Drives to get the key

Standing on his porch looking at the door hearing the deadbolts lock into place, Paul contemplates unlocking it and going back in to settle this now; however, looking down at himself, seeing the lace trimmed cleavage as the red strains of hair flow around his vision, he knows this is not the best way to assert himself, mount a defense, or even apologize.

Turning around to head to his car, the wind whips up his skirt and the cool breeze manages to sneak into a tender spot and reminds there is still a tight strand of cloth going across his cheek that Lou moved out of the way. Looking around to make sure he is really alone; he reaches under his dress and repositions the thong back between his cheeks. As the cloth snaps back into place, it collides with a spot he did not realize was that tender and his mind wonders back.

The recent feeling of Lou pounding Vyki so thorough as she says how much of a hot slut, she is rushes through his mind feeling a rising pressure building in the confines of his lower prosthetic. Groaning at himself as he shakes the thought from his mind, he looks into the darkness towards his car, and it dawns on him he is now out on his own completely exposed in a slutty dress. No sunglasses, hat, or even modest attire. Looking at the person walking alone, they’d just see a middle-aged lady trying to dress younger than her age with heels impractical for walking, legs bare & exposed on a cool night, a skirt barely covering her ass, and too much cleavage than is appropriate. Knowing it was now or never, taking a deep breath he said, “I can do this,” and proceeded on the longer than expected walk.

Hearing the heels click on the pavement was an almost comforting feeling with its familiarity. Trying to break the eerie silence, he started the usual vocal training as he walked, “I am beautiful. I am wonderful,” the hips start swaying in motion. “I am sexy. I am powerful,” the head tosses the hair holding the chin up high. “I should enjoy pleasure from my own body,” a moan escapes from the recent memory of pleasure as wrists swing out to the side. “I should enjoy giving pleasure to my partner,” followed by cute giggles. “I am a good girl,” says the voice with confidence. “It's okay to be a slut,” as a sexy smirk appears on Vyki’s reflection in the driver side window before she opens the door to get into her car.

Landing less than lady like into the front seat she is momentarily disappointed as she doesn’t feel anything driving home into her, but she is reminded it's probably better that way. Receiving a notice of a text, she sees a text from Lou with the address & room number. It’s the one she thought it was and the directions on the phone put her there in about 15 minutes. Starting the car and strapping herself in, she backs the car out of the driveway easily enough. However, putting the car in drive and heading forward she is quickly reminded at how bad she is driving in heels as the tires squeal, and she finds herself quickly careening between the parked cars before she manages to get her foot back over to the break only to come to a screeching halt at the end of the block. Take a breath for a moment, she looks around to make sure no one saw that. While she did not see anyone, she did think she saw some lights coming on and let her foot off the brake to allow the car to at least idle out of there as she very gently let her foot press the car forward.

Getting out of the neighborhood and onto the highway was several jerking stops & starts that would make even a novice driver embarrassed, but she knew she had to get the key then she could get these damn heels off.

Once on the highway, her phone dinged. Looking briefly at it, she saw it was from Lou, “see you soon, baby girl?” She was going to toss it down but noticed the charge said 1%. Frantically looking around the car, she couldn’t see her charge cable anywhere. As the highway seemed mostly empty, she chanced a reply saying, “driving now. Batt almost dead; charge when get there, Daddy?” and hit send before she even realized what she typed.

She got a notice shortly after that, glancing at the phone, she saw it said “always willing to fill you up ;)" right before a big 0% popped on the screen before the carrier logo splashed on the screen before it went black. Tossing the now dead brick on the seat in frustration, Vyki took a deep breath to focus on the road before her.

Her mind tried to think of why her phone died so quick as it can usually last a couple of days. Her mind quickly went to the Gadget app that must have been running and draining it constantly. This quickly sent her mind down the times of using the Vadget. The line at the haunted house, teasing the teenagers with Lou and getting so close. The times in the club Daddy used it dancing with her, making out with him after pleasing him with her mouth.

• DING, DING, DING *

Vyki drops out of her daydream distraction as the car alerts her and she shoves it back into the lane regaining control just before skidding out. Vyki finally checked down at the gauges and noticed an alert next to range: ‘3 miles’. “FUCK!” she shouted. Seeing the needle well below ‘E’, Vyki mentally cursed herself for trying to skate on filling up last time she was out even if it was from the tanning salon. Looking up she sees the next exit is 2 miles. “Fuckity fuck.” At least that is where the motel is, but it is too far to get home.

Hopefully, she could plead with Lou for a bit of his good graces for gas money. As long as he didn’t ask for another blow job in repayment. Shifting in her seat she thought of the possibility of him going at her ass again instead and didn’t stop the moan escaping her lips.

Her erotic daydream was interrupted again by her car as it seemed to sputter as she let up abruptly on her foot to decelerate for the exit. She pleaded with it not to die yet, only for it to hesitate as she got off the ramp. Looking around at the darkened street and the ominous grove of trees, fear of the car breaking down dressed as if she was with no phone, no assistance led to dark possibilities. The walk in these locked heels on these crappy roads was almost as unappealing. Visions of a vagrant yelling at her as she walked down the street passed through her mind ‘tramp’, ‘skank’, ‘slut’, ‘streetwalker’, ‘whore’; with every utterance in her mind, her pulse quickened, and her breathing intensified.

The car made it around a bend in the road and she saw the light of the motel sign. With hope, she’d make it to her protective partner, and he would save her from a situation of her own making.

She noted the range drop to 0 miles as her car bounced into the parking lot. Taking a quick look through the lot, she couldn’t see any open spots near the building. In fact, the only available spot she saw was along the outer edge, so she made a bee line for it. Pulling into the space, she wondered if she was going to have beg Daddy to get her a gas can of fuel.

Grabbing her brick of a dead phone and car keys, she swung her feet out the door before standing up. Closing and locking the door behind her, she began the walk to the building to retrieve her key to freedom.

As she heard the intoxicating sound of the clock of her heels on the pavement, she figured if this her final time dressed as a slutty MILF she might as well as live it up. It was absurdly late or early and no one was around, so she began her well-practiced strut, sashaying her hips, lifting her hands daintily, feeling her skirt sway in the cold night air, her wig flouncing in the breeze. With a giggle, she practiced a few of her sayings: “A good girl wants their appearance to please their partner.” This lights up the memory of the outfits at the store with Lou and him picking out this dress. “A good girl will dress however pleases their partner,” hoping he would still be pleased with her appearance, she breathed in sharply as her pulse quickened and slight breeze came through. Still hearing just the echo of her heels she continued with bated breath, “Looking sexy shows her partner how ready and accepting she is.”

Stepping onto the walkway before the rooms she tried remembering the room as she habitually continued, “Dressing slutty for their partner shows others how much they love their partner.” Stopping before room #127, she looked at her useless, dead phone hoping her memory hasn’t failed her.

Taking a final deep breath to try to calm her nerves and perhaps reduce her sexual excitement. She whispered a final statement to hopefully hold up the ruse in case it is the wrong room, “A good girl is kind and obedient.”

Raising her manicured hand to the door, she paused for just a moment before doing her typical “shave-and-a-haircut” knock, giggling to herself at the irony. However, as the moments ticked away with the door remaining closed, she worried that she had gotten the wrong room. Panic began to rise: if it’s not the right one, she’ll have to explain to a stranger and go up to the front desk to find out where Daddy is.

Hearing the privacy lock unlatch, she prepped for whoever answered by trying to appear nonthreatening with a pleasant smile.