Daddy Lou

Molly would normally have been his first call, but if she had migraine, it’s likely she’s not safe to drive assuming she were even up for answering. No, she needed to recover. Richard was just not someone she wanted to deal with right now and negotiating with a taxi send like it was asking for problems.

That left Lou. While he was always a good, reliable friend she hated the idea of taking advantage of his generosity. Plus he was probably just getting off work. And even though he did more to her than she ever expected, she couldn’t come close to abiding him of doing something she told him not to. He always gave her an out.

Just then a large ruckus could be heard from the table she had been at as if a great joke has just been told. No, she needed Lou’s help. ‘His protection’, she thought as she played with the tag of her collar. Daddy.

Without another thought, she dialed the numbers and heard the ringing as a sudden panic washed over her that they were the wrong numbers, and she was about to be connected with a random stranger. But, near excited adulation as she heard the familiar masculine voice, “hello?”

Vyki was suddenly nervous as to what to say. She hadn’t talked to him since last night and seemed to leave things romantic and here she is calling in almost desperation to be saved.

“Hello? I can hear something back there.” Lou said a little agitated as his patience for pranks weren’t ever high to start with.

Vyki knew she had to say something, or he’d drop the call. “Hello, Lou?”

Lou heard an almost delicate feminine voice on the line he couldn’t place, and she sounded really nervous, so he took his tone down a bit, “Yes, this is Lou. Who is this?”

“Lou, it’s…” she was almost grasping for the basics. “it’s Vyki.”

“Vyki? Are you okay? Your voice sounds off.”

“The voice is a long story but it’s okay. But I could use some help out of the situation I’m in.”

Lou wasn’t so sure about this as her voice was a lot higher than last night. He had to do something to verify it was her and the first thing he could think of was a trick question, “if you’re really Vyki, what was your first husband’s name?”

Vyki was perplexed by the question and wondered if he knew more than one Vyki who might be calling in danger. “I’ve only ever been married to Molly, Lou.”

“Oh, wow. It is really you, Paul? I had no idea.” Lou even cringed a bit at the use of the wrong name and hope it could just slide by. “What do you need help with?”

Vyki wondered if she saw her as Paul or just a slip. But regardless she needed out of here. “I’m stuck at this restaurant with the Four Whoresmen and I need a ride home to get away from them. Would you be able to help me?”

“I thought you were done with this this morning. How did you end up there with those… four??”

Vyki sighed deeply and tried to summarize Molly continuing things after Vyki got home. She skipped over a lot of details but basically ended the night at the dungeon but got separated and Molly was sent home with a migraine and Miss H assigned the 4 of them to get her home.

“And what makes you think they’d just step back and hand you over to me or are you going to sneak out somehow.”

Vyki cringed going she could leave out Molly bringing him into this. However, she couldn’t think of a line fast enough and just blurted out, “Molly told them that you gave me your collar of protection to keep me safe while I was observing.” Feeling nervous about leaving it like that and the frustrated sharp breaths she could hear, Vyki felt compelled to continue, “I’m sorry, Daddy, I didn’t know she was going to do it and I thought we’d be there and gone quickly.”

There were several more tense moments of silence; Vyki thought better of pushing it and instead bit her lip nervously as she anxiously waited.

Then, there was a heavy sigh and Lou spoke, “I’m not going to leave you to those creeps but I need something from you sense you’ve brought me into this.”

Vyki bit back her scream but excitedly replied, “Thank you, thank you, thank you. I’ll do whatever you need!!”

“Well, I hope you keep that in mind,” Lou began forebodingly. “I think you know how much credence clout and reputation are important in the scene. For whatever reason, those four assholes seem to hold a lot of sway and favor, and I can only theorize to why.” Lou continued trying to hold back the bitterness. “And for those of us who don’t hold them in high revere and kiss their boots they tend to close doors on us and cause problems. I don’t like it, but if I’m going to show up as an authority figure over you, you’re going to have to show me some reverence.” Lou finished with another heavy sigh.

Vyki seemed like he had more to say but was saying it, so she simply said, “K.”

This told Lou he needed to elaborate his point to her. “You can’t treat me like your peer or your buddy. Frankly, it can’t even really be like just a regular boyfriend.”

“Alright,” Vyki said still not grasping what he meant.

“Vyki,” Lou started, “think of how Molly would act towards Paul when she was out with his collar on. You can’t just be my date, you have to be my enthusiastic, eager submissive.”

Thoughts of all the fronts she’s put up tonight went through Vyki’s mind.

“When you first see me you have to be ecstatic, excited that I’m there. You want to please me. You have to be thrilled at my touch and presence and not distant or restrictive to me.”

Hearing his words, Vyki can remember all the times that Molly has relinquished to Paul in all manor of situations and at the same time she can remember all the electrifying touches that Lou gave her. Moreover, picturing Daddy Lou in all the positions of all the men that have been over her the past few days gave her a thrill she didn’t expect, and a gasp escaped her lips as her imprisoned rod twitched against its confines while her ass hole flexed in remembrance of him taking her.

“In short,” Lou stated in his deep and directing tone, “when I get there, will you be my good little princess slut?”

“Yes, Daddy,” Vyki respond without a moments thought.

Lou was glad to hear it, but he wanted confirmation that she understood, “say it for me.”

Vyki took a moment to think how she could summarize all that and responded with “Yes, Daddy, I am your good little princess slut who’s eager to please and serve you.”

Lou was surprised by his shaft painfully pushing into his jeans. He was going to have to watch himself with this one. “Alright. Just keep up that mentality and we can get you out of there easily enough.”

“Yes, Daddy,” Vyki responded quickly.

“Alright, see you soon, princess.”

“Looking forward to it, Daddy,” Vyki responded with a giggle before the line cut off.

Vyki replaced the receiver and thanked the bartender with a smile as she sashayed back to the table, comfortable in the knowledge that Daddy Lou would soon be there to rescue her from this situation.

As she approached the table, Doc Mock noticed her and said, “ah! There's the pretty girl of the evening!” And the rest of the table erupted in a grand “hurrah!” as they lifted their drinks garnering a lot more attention than she would want. Vyki quick strutted to her chair and silently slid in.

Vyki was glad to see her drink refilled and began drinking some more to avoid more conversation. However, Sir Ian asked her, “everything alright? You seemed gone for a bit.”

“Oh, let the girl be, Ian,” Mr. Lance retorted. “You know there are mystical things they do beyond our knowledge in the ladies’ room.” He then continued to pester Sir Ian about some previous concept they were debating. Vyki wasn’t thrilled at being dismissed so easily but was glad to not have to try to come up with a story or explanation and happily sipped her drink as she watched their discussion just waiting until Daddy Lou could make it here.

Their discussion went on for a bit; however, before long their meals were finally delivered. While the men all had fried, hearty, or meaty meals, Vyki was almost disappointed to see the mound of leafy vegetables capped by a seared fish. She wasn’t sure if it was the drink, her anticipation of being rescued, or just her discomfort with her companions, but Vyki found her appetite like and just poked at her salad some stirring it up, trying to maintain a happy outward appearance.

Sir Gin noticed she didn’t seem to be happy with her meal and pointed it out, “that not really to your liking, Vyki?”

Vyki was a little shocked to be caught that he was paying enough attention to it and quickly replied, “oh, no! It’s fine. I’m just picking at it.”

Mr. Lance then jumped in, “hardly, girl! You’ve barely touched the thing,” he said with an overly animated arm swing and through poor coordination & lack of forethought knocked the nearly full glass of beer across the table dumping its contents all over Vyki’s pile of leaves. Vyki just saw a glass start to go flying towards her and was afraid contents might be coming towards her quickly leapt out of her chair with a squeal followed shortly by her chair thudding to the floor behind her as she stepped back.

As things finally came to a standstill, Doc Mock spoke up, “nice move, idgit! I wouldn’t touch that salad at all and I’m pretty sure you’ve had your last drink tonight; you’re cut off.”

“Dammit, it was just a stupid mistake. They can toss another one together for her,” Lance tried to whine in a weak defense.

However, as they continued to bicker, Vyki looked around the restaurant and realized their commotion seemed to have garnered the attention of the others and it seemed as if every eye in the place were on her. With the half walls and low booths, Vyki could see several sets of eyes looking at her, but even more so, she was sure they could all clearly see her towering over 6 feet and likely able to see her nipples and breasts protruding through them all. Turning around to grab her chair, she quickly bent down, her bottom sticking clearly out at the table as she retrieved her chair from the floor and plopped it into place. Turning around she deftly set her bottom down, almost cringing at feeling her bare cheeks on the pad but just glad to be hidden from the rest of the facility at this point.

However, staring back at her were 4 pairs of very wide eyes and grins of the men who had obviously been ogling the show. Based on how high her dress was at the moment, she was sure she showed them her thong split ass yet again. It wasn’t until the silence was broken by Tiffany’s, “I heard some commotion; everything okay over here?” that the four of them finally broke out of their stare.

Vyki could only hope that Daddy Lou would show up soon and get her out of here.

Getting into his GT, Lou couldn’t shake there was a large portion of the story he was missing. He tried texting Molly to see if she was up or still out from her migraine, but maybe he could get some detail about what he was walking into. However, in a matter of moments, his phone was ringing from Molly and she sounded a bit frazzled and maybe frantic, “oh my God, Lou! Did you say you’ve heard from Paul?”

“Ya, in a manor of speaking. Was headed to pick her... him up. What’s going on? She couldn’t say much,” Lou responded confused on so many levels.

Molly took a heavy sigh and said, “well, it’s bit of a long story....”