Chapter 1: Getting the Party Started

My dad is a lawyer for a legal firm in Pittsburgh, specializing in corporate law, whatever that is. All I know is it’s nothing like Boston Legal and incredibly boring most of the time. I’m not complaining, my dad is a senior partner and made plenty of money to spoil me when I was growing up (and I’m still growing up, at least according to him).

Every year his office has a small Christmas party. For the past several years I was away at college when they were held and so I couldn’t attend. I DID manage to make it to a few of the bigger bashes where the wives and significant others celebrate at some downtown hotel ballroom. Usually I found a way to celebrate in ways a few of the wives might not have approved of had they known...

This year the office party was being held later than usual and so seeing I was home for Winter Break, my dad invited me to come, adding that I might find a few of the new attorneys to be pretty hot. He had this grin on his face when he said it, as if he was holding back some important information. However, try as I might (and I have my ways when it comes to getting my way with my dad), I couldn’t get him to confess so it must have been something pretty good. Well, there was only one way to find out!

The party was scheduled during lunch as nobody wants to interfere with those precious billable hours. It was a cold winter’s day so I decided drove downtown for once rather than fool around taking the small train transit (the “T”) and dealing with walking around downtown. The office building where my father’s firm is located has a parking garage underneath so it was easier to just park and take the elevator on up. I arrived a few minutes before lunch and just walked in as there was no receptionist at the front desk. Evidently the festivities had already begun!

I found quickly that the party was centered around the largest conference room. It was filled with people and the buzz was enough to almost drown out the forlorn boom box in the corner as it cranked out some old Christmas classics. My dad must have spotted me before I saw him as the next thing I knew he was hugging me and wishing me a merry Christmas.

“Hey honey, glad you could make,” he said as he released me before it started to look awkward, “Here, let me put your coat up for you.”

I unbuttoned my long winter coat and allowed him to slip it off my shoulders. As it dropped down my arms to reveal my outfit I heard him whistle behind me.

“Now THAT’S an outfit guaranteed to bring some holiday cheer!”

I couldn’t help but giggle a little as I knew he would like it when I picked it out this morning from my closet. I recalled standing in front of my closet, naked and still a bit damp from my shower, debating what to wear. It was tempting to go with the elf costume I’d worn at a previous Christmas party. It showed off my body, especially my legs, but I hated to wear the same outfit twice, especially to the same group of people. After pulling several outfits out and returning them to the closet, I finally settled on something I knew my dad would like. Actually my dad likes anything that reveals my legs and shows off my boobs so it wasn’t THAT hard to choose.

“So I take it you like my skirt daddy?” I teased him in a low voice that the others wouldn’t hear.

“Like it? You know damn well better than that. I LOVE it! Where did you pick up that cute little number? I haven’t seen you wear it before.”

Actually, I’d bought it months ago when the fall clothes first came out. It included a lightweight tartar skirt that came about half-way to my knees with a white cotton cami with a red button-up, long-sleeved sweater over it. The cami was skin tight and without the sweater, would have been a bit over-the-top for this type of setting as my nipples poked through it like it was Saran wrap and the darkness of my areola was plainly visible. Even though I wore the sweater unbuttoned, it was still enough to cover my such that I was “decent”, at least using my definition of the term.

Under the skirt was a black thong. It wasn’t one of my more revealing ones as it actually had enough material in the rear to allow it to cover most of my ass crack. A pair of 4 inch sling-back heels finished off the outfit. A pair of pantyhose would’ve probably made my legs look better being it was December, but other than not being tan I thought they looked good enough go bare.

“So ... what are we hiding behind here?” he used as he pulled my sweater to the side, revealing my boobs, “A little snug, don’t you think? And transparent too!”

The tone of his voice made it easy to recognize he wasn’t critiquing me, not by any means. He quickly replaced the sweater before anyone caught he ogling his daughter’s boobs.

“Yep, nice outfit ... hot but just enough to keep it wearable in public.”