He seethes. “I don’t trust him. I’m not leaving you at his house for an hour, let alone for days.”
“Look, I know you don’t like other men looking at me, but I’ll be fine. He’s probably gay anyway, and even if he isn’t, Sophia will be there. And there will be other dancers, too. I won’t bealonewith him.” Even as I say it, I’m not sure it’s the truth but I need this to happen. “You think I’m the only one applying for this?We’ll all turn up, spend a few days at his mansion or whatever, I’ll make some new friends, and then I’ll get the chance to make all our dreams a reality. Won’t that make you happy, Daddy?”
He growls. “What would make me happy is knowing that you’re safe and close. I’m going to sit outside the house in my car the whole time.”
“No, you’re not.” I laugh. “Seriously, what do you think this is, like, the Bates Motel or something?”
I climb into his lap, and feel his bulge harden against my bottom. It’s nice.
When I turn and take hold of his neck, pulling myself to his face for a kiss, I wriggle just a little, knowing exactly what I’m doing.
“Daddy, please, let me do this. I promise I’ll be a good girl. And since I’m not going to be here for a few days, let’s do something special together before I go.”
I’m using all my powers of influence and manifesting. I wiggle against his erection, poking my bottom lip out for good measure.
He’s still frowning, but his eyes soften when I cup his face in my hands.
“Pleeeeeassse?”
He releases a low growling breath, his jaw set hard before he asks, “What do you want to do, baby?”
I shrug. “Something Mom would hate. Pizza?”
I pull the trump card. Hitting him where he can’t resist. Rubbing on his dick, a pouty lip and the offer to eat.
The manipulation may not have been pre-meditated, but I still feel a tinge of guilt when he finally nods.
“Fine. Pizza but I’m picking the place.”
“Where is everybody else?”I ask as we walk through the doors. Uncle Rye’s arm is around my shoulder. I’ve never heard of this restaurant before, but it’s big. “Is that a ball pit?”
“I paid them to clear the place for us. No way I’m sharing you with anyone else.”
I take in the huge, warehouse-like space. There are climbing areas, video games pinking and chiming, a stage with animatronic animals and a slightly lost-looking lady in her late thirties at the counter trying to act professional as she looks me up and down.
Daddy insisted I wear a yellow and pink polka dotted dress he had delivered with white Converse high-tops. Something I’ve always wanted but mom said they weren’t good for my feet. Or, they were boy shoes depending on her moon. I love the mix of what he picked out. It’s very…me.
If I was allowed to be me before.
“Welcome to Marvin’s Marvelous Magic Pizza Palace,” she says, forcing a smile. “I’m Maggie and I’ll be your server for tonight.”
“I’m El—”
“This is my daughter, Allegra,” Rye says, cutting me off. “We’d like two large veggie and pineapple pizzas, iced tea as well and bottled water.”
Twenty minutes later, I’ve exhausted myself on the play equipment, and I sit down at the table opposite Rye before he scowls and nods toward his lap.
I switch places and his arm wraps around my waist, pulling me across his thighs so I’m sitting sideways on his legs.
He picks up a slice of pizza and brings it to my lips, but I frown as I turn away.
Telling him I wanted pizza and actually eating it are two different things.
“I know this was my idea,” I say, “but Mom really will be pissed if she gets home to find I’ve put on weight. And with the dance stuff still going ahead tomorrow and everything, perhaps it would be best if…”
“You’re having pizza.”
“I like salad. Really, I do. And it’s going to be so much easier if Mom comes home to find I’ve stuck to my diet. You don’t want her to go off on you, do you?”
