You wake early.

You have a restless night and wake up with the sunrise. Throwing back the covers, you climb sleepily out of bed.

Inspecting your wardrobe you frown in concern. You don't have much in the way of business wear, just a few outfits for when you help out at the office. None of them really work for the look you will need. You will have to go shopping soon for a new wardrobe. Grabbing out a plain black skirt suit and a white shirt, you put them on over skin coloured underwear. The result, while perfectly professional, isn't the sort of look Daddy's assistants usually have. Going deep into your wardrobe, you find some of your clothes from before your boob job. Changing your underwear to a matching scarlet Red half cup bra and thong panties, you squeeze into a shirt that barely contains your straining tit flesh. Pulling on a now too short business skirt that reaches just below your ass cheeks and clings tightly to your curves. Checking the result, it doesn't seem right. The shirt is buttoned all the way and bulges only at your boobs, gaping between the buttons. Undoing the top few buttons down till you can see just a hint of your bra. Checking your look again, you find it much better. The tight shirt presses against you curves. Your tits are practically spilling out and your unrestrained nipples are making little tents of fabric. Your skirt rides high, showing off your long legs perfectly.

The overall effect is of a stripper in an office girl outfit. As the butterflies start again you start to wonder if you have gone too far. Even Daddy's assistants don't dress this slutty. You wouldn't want to be seen outside your bedroom dressed like this.

Your thoughts are interrupted by a knock on the door and your Daddy's head showing through the gap. “Just making sure you're awake.” He says before doing a double take and looking you over. “That's my girl.” He says “Good to see you so dedicated to your new job. We leave in 45 minutes.” With that he closes the door and leaves you to your thoughts.

Daddy yet again has left you with ****. Sitting at your makeup station, you get to work on your hair and makeup.

You change your makeup look going for more obvious instead of the nude look you usually prefer. Your scarlet Red lipstick matches your nails for a happy accident.

Unsure of what to do with your hair, you put it in a loose ponytail.

Grabbing your shoulder bag, your throw your laptop and phone in, along with some makeup incase you need a touchup later.

Pulling on some 4 inch stiletto heels, you grab your jacket incase you get cold later and head downstairs. Daddy is waiting for you and smiles warmly when he sees you.

“There's my girl. Just on time too. You have everything?” Daddy asks. You nod in reply not trusting your voice. And Daddy smiles again.

Following out to Daddy's Mercedes you get into the passenger side and relax into the soft seat, the cold leather cooling the backs of your legs.

Heading out of the driveway Daddy drives up to the nearby drive through coffee shop and orders a large coffee and a muffin for each of you. His thoughtfulness touches you and you start to wonder if this might not be so bad. As you take a tiny sip from the scaling hot travel cup you wonder where you are going next.