Alex, the new boyfriend

Today was the day, you were meeting your girlfriend's father. Most guys might be nervous, but not you. Your new girlfriend of the month, Katie was an absolute bombshell. A hot blonde with a perfect pair of tits and an ass to match. Tonight after you met her father and cemented yourself as the best boyfriend ever you'd get to fuck her brains out. You'd probably stick around for a couple weeks then ghost her. It was your routine, and there was a long line of girlfriends left behind in your wake.

You stood outside Katie's house, you were oozing with cockiness. You were about to nail this meeting with her father, and then you'd nail Katie. You took a deep breath, adjusted your designer watch, and flashed a charming smile as you rang the doorbell. The sound of high heels clicking on the marble floor inside signaled Katie's approach. The door swung open, and she stood before you, looking stunning in a red dress that hugged her curves in all the right places. You gazed at her checking out her impressive body, before turning your attention to the man standing behind her.

Katie's father, a tall, imposing figure with a stern expression, eyed you up and down. You could tell he was sizing you up, trying to determine if you were worthy of his daughter's affections.

You loved meeting the father's of the girls you fucked, they called them father and they called you daddy. With a smirk, you introduce yourself, extending a hand to Katie's father. "Hello sir, it's a pleasure to finally meet you," you say, glance towards Katie, who flashes you a bright, if slightly nervous, smile. Her father's expression remains unreadable, but you can tell he's trying to size you up. You hold his gaze, confident in your ability to charm him into submission.

Katie's father, still eyeing you warily, took your hand in a firm handshake. "Nice to meet you," he said, his deep voice neutral. You flashed him a disarming smile, holding his gaze for a beat before releasing his hand. You could tell he was trying to intimidate you, but you weren't having it. You were the king of this castle, and you knew it.

The dinner flies by, your charming and polite. Katie's father never faltered from his stern demeanor, but Katie ate it up. In a way it may workout better for you. If you seemed like the reasonable one to Katie, then she may get that rebellious streak and get real naughty.

You finally were ready to leave, you say goodbye to Katie's father, he gives you a stern look and a nod. When you hug Katie bye, you screeze her ass. She thinks it playful and doesn't realize her father saw. You know he did, you did deliberately.

As you walked back to your car, the cool evening air carried the sweet scent of blooming flowers from the nearby garden. You felt a sense of satisfaction, knowing you had played the part of the perfect boyfriend to perfection. Katie's father may not have been entirely won over, but you were confident that you had made a good impression. You reached into your pocket to grab your car keys, your fingers brushing against the sleek metal of your designer watch.

Just as you were about to unlock your car, a hand clamped down on your shoulder, spinning you around. You were caught off guard, and before you could react, a needle was jabbed into your neck.