie’s warnings rang out, but Mallory pushed those down. He’s drunk, we’re all acting weird. Me most of all.

“Thanks, Boss.” Sarah ducked out quickly into the elevator, leaving Michael and Mallory alone. And then Mallory’s nerves came back. They were muted heavily by the amount of liquor she’d already consumed, but now there wasn’t anything left to do… except that. Her eyes darted to the door where Ronnie and Danica had left, half-expecting them to bust right through it and stop everything. Do I even want them to?

Michael noted the concern on her face.

“How are you feeling, Mallory?”

“I’m ok, Daddy.” She said, giving him a wan smile.

“Drop the Daddy stuff for a minute.” Michael said. “I’ll make it an order then, if you waffle on it you might lose a point. Tell me the truth now, are you really ok with this?”

Mallory suddenly felt a little cold and exposed in the lingerie, so she crossed her arms and rubbed herself to warm up. But it wasn’t really the temperature that was the problem.

“I’m still pretty nervous.” Mallory admitted. “No matter what happens, things are going to change between us. They already have, but…. between whatever happens tonight and whatever comes tomorrow with Janet it’s all going to be so different.” She pulled her hair behind her ear, which wasn’t one of her usual nervous tics, but she’d never been nervous like this either.

“This isn’t how I wanted us to repair our relationship.” Michael said. “I didn’t pick this, and I’d end it if I could.”

“No, I didn’t think I’d end up in a harem with my mom either.” Mallory had to laugh at the understatement. “Really though, things needed to change. I kinda knew that deep down, I just never realized how bad I’d let it get. I did fuck my friend’s boyfriend and I did treat you and Mom like shit for years. I can’t blame the hotel for that. Or you.”

“Since we know the hotel can just remake our past, you wanna leave all that there?” Michael said. He stepped down from the throne and approached Mallory with his hand extended. “Truce?” He chuckled. “If I can bury the hatchet with Vivian, I think there’s hope for anyone.”

“Truce.” Mallory smiled and shook his hand, then tossed his words right back. “So now what?”

“The truth is the theme of the last few days.” Michael said. “If you want to call it a night, I understand. You can go get Danica and Ronnie and head back downstairs. But if you wanna stay… then I’ll be your Daddy tonight.”

“Are you really ok with this?” Mallory asked him right back.

“I am now.” Michael said. And his voice was finally, truly definitive. Mallory’s cheeks flushed and she bit her lip at that. I can finally see what Mom saw in him. She’d been with plenty of boys, but she had to admit to herself: It was better to be with a man.

“Then I’ll stay, Daddy.”

Michael’s face changed then. It was lustful, sure. She’d seen that many times already. But this was a look of power. He returned to his seat on the throne, looking mildly regal as he did.

“I checked the tapes,” Michael said. “The last time you were up here, you only got points for a handjob and I missed the whole thing.”

“Sorry, Daddy.”

“No more apologies.” He said. “It’s in the past now, part of the truce. But since we’re starting anew… I saw how you pleasured Sarah, come over here and make me feel the same.”

“Daddy…” Mallory approached slowly, but wasn’t sure how to ask what she wanted to. As she sank to her knees on the pillows facing the throne, he stroked her cheek softly.

“Don’t worry, Mallory. You’ll get yours. But you haven’t earned it yet.” Yet. Mallory shuddered.

He unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. She’d seen and touched it before, obviously, but it was suffused with additional meaning now. She slowly leaned forward and took the tip of his penis past her lips. She slowly slid down his shaft, wanting to pleasure him the way she had Sarah. Is it just because he ordered me to? Is it just for the points? Mallory decided that no, it wasn’t. She needed to be here, deserved to be here, and a small but increasingly meaningful part of her wanted to be here.

Mallory gave into that feeling. She pushed herself down onto Michael’s cock until she had managed to take it all into her mouth, an achievement that made her quite proud. Blowjobs weren’t her thing either, because why give those out unless you were getting some in return? And her boyfriends all sucked at eating pussy, so why should she do her part?

But tonight was different. That’s what she’d said and she meant it. Michael had promised her a reward, but she realized she wasn’t doing it just for that. She was doing it to make him feel good. And she really, truly, didn’t care if she got one in return. It would be welcomed, but not demanded. I’ll let Sarah out of the deal. Mallory thought. That was the old way, the wrong way.

Mallory slipped his cock from her mouth and stroked it with her hand.

“Daddy? Can I make a suggestion?”

Michael’s eyes unrolled from the back of his head and took a second to re-focus. “Uhhh…. Uhhhh… yes go ahead.” He’s close enough that this might work.

“You said you wanted something new tonight. I can finish if you like.” Mallory bit her lip softly. “But we can go further, if you want.”

Michael gave her a searching look. “Good idea.” He said, “That would be worth more points.”

“It’s not about the points, honest.” Mallory said. “It’s about listening to what other people need and want, and about pushing myself to be more giving and less taking.”

“It’s slightly unfair to ask me this when you’ve driven me wild like this.” Michael laughed.

“Well that way I know you’ll finish first.” She said. “I promise I won’t.”

“Good girl.” Michael said. “Show me how you can be more giving.”

Mallory slipped out of the lingerie, which had served its purpose admirably but the bottom was now soaking wet, then stood before him to let him see her nude form. He’d seen it of course, but now he’d get to enjoy it.

Repeat Performance +0

“You said you liked my ass,” Mallory give it her breathiest Marilyn impression, then slowly turned and lowered herself onto his lap in a reverse cowgirl position. Michael reclined the throne slightly to give her room, and to appreciate the view as she sank his cock into her. She looked over her shoulder and gave him “the wiggle” again, but with his dick inside her this was more than a casual flirt. Michael shuddered and grabbed her butt with both hands.

“Oh this is not going to take long.”

“Take as long as you need, Daddy.” Mallory said. She leaned forward to put her hands on his knees, and rolled her hips to stimulate him. The gip on her cheeks tightened as she did so, a possessive grip that the old Mallory would have resented even from a boyfriend. But it felt comforting in the moment. Cosmo had steered her right: This position was grinding her G-spot perfectly, but she pushed back against the oncoming climax. I haven’t earned it yet. Mallory could think of all the times she took the pleasure that was offered her without a second thought. I promised I wouldn’t. Mallory bit her cheek hard to push it away just a little longer. When she felt Michael’s cock twitch and heard his now familiar moans of climax, Mallory felt a second surge of pride at her accomplishment.

Suddenly, she started laughing hysterically. She slid off of him and giggled anew as he looked down with another familiar expression. The one that meant ‘You’d better have a good explanation for this, young lady.’

“The last time - I was thinking of Ryan Gosling while I went down on you.” She continued giggling, and he couldn’t help but join.

“And now?”

“Only you. Daddy.”

“Oh that makes me feel a little better, because I was dreaming about Janet the first time.”

“Daddy!” Mallory slapped his leg, then remembered. “Oh… right, that was my fault.”

“If it makes you feel any better, if it happens again I’ll be dreaming about you.” Michael winked and Mallory slapped his thigh again. “I think you’ve earned it, Mal. You ready for yours?”

Mallory laughed and started to nod, but then her face turned very serious.

“What?” Michael asked with concern.

“I had a thought, an important one actually.” Mallory grabbed his drink and took another sip. I can’t deny myself all pleasure. I’m not a fucking monk. “I would love for you to get me off, but it’s important that you know I don’t expect you to.”

“Sure, but why?”

“Because - and this is deeply messed up on a level I can’t process tonight - I know that biodad would be upset with me if he found out I did anything without expecting a return. Doing something just to make someone else feel good. Most fucked up of all? I think he’d be more upset about that part than the fact that we fucked.”

Michael thought about that for an uncomfortably long time, long enough that Mallory worried she had killed the mood. Then he took her cheeks in his hand and looked her in the eyes.

“I know you don’t expect it, I trust you on that. And I won’t say you’ve earned it for the same reason. But I’m going to get you off because that’s what a good Daddy does.”

Mallory could live with that just fine.

Finished what she started +13
Demanding Boss Daddy +4