Chapter 12: Fine Dining

Part XI Character Refresher:

Josh’s Girls

Allison: Head of the household.
Beckie: Allison’s BFF and head of J-Drop business.
Callie: Charles’ daughter.
Jeniffer: Josh’s daughter.
Mikaela: Mayor’s bratty daughter.
Natalie: Tattoo-parlor owner.
Rina: Callie’s cousin.
Kimi: Rina’s twin sister.
Elena: Maria’s daughter.
Nira: Runs procurement for Beckie.
Josh’s Collaborators
Dana: Trust-fund manager.
Alice: San Francisco Mayor.
Maria: Wife of local studio head.
Sister Emilia: Trusted sister of the local religious center.
Sluts

Lainy AKA Slut One: FBI forensic accountant imbedded in Dana’s firm.
Julia AKA Slut Two: FBI field agent.
Anya AKA Slut Three: FBI field agent imbedded with the Russian cartels.
Antagonists / Others
Domingo: San Francisco drug-lord.
Sevana: Previous head of production and distribution for Domingo.
Davis: Dirty San Francisco police officer.
Mateo: Maria’s husband and local studio head.
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Getting Ready

Josh tilted his head, hoping that the different angle might somehow make this painting make any sense. Now, rather than a splotch of paint vaguely resembling a winding river with a melting ball of yarn attached, it looked like a long noodle slapping a bean.

Man, he just did not get art.

“Oh, yes, this is the one,” Mikaela said with a self-satisfied grin that he’d learned meant she was angling for something. “Mother will love this. You should get this one, Daddy.”

She was rubbing her thighs together, her hips swaying in a way that surely meant there was something more to this painting, but he just wasn’t seeing it.

Josh checked the name of the painting again.

‘Briser une Pute’.

Yeah, that didn’t help. Some kind of French dish maybe? Were noodles a big thing in France?

Josh was halfway through typing the name into his app when Mikaela snatched the phone from his hand and stuffed it down her shirt. She then tried to saunter away as if she hadn’t done anything.

Oh no, it was far too early in the day to be starting this up again.

“Mmmph!”

Mikaela’s squeal came out as a muffled whimper as Josh grabbed a firm hold of her butt, her left cheek held tight in his iron grasp.

“Give it back.”

“I don’t know what you’re—AH!”

She didn’t seem to care about the other couple perusing the paintings in the gallery, crying out as he squeezed her bruised little behind through her leggings.

Josh dragged her back to the painting, pushing her against the wall beside it and giving her sore cheek another squeeze.

“Why do you make me to do this to you?” he asked with a sigh. Her lusty whimper was a reminder of exactly the kind of attention she wanted.

“I’m sorry, Daddy,” she mumbled, her cheek pressed against the wall but that impish smile on her lips. “I can’t help myself. If you don’t give me enough attention, I lash out.”

Josh stepped behind her to shield the view, shifting his grip from her cheek to her crotch, his thumb teasing her rosebud while his index finger rubbed the outline of her clit piercing. He muffled her response with his other hand clapping over her mouth as she drooled, humping back against his hand.

“Hmm, must be tough not being the center of attention, huh?” Josh teased. She was rapidly soaking through those black tights of hers. “So, was this the plan? Have me show this nice couple behind us what a little brat you are?”

Her thighs squeezed his hand, her hips humping back harder as he ground his fingers into her sensitive spots. Her tongue lapped lazily along the hand over her mouth.

Josh glanced at the painting once more, checking the reflection of the protective glass to see where the couple had gone. The woman, perhaps in her mid-thirties, blushed furiously and averted her gaze, pretending that nothing was happening not twenty feet from her. The guy, on the other hand, kept darting glances over, his own hand occasionally twitching to his partner’s rear before shying away.

“Hnnnnnggg,” Mikaela whined, her teeth clenched as her legs shook harder.

She was close. She was grinding back so hard that his thumb was nearly inside her ass.

It was a calculated risk, taking his hand from her mouth, but she was more focused on getting off than on being vocal. He slipped that hand into her tight top, her nipple piercing rubbing against his palm as he cupped her lovely tit. He rolled that nipple to a strangled grunt from her.

“Too bad,” Josh whispered into her ear as he pulled his phone from its nesting spot in her sports bra. “Only good brats get what they want.”

The translation completely forgotten, Josh slid the phone into his pocket and left Mikaela panting and whimpering against the wall. Soft cries of “wait ... Daddy,” followed as she wobbled unsteadily after him.

Mikaela took an shaky step after Daddy, her pussy tingling from how close he’d gotten her to the edge. She’d nearly screamed in frustration when he’d pulled back, but that too was part of the fun. She nibbled her lower lip playfully, already anticipating how much more he’d edge her before finally letting her cum her brains out.

By the time she rounded the corner, Daddy was already at the register.

Oh, mom would love Daddy’s gift. It wasn’t every day that mommy dearest’s ‘Master’ made it so clear what her position was.

‘Breaking a whore’.

Could there have been a more perfect title? Oh, mom would know exactly what he meant. Sure, she still resisted, but deep down she knew what she was. Who she was. And she could display it proudly in front of anyone who entered the house now.

Mikaela grabbed on to his dangling arm, rubbing herself against it and nuzzling him like a cat in heat. She smirked at the girl manning the register.

“Daddy~, won’t you buy me something cute for tonight?” she pouted. “I don’t have anything nice for you. Or ... did you want me to be naked in front of everyone again?”

Why did his sighs always make her so wet? The way he rolled his eyes when she acted up made her stomach flutter. It was hard to decide which was better, for Daddy to punish her right there in front of others, or for him to pretend she hadn’t said anything as people averted their eyes and blushed.

“Huh, Da~ddy? Should I be a good little slut and kneel next to you at the dinner table~? I can suck your—Hng!”

Daddy’s finger dug into her crotch, pressing her clit hard and cutting off her sentence.

Ooo, Daddy was getting mad.

Mikaela ground her clit against his finger, nibbling his shoulder and staring down the cashier, as Daddy finished the transaction.

The space under Shandi’s covers was growing stuffy as she carefully wrapped it around herself. Barely any light made it through the thick blankets, cocooning her protectively and preventing the glow of the old phone from leaking through.

The phone was probably older than her, from some long-debunked provider, no doubt. There was no signal to be had, which was why her mom had probably left it unguarded in the attic. Shandi couldn’t risk connecting to the Wi-Fi, even if the phone could do that, not with her control-freak of a mother monitoring all forms of external connectivity.

Soft music played from the low-quality video on replay. How or why it had gotten on there was a mystery, but it was the only window she had to the outside world. There had been several files on the phone. Some showed scenes of kids playing in a park, something she’d never been able to do. Others showed recorded clips of TV shows she’d never seen, the audio so bad that it was hard to make out what was going on.

Those clips, though, weren’t the ones that fascinated Shandi. What she was after was the one that made her feel ... strange. The one she watched whenever her body began to heat up.

A pretty blonde, perhaps in her twenties, with long wavy hair down to her lower back lounged on her pool chair, her shirt cut at the midriff showing off her tanned skin. Large sunglasses covered her cute face, her tongue wrapping around the straw of her drink as she played with it. The camera panned down her busty chest, along her sleek lines, and down to her short skirt.

This was the part that she always replayed, an odd tightness in her gut whenever she watched.

Sleek fingers danced lightly along her bronzed legs as they slowly spread. The fingers dipped and flitted along her thighs, flashes of whiter skin teasing the viewer. A soft moan filled the space inside the blanket as the woman’s legs spread wider, those fingers now playing along the silky insides of her creamy thighs.

Shandi panted as she watched, entranced by how the woman began to tremble. Shandi clenched her hand, willing her fingers to follow along.

How many times had she seen this video? How many times had she almost worked up the courage to touch her legs like that?

But something always stopped her.

Shame? No, that wasn’t it. Only excitement filled her heart when she watched this short clip, wishing that it were longer.

Fear? Yes, fear of being caught. Fear of her mother finding out.

What would happen if she found the phone?

An involuntary shudder crept down Shandi’s spine as she turned off the phone, imagining the consequences. She listened intently for the creak of the floorboards outside her room, her own breath thundering in the confined space.

Best to hide it, lest her mother suddenly come in.

Shandi’s shoulders tightened, pulling her up into the proper seating position at the table as the telltale steady treads of her mother approached. Everyone had their own pattern. Her father’s was light and meek, as though he were trying to sneak in without anyone noticing. Her mother’s was authoritative and constant, like she always knew exactly where she was going and had no time for anything to distract her.

Shandi’s fingers flitted across her pleated skirt, smoothing out any wrinkles and pinching the material to keep the folds crisp. Her mother, ever the perfectionist, wouldn’t ever allow so much as a stitch to be out of place.

“Sit up straight, Shandi” her mother commanded, not even breaking stride as she walked by toward the fridge.

“Yes, mother,” she replied, keeping her voice so steady she sounded robotic. Anything more than that, and she’d be called out for talking back.

“Have something to tell me?” Her mother wasn’t even looking at her, busying herself with pulling ingredients from the fridge, but Shandi could still feel those accusatory eyes boring into her. Ever the officer, any question her mother asked might as well have come with a bright light from an interrogation room.

A brief flash of panic ran through Shandi.

No, surely this wasn’t about the phone. It was hidden under the floorboards of the bed. There was no way her mother would have found it.

“Yes, mother,” Shandi said, with only the slightest pause. “My math grade was substandard, but—”

“No excuses.” Her mother’s voice had the barest of edges to it that some might think of as mild disapproval, but to Shandi it was a screaming indictment.

At least it wasn’t about the phone.

“Yes, mother. I apologize.”

“Do better.”

“Yes, mother.”

Silence reigned as her mother proceeded to whip up her usual breakfast. A two-egg omelet with diced onions and peppers. No seasoning. Spartan, just like her.

“You haven’t trimmed Mrs. Johnson’s hedges,” her mother said, gazing out into the yard.

“No, mother. I didn’t have time—”

“You have time now. She is your elder, and you will do as she asks.”

“Yes, mother.”

The chair squeaked as Shandi got up.

The omelet continued to bubble around the edges, the center still runny as Mandi replaced the ingredients into the fridge. Someone had once again put the butter in the wrong place. At this point it had to be willful disobedience. Which only left one culprit.

Thomas.

The only time the man had a spine was when no one was looking. These little acts of defiance of his would be cute if not for his inability to look her in the eyes and admit it was him.

Mandi sighed as she closed the door. Twenty years was a long time to be married to a man out of spite, especially when he wouldn’t even stand up for himself. It had been a mistake to seduce him, but she’d really wanted to see the anger in Alice’s eyes as she took something from her, just like Alice had taken Dan from her that night.

It hadn’t quite been the same, but the venom in Alice’s eyes had been enough to mollify her. It wasn’t like Alice had even loved him. He had just been one of the boys that she had strung along. She’d only been using him because he had a nice car and came from a family that could grease her way into that private college she had so dearly wanted to get into.

Of course, then things had turned ugly. Things had been said, rumors had started up, and soon enough both their school lives had been ruined ... primarily at each other’s hands.

Mandi winced at the memory of their final blowout.

Alice had ruined Mandi’s reputation through her friends, leaving her with the stinging monicker of ‘whore’ for the remaining years of high school. Mandi in turn had made it her mission to expose Alice for the massive slut she was, going so far as torpedoing her admissions to that expensive college. Their parents had had to physically separate them before they killed each other.

That had been a long time ago, though. And fate, as it turned out, had a sick sense of humor. So here they were, working together, the hatchet buried ... though only in each other’s backs. As long as they kept things professional and civil, they could leave the past behind.

The omelet sputtered in the pan, each pop making her eye twitch as she thought back to those dark days.

Whore. Alice’s friends whispering behind her in the halls.

Whore. The side-eye as she sat alone in the cafeteria.

Whore. The graffiti on her locker with the snickering voices all around.

Whore.

Why had she agreed to this dinner? Just because Alice had been behaving herself recently, she’d let herself think that this was an honest attempt to extend an olive branch. They were just discussing funding. Alice wouldn’t do anything to endanger that, so she’d be on her best behavior.

The hedge-clippers whirred to life in the backyard. Shandi, with her brown hair held back in a ponytail, began her arduous work with Mrs. Johnson’s overgrown bush.

Mandi cocked her head thoughtfully, turning off the heat.

Alice wouldn’t be able to help herself, she’d definitely get some digs in while she and Shandi were there. A casual comment here, a joke there. Always something subtle.

But Mandi could do that too. If Alice had one glaring weakness, it was Mikaela. That trainwreck was a constant thorn in Alice’s side, and just the perfect opportunity to showcase Shandi.

Everything Shandi was, Mikaela was not. Respectful. Diligent. Obedient.

Homeschooling her had been a good idea. Shandi needed the structure and a watchful eye of a parent. Mandi had seen what the opposite had done to her niece. But Shandi would make a fine cadet. She never failed to listen to orders. Shandi was the perfect tool to put Alice back in her place if she so much as stepped a toe out of line.

Shaking the thoughts from her head, Mandi put the omelet on her plate.

She really shouldn’t be dwelling on these thoughts, but the dinner invitation was bringing up those old feelings again.

And what about Dan? Would he be there?

Why should she even care? He’d broken her heart that day.

Mandi barely tasted her meal as she watched Shandi clip the hedges, noting any mistakes to be brought up afterwards.

... did Dan still think about her sometimes?

Josh glanced curiously into the various display windows along the pristine, cobbled street, fancy storefronts as far as the eye could see. Neatly trimmed trees covered the sidewalk, rustling in the gentle breeze.

He’d never been to this part of town before. Probably for good reason. Until recently he wouldn’t have been able to afford anything here. Fancy art galleries, cute little wine bars, designer clothing stores and even a Ferrari store were here.

How the hell did they even get a car into the building? It almost looked like they’d had to build it around the car in the first place. It must be more of a showcase location, as people only stopped to look at it, rather than going in.

“Oh, have you picked out something nice to wear tonight, Daddy?” Mikaela asked. She was snuggled into him, his arm draped around her shoulder. She’d calmed down a bit since the gallery, but that impish smile of hers teased another scene in the near future.

“Not yet,” he admitted, going over an inventory of everything Allison had bought him. Mostly just comfortable clothes for casual days, nothing really fancy. “I’m really hopeless when it comes to fashion, especially something high-end.”

“Well, I know just the place then, Daddy. I think you’d look good in some designer wear. Oh! Do you have a three-piece suit, Daddy? God, I bet you’d look totally yummy.”

What even was a three-piece suit? Wasn’t it just pants and a button-up shirt?

Apparently, he was about to find out, because Mikaela dragged him into a store that must be expensive because only one other customer was there and they had three people swarming around him like a hive of bees.

“Oh, Daddy, mom’s going to cream herself when she sees you. She’ll be begging you to bend her over the dinner table and take her right in front of dad. Oh, speaking of mom, we should pick something classy for her as well.”

The woman being measured gave them a horrified look. If she’d had pearls, she might have been clutching them.

Well, that hadn’t taken long.

Mikaela squirmed in her seat, her wet little pussy drooling at the sight of Daddy as the outfit came together. Tailored pants that kept tight to his legs, his bulge comically interfering as a blushing seamstress tried to measure his inseam. She was steadily growing bolder in rearranging him in order to get her measurements with the occasional coy glance.

Then there was his shirt. He’d always had a good figure, but with a tailored shirt, his chest seemed to grow an inch or two. Whatever magic they’d put on the vest only left her licking her lips as it made his waist seem sleeker, so that his pecks looked like she could bounce a quarter off them.

“Oh, I could just eat you up, Daddy,” she said, causing all the attendants to pause and shoot questioning glances at one another. “Can you wear that the next time you fuck your little girl?”

Her tunnel clenched happily, her impish grin growing as he glared at her.

Uh-oh, Daddy didn’t like that.

“Behave.”

Mmm, that deep voice made her quiver and go all gooey.

“Yes, Da~ddy.”

Fucking hell. This girl. Standing there, nibbling her lower lip and batting her eyes like she couldn’t wait for him to go over there and discipline her. He’d need to get something to shock her with every time she acted up if he couldn’t slap her butt. Maybe a collar like the dogs have for invisible fences. Then again, if he did that, she might just end up screaming as she came.

“Um, we, uh, I think we have everything we need,” said one of the attendants awkwardly. “We can have this ready in a few hours.”

“Oh, yeah, thanks,” Josh said as the man helped him unbutton the vest. “We have a few more stops to make anyway, so we’ll swing by and pick it up.”

Mikaela didn’t give him any more grief when he changed back into his shirt, but only because she was brazenly running a finger across her hard nipple.

The girl did love to put on a show, even if it was just for him.

“You’re being especially bad today,” Josh growled into her ear as the attendants scattered, his hand gliding under her hair and grasping it at the base of her skull. She gasped as he pulled back, turning her face up to him. He ran his finger along her supple neck, pulled taut for him. “Do I need to find a way to silence you?”

“Yes, Daddy,” she said, her voice breathy and light. “I’m sorry, Daddy. I’ve been such a bad girl.”

He placed a soft kiss on her throat. “Such a bad girl.”

She shivered and whimpered in his arms.

“Now, let’s leave these nice people to their work,” he said, stepping away from her quickly and leaving her with a surprised expression, which melted into a pout. “You also need a dress for tonight.”

That seemed to be enough to forestall her whining. Now she just happily glommed onto his arm and pulled him out the doors.

“Ooo, I saw a slutty little number that I think you’d love, Daddy. One wrong move and my tits will pop out.”

He pulled her up short, just as she was about to drag him into a place where every mannequin seemed to be dressed in spandex.

“No, not for tonight. This is a nice dinner with your mom. You will be on your best behavior.”

“But ... Da~ddy...”

While it might be fun for her to be pushing buttons, a fancy dinner was not one of those times.

“No! I’ve been a good sport about this bratty behavior of yours but tonight is special. You will behave. You won’t make a scene. And you won’t whine about it.”

Oh, fuck. She almost came right then and there. Her clit was so hard that even the tiniest movement caused her piercing to vibrate and send her to the edge.

“O ... okay, Daddy,” she whimpered, burying her face in his chest. God, he smelled so good. “I’ll ... I’ll be good.”

Mikaela moaned into his chest as those big arms of his wrapped her up in a gentle hug. She struggled not to start humping against his leg.

“I know you will be,” he said, his breath hot in her ear. Shivers raced down her body as his scent filled her nose. “Good girl.”

That did it.

She clutched onto his chest, her knees growing weak as her pussy clenched as she came. She gulped air down, shaking in his arms as she clenched her eyes.

“Sh, sh, sh, that’s my good girl.”

A gurgled moan was all that came out as her pussy clenched again. Now all that held her up was his arms, protectively circled around her.

Had that been a little too harsh? She was shaking like a leaf in his arms. Brat play was kind of new territory for him, so he still wasn’t clear on exactly how much he should let her get away with. Maybe he should have been a bit gentler about setting the rules.

“There, there. Get it all out.” He rubbed little circles on her back as her breath steadied. She was still rubbing her face into his chest, likely wiping away her tears. “I know you can be a good girl.”

Ah, that was probably it. She likely hadn’t gotten a lot of praise growing up, so it was setting off something in her. She was whimpering again and clutching to his chest like a frightened child.

“Hey, how about we find you something real nice? Hm? Something that you could wear for a formal event but still feel like yourself. Does that sound good?”

She didn’t seem teary, but she was quite needy, tilting her head up for a hungry kiss. Her tongue ran lazy circles around his as she whimpered into his mouth.

Both thighs were wet now, every praise sending another streak of wetness down her legs, inching ever closer to her knees. Soon, she wouldn’t even be able to wear these leggings anymore without squelching with every step.

“How about that store down there,” Daddy said, inclining his head back the way they’d come. “I think I saw something that you’d like.”

“Okay, Daddy,” she said softly with a nod.

She snuggled into his embrace, his arm around her shoulder as they started walking back. Before she knew it, they were at the place, gazing up at the mannequin on display.

“What do you think, sweety?” Daddy asked, giving her a gentle kiss on the temple. “Is that something you’d like?”

Oh fuck, it was perfect. A burgundy, form-fitting, high-neck bodycon dress with detachable sleeves that left her shoulders bare and was just long enough to hide Daddy’s bruises on her butt, but short enough to hike up for him to slide into her wet cunny whenever he wanted.

“I love it,” she whispered, transfixed by the dress.

“I think my good little girl would look beautiful in it.”

Hng!

Mikaela leaned heavily against him, breathing him in as her pussy pulsed yet again.

She was walking on air as he took her in, the whole thing a blur as he picked out the one for her. By the end, she just sat in his lap and nuzzled into his chest contentedly as the attendant went to box it up.

“We have a bit more time,” Daddy said as he gently stroked her hair. “We should get something for your mother.”

A wicked smile grew on her face.

Oh, she knew just what to get for mom.

Alice could only stare in horror at the offending objects spread tauntingly across the mattress.

Special delivery.

From him.

She hadn’t even known they made black bodycon cocktail dresses, but now one of those models lay there for her, the bottom so short it barely covered her upper thigh, and the top with a swooping neckline for her tits to fall out of save for the thin fabric across the neckline holding it all together. Off the shoulder with no straps, just itching to slide down and expose her to the world.

And the dress wasn’t even the worst part.

A black, diamond-encrusted choker sat there, along with matching bangles and anklets. The imagery was clear. A collar and shackles for his bitch in heat.

Then there was the piece de resistance ... the lingerie.

He’d probably spent more on humiliating her than Dan had in twenty years of marriage. Black lace panties, as sheer as gauze, held together by a string of pearls that gleamed in the light. The front was the biggest piece of fabric and barely covered anything. The waistband sat high on the hips, the material coming down only to cover her manicured privates, before transitioning to pearls that ran all the way down until they met up with the waistband again.

The bra was no better, so sheer it might as well have been see-through. Pearls lined the tops of the half-cups so that with every breath they’d rub along her hard nipples.

And to top it all off, sheer black stockings to her thigh and six-inch killer stiletto shoes.

‘Dress for me, my little whore’ it screamed to her.

Her pussy twitched at the sight of the pearls that would be rubbing her wet lips and swollen clit all evening long. Her fingers ran along the impossibly smooth beads, her tongue darting out in anticipation.

“Miss Alice?”

Alice spun so fast at the voice that she nearly tripped over herself.

“WHAT!? Um, I mean, yes Lilith?” she asked, clearing her throat.

“There is a delivery for you downstairs,” Lilith replied, that cool expression and nasally voice remaining unchanged. “The de Young Museum has asked for you to sign for a piece. Apparently, someone has purchased it for you.”

Ah, yet another toady trying to butter her up. Half the pieces in the house had been similarly donated, and all came with strings attached. But that was the game.

“Yes, thank you Lilith,” Alice said, gesturing for Lilith to lead the way. She’d much rather deal with a donation than whatever game Josh was playing with that outfit of his.

Dan cocked his brow as Alice marched right past him, barely sparing him a glance as she did so.

She must be busy. It had been happening more often now, but her duties of office kept her bouncing between activities to no end. At times it felt more like they were roommates than a couple, always on different shifts and rarely spending time together.

That suited Dan just fine though. She still completely believed that he was working on his pet philanthropy project, and never even questioned why he was gone so often.

Late nights, weekend trips, whatever it was, Alice just ate it up. She’d smile and wish him luck when he drove away, all while he was fully erect at the thought of plowing his little slut downtown.

Alice was just oblivious. He could probably bring Kenzie into the house and Alice would just think she was his assistant. Alice just had her head in the clouds, always playing politics and building her ratings. Well, as long as she kept bringing in the campaign contributions, he really didn’t care.

Dan stopped at the master bedroom, slipping in quietly to retrieve his nice cufflinks. Truthfully, he barely used this room anymore. He had his own ensuite on the other side of the mansion that he used for ‘business’ and would often crash when he was ‘too tired’ to come back to bed.

It would be awesome if he could come up with a reason to have Kenzie here. They could set up a home office in the ensuite where he could lock the doors and bend her over the desk, all while Alice thought he was growing his business.

Just thinking of his blonde slut was making him hard again.

Dan searched the drawers, finally spotting the cufflinks and pocketing them before stopping at the bed.