Taking Charge

Richard shakes his head clear and picks up the remote. He flicks off the television and mutters. “Not like this!”

Spinning on his heel he storms from the room and marches with long angry strides straight for the washroom he knew they were hiding in. Once there he pounds on the door.

Inside he hears a startled yelp followed by Aria's voice. “Occupied!”

“Open the door!” Richard bellows, not giving a fuck who could hear him. “NOW!”

“Richard!” Aria gasps. “Uhhh...uhhhhh!”

“Open this door this fucking minute!”

He hears some frantic scrambling as the they hurry to get decent and soon the door slowly opens. Both looked flushed and flustered, and Jennifer held her handbag over her big boner in a futile attempt to hide it. Looking like a pair of guilty pups both of them begin talking over each other as they try to explain what was happening.

Richard holds up his hand. “Stop! Both of you.”

“Richard, baby, let me explain.” Aria's voice sweetens, but by the look in his eye she already knew her words were falling on deaf ears. She could see that Richard knew what had been happening in the washroom, but how?

“Richard...uh...I...we weren't...ummm...” Jennifer stammers nervously.

Richard's eyes narrow. “What did you call me?”

“Uhhhh...”

“What in the hell did you call me!?” Richard says again louder.

Jennifer was beside herself looking at the man's angry expression. “I...I don't...I...uhhh...”

Aria steps forward, desperately wishing she could explain things. “Leave her alone Richard, please. Let me explain.”

Just as both Jennifer and Aria were expecting Richard to explode with rage...they see a devilish twinkle light up his eyes. Taking off his jacket he throws it to Jennifer.

“Cover yourself.” He tells her firmly. “And don't you ever call me Richard again, do you understand young lady?”

“Umm.” Jennifer stands confused a moment before saying sheepishly. “D...Dad?”

“Atta girl.” Richard nods. “I'll be tanning your backside for calling me Richard.”

“Oh dear god!” Jennifer moans and nearly swoons as her cock swells inside her dress. “Daddy!”

“Richard?” Aria gasps in disbelief.

“Don't Richard me. You know what you did.” He steps to the side. “Now, the both of you, march your sweet asses back to our room and wait for me there.”

It was Aria and Jennifer's turn to stand stunned. They look at each other then back to Richard again gobsmacked.

“You heard me!” He barks.

They both startle out of their haze and snap into action.

His expression cracks into a sly grin...just for an instant...before he goes stern once more. “And DON'T DO ANYTHING until I get there! Understood?”

Jennifer instantly peeps. “Yes Dad!”

Aria bites her lips to hide her smile then nods too. “Yes dear. Sorry dear. Right away dear.”

Richard swats his wife's round ass as she moves past him into the hall. Aria then takes her daughter's arm and, with Jen holding the tux jacket in front of her, the pair of the scamper back toward their suite whispering and tittering the whole way.

Richard watches them go feeling much better about things. He steps into the washroom and looks around for the camera he knew was watching. When he finds it he leans in. “You want a show mother fuckers? I'll give you a fucking show.”

And with that he turns and heads first to the club where he sits and enjoys a leisurely martini, letting the girls stew in their anticipation as they waited for him back in the room. He knew both he and Aria would be cucked this night by their beautiful roommate, what he saw on that screen lit up fires inside of him he didn't know could be lit, but he'd be damned if he let it happen like a submissive little bitch. No, that wasn't Richard's way. Daddy was taking charge.