Indiscretions Chapter 10 Part 1

I look at the rack full of heels with amazement. I don’t know that there are a lot of types of high heels. Lisa’s collection only had the standard, common ones. But the heel was actually more varied than I thought; there were stilettos with sharp heels, platforms with a chunky heel, wedges with full soles, and even heelless high heels that looked like a horse hoof. There are also several fetish heels with **** arches, which seemed to be so painful to walk on.

One shoe caught my attention. They were bright pink platform heels. The shoes have taller heels than Lisa’s heels I tried; this one is probably around 5 or 6 inches. I already have a hard time with Lisa's 4-inch heels, so it is best if I just stick to 4-inch or shorter ones, but there is something about these heels that makes me think, ‘this is it. I want these heels.’ Like when a boy sees a shiny new toy.

It may be okay to pick this one; these platform heels have chunkier heels than Lisa’s 4-inch high heels. It looks like this one will be more balanced than Lisa’s one.

Stupid me. I can try it first before buying these. If it is comfortable enough to walk in, I will buy this one.

I pick the platform heels sample and bring it to the storekeeper.

“Huh, where are they?” I don’t see the storekeeper or even Jessica.

I then wander through the store aisles, but still don’t find them.

“Jessica, where are you?” I shout, but I don’t hear any reply from my daughter. I have a bad feeling about this and start to panic.

I jog between the aisles until I am back to the cashier's desk. I see the storekeeper is already back, but Jessica is still missing.

“What’s wrong, ma’am? You look like you have seen a ghost,” the storekeeper asked jokingly.

Unfortunately for her, I am not in the mood to joke around. My instinct as a dad has kicked in. Right now, finding Jessica and ensuring she is fine is at the forefront of my mind. “Tell me, where is my daughter? If you harm her, I will make sure that this store is no more.”

I look at the storekeeper with suspicion.

“Calm down, Ma'am. Why are you threatening to close my store all of a sudden? Your daughter is fine. She is in the backroom looking at the stuff she wants to buy.”

“Backroom?”

“Yes. Our store is a fetish store, but despite that, there are still a few things too explicit to be shown in the front gallery. We kept these things in the backroom,” she explained.

“Really?” I still have my guard up and don’t just take her word as truth.

But before the blue-haired storekeeper could answer, Jessica came out from the back door behind the cashier's desk.

“Daddy, what’s wrong?” Jessica asks me with her innocent face like she had not made any mistake.

I let out a relieved sigh. I’m glad she is okay, but I really look like a bitchy Karen here with how I jump to accuse and threaten the storekeeper. I feel bad about what I did. I usually have better control of my emotions, but maybe it is because I’m so on edge lately with the fear of Mistress Noir corrupting my family. I thought it was the right thing to do, but it seemed that I was too hasty in making an assumption and ended up making a fool of myself. Next time, I should not be so hasty and suspicious.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t doubt you.” I say to the storekeeper

“I only accept your apology if you buy a few things from my store,” the storekeeper replied casually.

It's good that she doesn’t seem to be offended, but it made me more ashamed that I accused her.

“Don’t worry, I plan to buy several from your store. Do you have another pair of these platform heels but two sizes bigger? This one is too small for me,” I show her the pink platform heels

“I think I have, let me check our stock in the warehouse.” The storekeeper excused herself and left the two of us alone for a moment.

I look at my daughter, and cross my hand in front of my chest. My chest had already shrunk further than hours ago. It is now barely a C-cup. Pity, I liked it when it was a big double D.

I quickly shake the thought about my chest away. It is not the important thing right now.

“So, do you know how worried I am when you are missing? At least tell me where you are going before you decide to be missing like that.”

“Oh, come on, Daddy. How could I know that the thing I wanted to buy was kept in the backroom instead of the front store?” Jessica argues

She’s right, and I can’t blame her for this one. I let out a defeated sigh.

“Okay, I will let this one slip, but I hope next time you will at least message me, you got your phone, right?”

Jessica nods her head, “Got it.”

“Now, tell me what you bought, so you need to go to the backroom? The storekeeper said that the backroom is the place where they store what is unsuitable to be displayed publicly. Do you buy something dangerous?”

“Umm..No…I didn’t buy something dangerous, and this is a fetish store. What dangerous goods are they going to sell?” Jessica replied in an awkward manner. It is so apparent that she was hiding something from me.

“Jessica. What did you buy?” I push her further.

She then slowly takes out a small pipe-looking thing.

“What is that thing? A cigarette holder?” I ask her.

“It’s not just a cigarette holder, daddy. This is a Kiseru pipe. Straight imported from Japan. Look at the dragon carving along the pipe. It’s pretty, isn’t it, daddy?”

I agree, the design of the pipe is quite aesthetic, but her reasoning wasn’t enough to convince me.

“Yeah, but what's so special about this pipe? It can’t be just because it is beautiful; they keep it in the back room instead of showcasing it to attract more buyers. From a business perspective, it is a loss.”

“Do you realize where this store is located, Daddy? We are in a shady part of the city which is also well-known as the area with a high crime rate. Showcasing this pretty Kiseru pipe is straight up inviting some bad people to rob the store because of its value. Hence, they put it in the back room.”

“So, that pipe is quite valuable, huh? Wait, how much is the price of that one?” I ask her curiously.

“Of course, this one is an imported goods and is from a famous craft brand. It’s quite pricey. It’s $200 for one.” Jessica suddenly covers her mouth with her hand. She seems to realize that she had said something that put her under scrutiny.

“So, where did you get the money, young lady?” If she saved her pocket money, maybe she could buy one, but Jessica is quite rebellious lately, and I suspect that she isn’t using her savings for this.

“I…I got the money from mom.”

“You stole it from your mom’s wallet?”

“No, I don’t steal it!” Jessica denied my accusation.

“So, how do you get it? Your mom had been out of her mind the entire night.”

“I…”She paused before she answered me, “Yes, I’m stealing it from mom. But daddy, please, can I keep it?”

What makes her suddenly change her mind and admit her mistake? Am I really accusing her wrongly? Learning from what just happened with the storekeeper, I don’t accuse Jessica further.

I fetch my wallet and take out $200 from it. “Okay, I will hand you this $200, if you really stole it from your mom, I want you to never do it again, and put this $200 back in her wallet. If you got those $200 rightfully, this is a reward for you. Please do the right thing, Jessica. You are my good daughter. You can keep the Kiseru pipe. I have told the storekeeper that we will buy a few things from her store because I accused and threatened her unjustly.”

It is still the amount I can easily take out without making a dent in my finances. And it's also a small amount to make my daughter happy. Now that I think of it, it's been a while since we shopped together and I bought her stuff.

“Thank you, daddy.” Jessica hugs me in response. I don’t know whether it is just my feeling, but I feel that Jessica is deliberately trying to press her barely there chest on me, and grind her body against mine when she hugs me.

The hug shouldn’t be anything sexual, but I can feel my dick twitching over the hug. What the fuck, Paul? She is your daughter. I told myself.

The storekeeper came back at the right time before things got more awkward between Jessica and me.

“This is what our store has. Try it, see whether it fits you.” The storekeeper handed me the pink platform heels. This looked a size bigger than the previous one.

I quickly remove my old flats and try on the heels. It fits my feet better than Lisa’s heels. Unfortunately, despite it being more fitting, I still have a hard time walking on it. The chunkier heels don’t add as much balance like I thought. It is still hard not to suddenly stumble when carelessly walking. It took a few tries to adjust my center of balance and not randomly stumble.

“Those heels look fabulous on you, daddy.” Jessica praised me.

I ignored Jessica's compliment for the time being and approached the storekeeper.

“I will buy these heels. Please pack this one for me.”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

It took only a minute before the sexy storekeeper was back with the heels neatly wrapped in a box.

“Is that all, Ma’am? Any other thing you want to buy?” The storekeeper asked.

“You should buy some panties for yourself, Daddy,” Jessica interjected.

Yes, how could I miss such important stuff? I need some panties of my own, so I didn’t keep borrowing from Lisa and Jessica.

When I turn around, I see Jessica already holding panties in her hand, opening it wide and showing it to me. When did she pick it up?

“Don’t worry, I already picked some for you, Daddy.” Jessica says.

They are pink panties. A sheer lacy crotchless panties. So feminine…So sexy…so slutty.

Should I buy something so slutty? The masculine and the conservative side of me is battling the new, naughty, feminine urge.

“Please pack these too,” I said to the storekeeper. In the end, the urge to learn about femininity, to learn about how the girls in my family feel, won over my hesitation.

“If you buy three more pieces of clothing in this store, I will throw a 30% discount on your purchase.” The storekeeper offered.

“Really?” I ask her for confirmation.

With such a discount, we ended up not only buying another three pieces of clothing but a few more. all of which are quite sexy, and a few were more than bold. It's mostly for filling my wardrobe, but Jessica also picks some for herself, and what she picks is twice sluttier than what I get. I am debating inside my mind whether I should stop Jessica or not, but deciding that I let her, I have learned to accept that dressing sexy is okay for a girl like Jessica. I’m still worried that what she picked was too slutty and invited the wrong kind of people to attack her.

We are back in our car with several shopping bags. This is the first time I don’t feel exhausted and bored when shopping for womanly stuff.

“So, what next?” I ask my daughter.

“Uhm..I don’t know, go home? Buying lunch? Just driving around the city to see stuff?”

As if God is hearing our question, a flyer flies and hits my car’s window.

“Come and visit our Freaking cool carnival.“ I read the flyer.

“Do you want to go to the carnival?” I ask my daughter.

“I don’t have any reason to refuse. The last time you brought me to a carnival was a decade ago when I was nine.”

That’s long?

“Alright, let’s go check the place out.”

Continued in the next part >>>

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