Bring Your Daughter To Work ((LitShark & SannaBlonde82))

[UnHolyPimpHand]

By the time they arrived at the restaurant, Evan was relieved to get out of the car and have Ozzy pass off the keys to the valet—he’d have to find another way for him and Sanna to get home. Ozzy had been doing bumps of cocaine off the side of his fist for the entire drive over and was visibly agitated by the time they arrived. He clapped his hands together repeatedly, as they moved away from the vehicle, clearly very excited for their meal.

“Fuck yeah!” Ozzy all but shouted, startling a nearby well-to-do old lady, “I’m goddamn starving! I could eat a whole goddamn veil calf right now—Fuck!”

The old man to match the old woman came from inside passing Ozzy with a disapproving look as he wrapped his horrified wife in her arctic fox shawl. They must have been drinking with their dinner because something made the old man feel brave.

“I beg your pardon, young man—but there is no need for that type of language or that volume of voice. There are ladies here.”

“Oh yeah, Jeeves the butler? How about—fuck you! Huh? How’s that volume language?”

Evan held Ozzy back with a forearm, he was jumping and shouting and even spitting as he tried to fight the older man. Evan was able to wrestle his arms around his friend and turn him toward the restaurant.

“Sincerest apologies, sir. My friend here… he’s just very enthusiastic about French cuisine,” Evan smiled, trying as usual to excuse Ozzy’s behavior.

“Yes, well… I made my fortune in the sixties, young man and I know all too well what causes that kind of enthusiasm,” the old man remarked, somewhere between commissary and condescending as he helped his wife into their Rolls Royce which the valet had rushed to the front, “and it isn’t escargot.”

“I got your enthusiasm right here—you limp-cock motherf—"

“Mister Walker! Please, come inside, don’t get excited. We’ve got your table all ready, the best in the house—please,” Henry (pronounced ahn-ree) the general manager intercepted Ozzy and led him inside, his antics were well known to the staff, as he was a regular, “I have your favorite whiskey already at your table, please.”

As Ozzy was led inside, Evan waited by the entrance, looking for Sanna. He was actually looking past her until she smiled at him—he could barely recognize her in her new clothes and makeup. It was enough to make his cock swell just slightly in the leg of his slacks. He cradled her face in his hand and kissed her sweetly but deeply, his other hand passing smoothly over her exposed back.

“My God,” Evan remarked with a gasp after the kiss broke, “you look incredible. Ready to eat?”

 

[SannaBlonde82]

"Yeah... well, honestly I'm not that hungry after your crazy lunch today.. but.. this place.. I've heard great things. So I'll have to force something down!"

Evan's kiss had taken her by surprise but as his lips parted from hers, she realized how great it made her feel and how totally natural it was for him to kiss her like that. 'I mean, in the course of one day he's fucked my brains out twice and my god all the other things that has happened...' Sanna thought to herself as he took her hand and led her in.

As she entered, she wasn't sure on what to focus on. The bright, massive chandeliers in the ceiling, the velvet red walls, the perfect professionalism of the waiters, the round tables with glittering crystal glass and silky white tablecloth?

Or should she focus on the eyes on her from other guests? This was upper-class New York and the guests were immaculate and posh and used to beautiful women - but still Anna's presence got attention and she could feel that they weren't necessarily looking at her face either. They were definitely not interested in what was inside her head, she knew that much. No. In here, a barely adult girl dressed like she was - she guessed that they were thinking something else. And that insight made Sanna's heart jump.

And as her heart jumped at this realization of herself as an object of the general public's sexual desires, she felt her thong ride against her pussy, and her legs stretch and her ass sway because of the high heels. Her breasts bare under the thin, black expensive material of the dress, rubbing gently but rhythmically against her nipples as she walked.

Sanna held Evan's hand harder and she looked at him. A perfectly looking man in a perfectly looking place. Was she his perfectly looking... girl? Was she.. his?

 

[UnHolyPimpHand]

Evan noticed Sanna’s sidelong glance in his direction—not fully understanding all that was behind it, to him, it just seemed a commonplace glance for reassurance, some confirmation from him that she belonged in this world. It was somewhat common for women that he took out to feel ill at ease in the beginning—that they were feeling not pretty enough or not rich enough or some other way inadequate to be a fixture in his glamorous life. He simply squeezed her hand back as they approached the table, where he pulled her chair out for her, inviting her to sit.

Evan moved his chair closer to Sanna at the table, gently sliding his palm onto her thigh under the table, caressing her casually as he responded to her remark about her appetite.

“Ozzy just likes this place for their bar menu, so don’t worry if you’re not starved. We’re probably just going to pick at some a la carte items, so just eat what you want. But we will be drinking…”

“Mademoiselle?” the waiter asked, well-practiced at picking up on cues from conversations that he wasn’t included in, “something from the bar, oui?”

“A Louis Thirteen for me, Garcon,” Ozzy crowed out of turn, always eager to buy the most expensive drink on the menu, “and the raw platter for the table. You like oysters, Sanna? Eh, well, it doesn’t matter, you’ll like these oysters.”

“Ordering off the menu again, eh?” Evan chided, his hand just faintly moving higher under the table, “I’ll have the Hungarian Absinth, thanks. How about you, gorgeous?”

Evan smiled, wanting badly to make Sanna feel more at ease. Ozzy, on the other hand rolled his eyes and leaned over to do a bump, not trying very hard to disguise his actions. When he sat back up he had a dusting of white powder left behind on his upper lip. He drank from his water furiously for a few moments.

“Maybe don’t do that at the table, Oz…” Evan remarked through the side of his mouth.

“Oh please, they don’t care. They get shit like this going on all the time. How about it, Blondie? You like to party too?”

 

[SannaBlonde82]

"Not like that I don't..."

Sanna looked at Ozzy, stunned at what he was doing, openly snorting coke. In a place like this!! How could he? It wasn't that she was completely naive to drug use, she'd seen guys (and even a girlfriend)do a line or two at parties, even ecstasy. And weed of course. She hadn't ever tried anything. A tiny part of her was curious. A very tiny part. Mostly because of that girlfriend, a girl she in other ways liked and respected..

Evan's hand on her thigh felt good. It shouldn't. And it wouldn't have 24 hours ago, but since then Evan had done such dirty things to her that.. well, the hand on the the thigh was just the entrèe. Like the oysters, which Sanna actually wanted to taste. And champagne? To the oysters? Of course! She'd never lived the luxury life, but she was well aware of what it's signatures were and she wanted to try them. Some of them at least, she thought, looking over at Ozzy's powdered nose.

 

[UnHolyPimpHand]

Ozzy turned up a corner of his lip and took an extra snort in response to Sanna’s objection. It ought not to have been a surprise that the daughter of pathetic Bob Cross had a stick wedged firmly up her backside—but what a backside it was! Ozzy could think of several ways to work at dislodging the stick from her ass, if given half a chance. For now he just sipped the champagne to chase down the bitter mucus dripping down the back of his throat.

The coke was already making Ozzy feel amped up, adrenaline pumping through his veins and his brain just dumping pleasure and euphoria chemicals into their receptors like a drunk gardener. He snatched a raw oyster from the iced tray before the waiter even set it down onto the table and slurped out the meat loudly, following it up with more champagne.

“Exquisite as always, garcon,” Ozzy praised the waiter as he set the shellfish down, only barely noticeably talking faster than normal, “I think we’re going to need some more champagne, and probably Scotch, too. A bottle of Pappy should do the trick.”

“Of course, Sir,” the dutiful waiter nodded before taking his leave, leaving behind the oysters and three freshened crystal glasses of French champagne, “will there be anything else?”

Evan scarcely noticed the waiter’s presence, as he’d taken to meticulously preparing one of the half-shelled oysters with horseradish, malt vinegar and hot sauce—each in the tiniest measure, just for a hint of flavor. Once the oyster was ready, he held it up to Sanna’s lips, feeding it to her gracefully as his other hand moved higher up her smooth thigh, just lightly lifting the hem of her already short black dress.

“Here, give this a try. They overnight them from the Arctic Circle and keep them alive, right up until plating. It makes them a little harder to open, but that’s why they charge so much.”

By now, Evan was gently tracing the outline of Sanna’s warm, moist pussy lips with the tip of his pinky finger through the lacy surface of her expensive panties. The more his fingertip passed over them, the more Evan was fixated on these new panties. The feel, the design—he wondered inwardly what color they were. A new mystery to ponder as his finger circled the outline of her sex…

 

[SannaBlonde82]

Ordinarily of course, she would have made a big scene of shellfish being imported from the arctic to a fancy restaurant just to please the tastes of the filthy rich - probably lecturing them on the unnecessary cost, the negative impact on the environment flying aeroplanes back and forth for such things..

But no. As she saw Evan prepare it for her and she lifted it to her mouth, these ponderings were just a fleeting ghost in the back of her mind. And his fingers.. please god haha no..! Sanna pushed at his hand, which was useless. She swallowed the delicious oyster, and felt Evan's fingers again. She looked around, surely the other guests were wandering what the hell was going on at their table. Of course everyone had taken note of Ozzy's behavior, but maybe at the next table they would also see Evan's hand between her legs..??

Sanna took a sip of champagne and looked at Evan.

"Please.. not here..." She pleaded in a whisper.

 

[UnHolyPimpHand]

“Relax,” Evan whispered back from the corner of his mouth, using a champagne flute to disguise the movement of his lips, “it’s just a little tease. Don’t freak out.”

While he whispered, Evan slipped his fingers inside the exquisite panties that Sanna had bought for herself. Under the table he was getting rock hard, feeling the sheer, lacy blended fabrics of her seductive choice in underwear. As Evan saw it, everything Sanna was wearing belonged to him, as he’d bought it for her and if he wanted to strip her bare and take her right there on the floor, it was his right as her employer and lover.

He was entitled to access to her body since he had clothed her.

Evan practically forced the oyster into her mouth to quiet her complaints which frankly were making him question if he’d been too impulsive, inviting her into his inner circle. Perhaps he should find an excuse to dump her back with her father before they made their way to the nightclub. Perhaps he could wrangle up some fresh talent before he went back to work and fucked Sanna again the next morning.

Ozzy, on the other hand, sensed the subtle dynamic shift and was eager for an opportunity to wedge himself between the new lovebirds. He saw the opportunity to play Knight in Shining Armor—a game he knew well how to play.

“Sanna, darling. Won’t you come to the bathroom with me, we can—ahem, powder our noses.”

Evan’s glare was venomous as he shot eyes across the table at his business partner, friend and sometimes rival. This was a tired game in Evan’s opinion, the back and forth competition between them had been ongoing since they were both young together in private school. Whenever one would get a girlfriend, the other was endlessly trying to steal her away. Whether for the sake of protecting a friend, proving a point or trashing the poor girl’s reputation—the result was always the same.

“Come on,” Ozzy remarked, reaching for Sanna’s hand while avoiding Evan’s glare.

 

[SannaBlonde82]

"What? Look.. no.. thanks but no thanks..."

She wasn't really sure if her turning down Ozzy's offer was borne out of wanting to be loyal to Evan or not wanting to do coke all of a sudden. Because honestly, somewhere inside, she was curious what all the fuss was about when it came to cocaine. But here, with him?? No thanks.

As Sanna turned him down, pulling her hand back from where Ozzy was trying to grab it, she felt Evan explore her even more deliberately now. Jesus christ. She turned to him, her lips slightly parted, thinking of what to say but not coming up with anything to articulate the arousal she felt. All she could do - and it wasn't deliberate - was to part her legs a little, giving him better access.

Perhaps she should have gone with Ozzy anyway, she reflected as she saw him walk off to the restrooms, looking back and smiling at her.

 

[UnHolyPimpHand]

And so it was, through the rest of the appetizers, through entrees, apartif and into dessert. Evan continued to play with Sanna’s inexperienced body under the table, teasing her, keeping her wet, keeping her struggling against her own climax…

When Ozzy deemed that he’d had enough of the chocolate lava cake with Dom Perignion sorbet, he tossed his cloth napkin onto the plate and pushed his chair back from the table. He sighed loudly and unbuckled his belt.

“So, where to next? Ruby Road? The Powder Room? Or maybe we should show our new employee of at The Torn Stocking…” Ozzy smirked, giving Sanna a penetrating look that was almost routine between them by now, “I’m sure she’d be really popular with… that crowd.”

Evan removed his hand from under Sanna’s dress to physically wave off Ozzy’s suggestions like he was batting at flies.

“No clubs for me tonight, I’m spent. In more ways than one.”

“Ah, bullshit. You’re getting old, E Man. What about you, Pretty? You still got some energy left to turn up?”

“She’s going home with me,” Evan interjected abruptly, “…or, if not that, I’ll give her a ride back to her place. She’s not ready for the club scene yet.”

“Don’t you think we ought to leave that up to her?” Ozzy smirked, it wasn’t often that he got to argue the pro-feminism side, “what do you say, Sugar?” Ozzy was using nicknames because he’d genuinely forgotten Sanna’s name, “ready for some more fun?”

 

[SannaBlonde82]

Evan's incessant touching had almost become too much for her, she was actually relieved when Ozzy's talk about clubbing forced Evan's hands to leave her body.

So there were three choices. Spending the night with Evan - at his place wherever that was - felt wrong, mainly because how could she explain that to her dad or her boyfriend, not coming home, at all?? It had been an absurdly strange day, and she'd done things she'd hardly ever even dreamed of. Maybe it was enough now, with Evan...

Going home was probably best. But the thought of going to a club did excite her a bit. Maybe it was the alcohol, and how dressed up for a night out she felt, and... yeah. There was that, the arousal in her. Still. Sanna couldn't make her mind up.

"Geez... I'm not sure, guys..."

 

[UnHolyPimpHand]

“It’s decided then!” Ozzy exclaimed in triumph, “the club it is! Glad to see that Old Man Evan isn’t aging you prematurely with his lameness.”

“We’re the same age, asshole. Plus, since we’re talking about ages, our friend here isn’t twenty-one yet and might not get in. Did you think about that?”

“Come on, that ass in that dress—the bouncers will trip over themselves to let her in. I’m starting to think you’re worried she’ll find someone better at the club. Is that it, Easy? Worried that you’ve outkicked your coverage this time?”

“Please… I’m more likely to find a better option at the night spot,” Evan quipped back, only realizing a moment later how his words might affect Sanna, “I won’t though. I’ll arrive with you, I’ll leave with you as well.”

It was a hasty and perhaps ill conceived, but Evan felt the need to make some kind of promise to Sanna after implying that he could do better at the club. Ozzy just laughed and tossed some bills onto the table to cover the bill.

The trio left the restaurant to share Ozzy’s rented town car which took them across the city to the front of the massive, red-lit Ruby Road nightclub. The line of people trying to get in wrapped halfway around the building, but Ozzy seemed to know the bouncers well and approached them as friends as the town car let them out next to the door. Ozzy embraced the tall bouncer and both commenced clapping one another on the shoulder.

“Terry, you big, black, ashy-elbowed son-of-a-bitch—how the fuck you been?”

“Ozzy, you Casper-the-Friendly-Ghost-lookin’-ass, white, bean-pole-sprout ass bitch! What the fuck are you doin’ showing your face around here again after what happened last time?”

“Forgive and forget, right? Water under the bridge!”

“More like puke under the bridge…”

“Either way, we’re both over it so long as it’s under the bridge.”

“Yeah, so long as it stays under the fucking bridge. And who is this fine lookin’ honey you’ve got with you?”

“She’s actually Evan’s kill—for tonight at least. He saw her first. Welcome change, I imagine—us arriving with some trim instead of just leaving with it.”

“I’m sure you’ll find a way to be a drain on my party anyway,” the bouncer, Terry continued to joke as he opened the ropes, “two bottle minimum for VIP tonight.”

“Only two? Inform your near-nakedest bottle girls that Papa Ozzy has arrived.” Ozzy let the way into the brightly lit, pulsating dance club, packed with bodies and sound. Ozzy steered the crew upstairs to the VIP Suite.