You tell Daddy you like it when he takes charge

As you walked back to your father, you started to formulate a plan. You would start by telling him you enjoyed him taking charge, hinting that he could push it further. Then, after a while, you would tell him about the CEO and the offer. It sounded like a plan, but a part in the back of your mind suspected it was more like an excuse. It was quickly drowned out by something else inside you, aided by your tipsiness, your elation, your arousal.

Your father was standing where you left him, talking to Tim, one of his best friends at the company, and someone you'd met many times before, though not yet as Julie. As you reached the two of them, you smiled shyly at Tim, before leaning into your dad as his arm once again wrapped around you, whispering to him in what you hoped was a sensual voice; "I like it when you take charge, Daddy," and gave him a quick kiss. His reaction, after a brief moment, left no doubt that he got the message, as you felt his hand glide down from your waist to your firm, full buttock. He gave it a quick squeeze, as he looked at Tim, who saw and smirked at him. "Tim, meet my new girlfriend, Julie. Julie, Tim."

You managed to exchange a few pleasantries before dinner was announced, and you all proceeded to the hotel restaurant. "So, I'm your girlfriend, now, not just your date?" you asked him as he lead you to the table. "I thought it sounded better. Besides, you're the one who just asked me to take control over you."

And take control he did. As you sat chatting to the rest of your table after finishing the first course, you felt his hand upon your thigh, working itself up the split of your dress. Slowly, it crept upwards, building an exciting anticipation between your legs. You were sure the people around you had to have noticed, but as you looked around, it seemed not to be the case. Your breathing became heavier as he reached the top of your thigh, almost touching you between your legs. Now, you could feel him brushing against the fabric of your underwear, a finger teasing in half-circles over your pubic mound. Suddenly, it changed direction, and as the finger pressed itself against your clit, you let out a gasp.

The eyes of the nearest neighbours were upon you. Thinking quickly, you managed to put in another gasp and fake an aborted sneeze. "Sorry," you said, as the finger slipped away from you.

Your daddy whispered into your ear again. "I want you to leave for the toilet, and come straight back with your underwear in your purse." Surprised at his boldness, but yearning to obey him as much as to feel that hand between your legs again, without the covering of fabric, you weren't slow to get up. Back in the toilets, you quickly slid the thong down, considering for a moment if you should touch yourself a bit before going back, but deciding against it. Daddy had said "straight back".

Walking back with nothing covering your by now wet slit felt naughty and exciting. Returning to the table, you leaned in and gave him another, sensuous kiss, wet lips and a flick of a tongue. To your disappointment, his hand did not return to your crotch to check that you had done his bidding, though he ramped up his social control of you, clearly marking you as his to any onlookers. He chose your drinks (in which he was liberal), talked at you and about you more than to you, and weirdly, the denigration and denial was driving you wild with arousal. You feared that, if you got up now, there would be a visible wet stain on your chair, and you were certainly happy that your dress was dark.

By the end of the dinner, you didn't know what to do. You needed release. As everyone broke up and walked out to the lounge for coffee, you found yourself sneaking into a toilet. You had barely hiked your dress up to access your pussy before your phone vibrated. Out of compulsion, you checked it. It was your dad, telling you to not sneak off to touch yourself, but come back to him. Dejected, you hiked your dress back down and got back out, finding your father in conversation with the woman in red from earlier. "I'll have to ask her, but I'm sure I can have her convinced," he told her, and you immediately understood what they were talking about. "You know, if I get a promotion, I think she'd make an excellent secretary." He winked at her. "Yes, certainly," the woman smiled.

"There you are, Julie," your dad said. "I believe you've already met Melissa? I need to go make a phone call, wait right here and I'll have a surprise for you when I'm back."

He gave your butt a light slap as he got up and walked past you, leaving you with the woman, Melissa.