Trippin' Off the Power

Robert Ravers stood at the bottom of the stairs waiting on his daughter. Gone was the robe from breakfast, adorned instead in a full business suit, appropriate for a day at the office. He checked his watch. Despite telling his daughter to get dressed before breakfast, she had instead returned dressed in an old robe of her mother’s, purple and transparent that ended high above her thigh. As they ate, she took great pleasure in the fact that her father’s eyes couldn’t help but gaze down at her bare legs, crossed as she sat adjacent to him at the corner of the table.

Somehow, they had managed to make it through breakfast without tearing off each other’s clothes and fucking right on the table. Afterwards, they’d both ascended the stairs to get dressed, but even after completing his morning routine and returning to the entrance foyer of the manor, his daughter still hadn’t finished. His daughter often took her time getting ready in the mornings, always wanting to look her absolute best regardless whether it was party, school or just lounging in front of the TV. But this was exceptionally long, bordering on preposterous, and Robert began to wonder if she was planning some other trick to tease him into skipping work altogether.

Just as he checked his watch once more, he noticed his daughter walking down the stairs. She wore a light, white blouse, the sleeves ruffled in a romantic style, a black bow with long tails tied neatly at the collar, tucked into a belted wool skirt designed in a red and white plaid pattern that stopped about mid-thigh, allowing a plentiful view of her slender, toned legs, all the way down to her feet, a pair of suede pumps giving her a little bit of extra height so that she could stand head and shoulders with her father. He swallowed. She looked professional, elegant, and absolutely appetizing.

“Well? Shall we get going?” She asked her slack-jawed father. “I think we’re gonna be late.”

“Right, right…” He muttered to himself, slightly breathless.

As they turned towards the door though, both were surprised to hear the doorbell ring out through the house for the second time that morning. They glanced at each other, wondering if Gregory Bishop had returned to vent some more, but when the ringing of the doorbell wasn’t accompanied by an intense banging upon the door itself, it became obvious that it must be someone else.

“What now?” Heather asked, as Robert approached the door, standing back and reaching out for the handle this time in case another fist came flying through first.

But Heather’s demeanor changed instantly when she saw who was on the other side. Her long dark, loosely wavy hair fell around her face as she glowered at the woman on the doorstep. She wasn’t naive, she knew her father had a lot of women, and she wasn’t under any delusion that she would replace all of them. However, knowing her father’s nature didn’t mean she wanted to see it right in front of her, and especially not here in her home. As far as Heather was concerned, this was her territory now.

The woman on the other side of the door flicked her dark blonde hair to one side as she flashed her badge, announcing herself. “My name is Joan McClane, I’m a detective with the Azure Rocks Police Department. Are you Robert Ravers?”

He nodded stiffly, eyeing the detective, trying not to look at her medium sized breasts straining her small vest top beneath the brown leather jacket she was wearing, conscious of Heather beside him. “I am. Is something the problem, officer?”

“Detective,” she corrected him, emphasizing her authority. Looking past him, she set her dark blue eyes on Heather, noting the family resemblance. “And you would be Heather Ravers, yes?”

“Uh huh,” Heather replied, sucking on her teeth. “What’s this about?”

Joan glossed over Heather’s disrespectful tone, fixing her eyes on Robert again, as she explained, “I’d like to bring Heather down to the station for some questioning.”

Heather was about to tell the detective in no uncertain terms that she wasn’t going to go to the police station right now, but her father spoke up before her, his voice calm and commanding, asking simply, “is she under arrest?”

“No, but she is a person of interest in a case that I’m investigating,” the detective replied, standing her ground.

Again, Robert beat his daughter to the punch, asking, “What case is this?”

Joan McClane frowned, since she generally preferred not to divulge as much information until it was relevant to do so. Letting Heather know before she interrogated her what she was going to be asked about gave her more time to concoct a lie in her head. Unfortunately, Robert was hard balling her, and seemed unlikely to allow Joan to proceed any further with his daughter without more details.

“I’m the lead investigator on the case of the **** that were stolen from you,” Joan explained after a deep breath. “Some new evidence has been brought to our attention, evidence that your daughter had a hand in. So, you see, it would really help us get to the bottom of who stole from you, if I could just ask your daughter a few questions, just to assess the validity of the evidence.”

Heather pouted thoughtfully, figuring that she must be talking about the recording of Hannah’s confession that had been handed in last night. But Heather wasn’t about to miss out seeing Zack at the office just to sit in a box of a room and explain what was already obvious. Who cared if Heather’s voice was on the recording? All that mattered was the actual confession.

But, again, it was Robert Ravers who dashed the detective’s dreams. “No, I don’t think she’ll be doing that. At least, not without my lawyer present, and certainly not without us conferring with him first.” He gestured for Heather to come out onto the doorstep as he walked out of the manor too, locking up and pulling out his car keys as he continued.

“Besides, Heather already told me that it was Hannah who confessed to stealing the ****. Trust me, she’ll be fired as soon as I get into the office, which you’re currently holding me back from,” Robert told the detective, as he pressed the button to unlock his car. “I don’t think there’s anything left to discuss, except whether you’ve arrested her and let the Rivera girl go.”

“W-we have released M-Miss. Rivera, yes,” Joan stammered, taken aback by how informed and dismissive Robert Ravers was being with her, an officer of the law. “B-but, sir, there are, um, some outstanding questions about how the confession came about.”

“You think it was ****?” Robert surmised, reading between the lines. “Well, that’s ridiculous. Hannah is the sister of one of my daughter’s best friends, whereas I’m not sure she’s particularly close with Lisa Rivera at all.” He glanced at Heather who merely shrugged, and smirked at the detective. “The idea that they would throw Hannah under the bus for Lisa shows a shocking lack of understanding of the relationships at play here. Perhaps I need to talk to the Chief of Police about the investigative prowess of his detectives. I think I have a game of golf scheduled with him in a couple of days…”

“No, no, haha, that, um, that won’t be necessary,” Joan laughed nervously, her face red, as she backed away from the manor, towards her car. While he wasn’t outright threatening her, it was clear that the reach and power of Robert Ravers could make her life quite difficult, and she’d worked too hard to get this far in her career, only to have it torn down by a misstep. This wasn’t the end. She’d simply have to return when she had some evidence implicating Heather.

As the detective scurried off and hopped in her car, Heather swore that she’d never been wetter in her life. She felt completely soaked between her legs, her body warm and tingly, even the slight breeze outside making her feel dizzy. And all of it without a single touch from her father. His voice and his words, defending her and putting the detective in her place was damn near orgasmic. She was his, and he wasn’t about to let her be messed with. Her father’s love had always protected her, but this was different. He was sending the exact same message that she had. She was his territory.

“Shall we?” he said, motioning towards the car, his voice softer but still sending a shiver down her spine.

It took all of Heather’s will power not to fuck him on the doorstep. Hell, at the minute all it would take would be him ordering her to climax in that manly, authoritative voice of his and she’d cream herself. Breathing deliberately, she crossed the yard to the car and slid into the passenger seat. The inside still smelt of sex from where her father had fingered her last night, which didn’t help to calm her down in the slightest.

Robert noticed his daughter walking funny as she moved to the car, though he wrote it off as her simply teasing him with her thick heart shaped ass again. Tearing his eyes away from his daughter, he jumped into the car, and rolled down the window to air out the scent of sweat and pussy. Sliding the key into the ignition, he glanced over at Heather as she slid in too, her skirt sliding higher up her thigh, leaving him with one question as the engine roared to life.

‘Is she wearing panties today?’