Speak of the devil and he shall appear

"I'm home." Phil yells out, rounding the corner, he looks much as Sandy remembers he's as tall as her with a handsome face but hasn't been taking great care of himself, his hair is thinning on top and he has a pot-belly forming under his suit.

"Oh Sandra, I didn't realize you would be here so soon."

Sandy bristled at that, she had always hated the name Sandra and it was if her dad knew that and insisted on calling her that anyway. Also how could he possibly not have realized she would be here? It wasn't like she had texted him twenty times letting him know where she was and not gotten a response.

"Here I am." She says, mustering up a false smile.

"Well I'm glad you got to meet Claire," He leans down to lay a peck on the woman's cheek before being distracted by his cell phone ringing.

"Give me a second here, I've got to take this, why don't you go throw your stuff in the guest room." He says and before there could be any response he's already picked up his phone and is taking a call. Sandy huffs with annoyance, yep, same old dad.

"Here, I'll show you where you're staying Sandy!" Claire lets her know cheerfully, bouncing to head up stairs, Sandy doesn't know if it's entirely appropriate to check out your step mother's ass as she's walking in front of you but she can't help herself from doing so. The entire time Claire chats away amicably, making small talk and showing a surprising interest in what's going on in Sandy's life, she even asks about some of the classes she was taking which surprised her, she didn't even think her dad knew what her major was.

After throwing her bag down in her room, and taking a quick trip to the bathroom to splash some water on her face and try and deal with the erection still painfully prominent in her pants, her and Claire head back down to the kitchen. The gracious host that she is, Claire is happy to fix her a drink while Sandy tries desperately to keep the kitchen island in between them to hide her boner that just refuses to go down. She's distracted by a rumbling sound and looks down to spot her dad's phone on the counter.

"Hey baby, can't wait to see you tonight, xoxoxo" The message reads, followed by a salacious shot of a woman in some lingerie. Sandy can't believe what she's seeing, her dad has only been married to Claire for several months now and he's cheating on her? She can barely constrain her fury, this piece of shit has been getting away with this for far too long, if women like Claire and her mother won't recognize Phil for the human garbage she is then she's going to have to show them.

"Have either of you seen my phone?" Phil says coming into the kitchen, his hands roaming his body gormlessly looking for the device.

"Oh, there it is." He says picking up the phone from the counter, if he has any concern that Sandy has knowledge of his deception then he shows no sign of it.

"I'm sorry to do this to you Sandra, but I got called in to work, you know how this kind of thing can be." Phil apologizes, his face showing no signs of sincerity. "You and Claire can have dinner though, get to know each other."

"Oh that's a wonderful idea!" Claire says, placing a drink in front of Sandy, she barely notices as Phil continues to blather on about getting called in to work. Yeah, I'm sure you're gonna be working real fucking hard boning some slut, Sandra thinks to herself. She pays no attention as Claire laments how unfortunate it is that this came up before kissing him goodbye, Sandy can barely manage a paltry wave as he leaves, her mind already spinning figuring out just how she's going to get **** on him.