family setup

"Tsk tsk," Michael said, his grip on her hair tightening as she kept sucking on his dick. The light was still red.

He forced her down on him, holding her there, his cock filling her throat, her nose jammed into his dark curly pubic hair. He waited until she tried to push up and off him, and continued to hold her there, choking her with his dick!

"Let me make one thing very clear. If I let you out, there is no getting back in. Not into my car, and not into my house." He sneered, savoring the way she struggled.

Finally, he let her up and off his cock. "Now, be a good girl and show the boys those tits."

The guys next to them, of course, were hooting and hollering at the sexual display.
 
She'd nearly thrown up on him gagging so hard. She sputtered and gasped for air. "If you ever..." She started while using the back of her hand to wipe her mouth. She we beet red and furious. She was tired of being threatened and she half wanted to bite his dick when he pulled that.

The glint in his eyes made her furious. She knew she looked absurd and her makeup was probably smudged or gone. She had no fail safe or back up plan. She had to be smart she didn't want to be on the streets. She turned around and flipped her top and bra. Her perky tits exposed to the stranger.

The guys were cheering. She stayed put for a mintue then shoved her shirt down. Turning she hissed at Michael "it's green. Go."
 
Michael laughed as the guys cheered, and chuckled at her indignation and anger as he hit the gas and drove through the intersection, making a left turn onto the main road and cruising into their gated, suburban neighborhood.

A few minutes later he pulled the car into the garage and shut it off, letting the garage door close behind them. He still had his cock out, and it was still standing at attention.

"So are you going to make me cum here or would you rather finish this in my bed?" he asked with a self-righteous smirk on his face.
 
"Here."

She answered quickly. She had no desire to be alone with him in her house. Especially not with his dick throbbing for attention. She got into position again her belly over the center console. She wrapped her Lips around him and returns to her previous pace. Drooling, sucking and moaning to get him off.
 
She was quick to get back to it, and Michael's cock was quick to respond to her slobbery ministrations. He groaned in pleasure, now that he no longer had to be concerned with keeping his eyes on the road, and took the opportunity to run one hand through her hair, and the other started exploring her body, squeezing her firm round butt and groping at her breasts, hungrily.

He felt, soon enough, his balls clench up and his cock throb and spasm in her mouth. "Oh fuck that's it, don't stop, suck it all down like a good little slut..." he insisted, groaning as his dick started to spew forth his seed into her hot mouth...
 
She tried to ignore his hands groping at her. He pinched and fondled and it only drove her to finish faster. She new what was coming and she really didnt want it. She wanted it over but she hated swallowing. She'd done it once to see what it was like and decided then and there not to do the again.

She gripped his knee as he let her know it was time. She didn't pull away for fear he'd force her down again. It was disturbing to feel him pulse in her mouth. Then the taste. She had to swallow more than once and groaned.

It was like he was saving it for her. When he finished she drew back and cringed swallowing again. There was still cum on his dick and on her lips even after swallowing three times. She wiped her mouth glaring at him she asked "We done?"
 
Michael leaned his head back against the headrest, his heart pounding hard in his chest, watching as she swallowed down his jism, some of it still dripping down her lips before she wiped it away.

"Yeah, we're done. At least, until you decide you need some money," he said, glaring right back at her, making sure she understood the power he had over her.

He smirked, stuffing his softening cock away back into his pants. "So I guess you can let me know when you are ready to have a life again," he said to her.
 
Days past. A few of them with her sulking in her room. She could go out on a guys dime but the fear of getting in a situation where she'd need help kept her insecure. He never touched her or said anything he was just waiting for her.

After a week she started making calls and asking for favors. Finally she decided her best bet was to go back to selling. The saying "It takes money to make money" was never truer then when you were dealing. She had the hook ups now she just needed the cash.

She had been talking to herself in the mirror for an hour trying to get up the guts to do what she had to do. She had a nice white sundress on with white flip flops. She put her hair in pigtails and took a couple of breaths. If he wanted a baby girl she could do it. She took another deep breath and forced a smile.

She scurried down the stairs calling out "Daddy?" She got to the bottom and went to his study. She saw him looking at her surprised. She kept her smile on "could i have some money Daddy." Her smile didn't waver but she thought she might get sick. She couldn't pull this off for long so she'd just come right out and asked
 
Michael raised an eyebrow when she came into his study, having dolled herself up... and immediately asking for money. He leaned back in his chair, turned himself away from his computer, and took a good look at her.

And then he laughed at her. He had left her alone to stew after the roadhead incident. He was hungry for more of her, of course. Her curvy, young form was absolutely delectable. But... he was going to make sure he got the better end of the deal, every time.

"You're pathetic," he declared, shaking his head and turning back to his work, typing out yet another email to the director of his most recent film.

"What do you think you need the money for?" he asked her, even as he typed away, only (seemingly) paying half-attention to her.
 
"You're pathetic,"

His insult actually stung. There was no reason to say it he just wanted to hurt her. She had to calm herself. She was at her wits end and he was throwing low blows. She smoothed out her dress when he looked away.

"Silly stuff. Maybe some new makeup, I have to get my birth control refilled, I need new panties, that sort of thing." She moved and sat on the edge of his desk. She swung her feet gently "pretty please daddy."

She was smiling so hard her teeth hurt. She couldn't and wouldn't say daddy again. Maybe it was time to look into being a stripper
 
She sounded like a damn teenager. She was dressed like one, and acting like one. He typed out one last sentence and hit "send" before turning to face her.

A smile crawled across his face.

"Let's go shopping, doll," he said, standing up and grabbing his keys and wallet. He thumbed the remote start on the Audi. He took her hand. He smirked at the look on her face. "I'd love to buy you make up and... panties. Maybe a few other things," he said, his eyes lingering on her for a long moment.
 
Damnit!

"Thanks...." Her smile wavers but she hops down and takes his hand. Goosebumps run over her arm. Not only is she not getting money but she just agreed to go panty shopping with him. Her hand was small in his. It reminded her of how easy it was to wrap his hand around her neck.

He ushered her to his car and her knees felt weak. Just seeing his car made her stomach turn. No one should be able to cum that much. He was sweet holding open the door for her and not being suggestive as they drove in silence. She thought they'd go to a mall, instead he took her to a lingerie boutique. He held the door open for her and she wondered how fast she could run.
 
He took her to a high end lingerie shoppe. She would have looked damn good in anything from Frederick's, but he knew she would appreciate the feel of the more expensive fabric and tailoring.

He had been to this shoppe before, of course, and he knew what he was looking for. His already intimate familiarity with her body led him to the exact right sizes for her, and in the course of a few minutes had already selected several different bras and panties for her.

An hour later, they were walking out with two shopping bags full of tiny garments for her, as well as one tiny shimmering blue "dress" that barely covered her ass and had more cleavage going on than she even knew she had at her disposal.

He insisted she wear it out of the shoppe.
 
She could barely move. She was forced to inch along not being able to spread her legs with out a butt cheek falling out. The lingerie was nice but nothing she could hawk for money. If anything he'd Been dressing her up and forcing her to play nice.

Again he opened the door and she got in. She shut her knees tight trying desperately to keep the dress over her. She couldn't wear panties they showed through the dress and he insisted.

"Are we going home?"
 
"Yes," he said, "but only for a bit. I need to clean up, and then you will be accompanying me to a party."

He made a right turn into a bank parking lot, pulled around to the ATM, and within moments had withdrawn a few thousand dollars, from what she could see trying to look over his shoulder.

"If you're a good girl tonight, for me, you'll get your allowance," he said, noting the look in her eye when she saw all the money he was pocketing.

"You'll look great in that dress," he said to her, smirking as he drove back onto the road towards home.
 
He promised her, her allowance if she just did a round about with him. He even gave her $200 up front. She'd texted her dealer to meet her at the house he said they were going to. She knew it well she let him know the back door to slip in to.

She promised her dealer the $200 up front and the rest later. Double stacks of ecstasy she could peddle that easy in the club. It had taken Michael nearly an hour to get ready. When he got down she was surprised to see her actually looked really attractive. The attraction didn't last long with how he Leered at her breast falling out.

They made it to the party is record speed. She was chauffeured around by him he just introduced her by her first name. Left off the last name and the fact she was his daughter. The fact everyone was actors or directors no one batted an eye on the fact it looked like he brought a hooker.

"I have to use the restroom I'll be right back." She said in the middle of a conversation Michael was having with a fellow director. She figured it was a safe bet he wouldn't follow if he was occupied.

She slid out the back to find Angello. "Damn Mami how come you never dress like that for me?"

She laughed and kissed him on the cheek "because papi you can't afford me to." He laughed and it made her feel good. He was good people.

She handed him the $200 and he slipped something into her palm. "Four double stacks boo. Take one for a clear high, take two if you want to party hard and take three if you want to make an ass out of yourself." They laughed and said their goodbyes. She shoved the pills into her clevage and walked back to the house.
 
"Excuse me, need to check on my date," he said to the director he had been chatting with, as his phone buzzed in his pocket. He had kept his eye on Anita's departure, and she hadn't headed towards the restrooms.

He checked his phone. He had received a message from Kenny Fredericks, an actor he had helped along the way.

It read: Your date just stepped out back. Pretty sure I just saw a drug deal happen. Prob wanna keep an eye on this one.

It included a video. Michael ducked into the bathroom and watched it. The audio was pretty clear, and the exchange was visible. Kenny must have been sitting on the back porch when she walked out there, and she hadn't noticed him.

Michael fumed. She was going to use his money to buy a bunch of candy? He wasn't about to let that fly. But now... now he really knew how badly she needed the cash.

He smirked. This night just got a lot more interesting.
 
Anita felt much better about things. She had gotten a few looks but there we res woman there much hotter and others dressed much sluttier. She winked at some guy on the porch and headed in. She saw Michael coming her way. He was smiling and for once the didn't phase her at all "hey daddy, sorry I just needed some fresh air." She said daddy with some serious sass and a smile.
 
"Sure you did," Michael said, looking her up and down as she approached him. The bratty way she said Daddy had sent a rush of blood to his crotch.

He turned and looked over and saw Kenny sitting there, an amused, maybe even stoned kind of look on his face. "Kenny! Good to see ya! Have you met Anita yet?" Michael introduced them. Kenny told a funny story from the set of the movie they'd worker on together, and then excused himself to head back into the party.

"I hope I get to see more of you later," he said to Anita with a wink before slipping past her.

"Hang on just a second," Michael said to Anita as she made to head back into the house as well, stopping her. He waited until Kenny had gone inside, then his eyes locked with Anita's. His fingers slid up along her dress and hooked in the fabric at the V of her pushed-up cleavage, and pulled her to him.

"Is there something you need to tell me?" he asked. His fingers already discovering the plastic baggie with the drugs...
 
Had he said "want" She would have told him no immediately. Saying "need" and feeling his fingers pinched around her package didn't make her sure what to say. She would have shrugged to dismiss him but her dress was already close to coming off.

She grabbed his wrist "sorry Michael it's not coke." She kept her voice low even though no one was around. She knew the Hollywood types were crazy but she didn't need to blow up their spot.

"I know you love shoving shit up your nose but it's just beans for a party im going to later." She lost the daddy angle she couldn't keep it up when she was mad.
 
"Beans, huh?" Michael replied, his eyes narrowing as he looked at her. His other hand grabbed her at the wrist and pulled her grip off him, and then pulled out the little baggy of drugs.

"Molly?" he asked, even though he already knew the answer. He smirked. "I hope it's good stuff," he said, opening the bag to pull out one of the four pills, and promptly popped it in his mouth and washed it down with his rum and coke. He grinned, and then pulled out another one, and looked at her. He held it up in front of her face.

"Open up," he ordered, eyes locked with hers. There was no way he was letting her go to any other party tonight, of course. At this point, there was no way he was even letting her out of his sight! After seeing that video, he had a pretty good idea what she was planning to do, and that just wouldn't fly.
 
"Are you fucking crazy?" She lost her composure "it's not molly it's just dirty X it's strong but I have no idea what it's mixed with!" They were double stack. Mike easily had 50 pounds of muscle on her. With one he'd be happy and enjoying life, for her she would probably be an oozing mess.

She was a coke head and never did beans. Especially not dirty ones. If it was mixed with heroin she'd be making love to everything if it was speed she'd be tweaking In the corner. Gid help her if it was meth. He grabbed her face and shoved the pill in her mouth as she yelled.

His massive hand easily covered her nose and mouth. He pinned her against the wall the acidic chemical taste burning her mouth. She had no choice. She swallowed. He released her laughing as she grabbed his drink to wash it out of her mouth. He kept laughing "very funny asshole."

He showed his hand, he only had one left "did you just give me two?" His smile confirmed it "I have to throw up." She tried to run but he grabbed her and held her against his body.

She didn't want to get anyone's attention because she was still doing something illegal. She tried to jerk free "your friends are going to see me as a fucking mess!" He released her and she realized that's what he wanted.

"Please....daddy. let me throw up and I'll do ANYTHING you want." She tried to contain her loathing. She gripped the kitchen counter her eyes pleading with him. She didn't know what he wanted but she'd taken his force over an unknown substance any day.
 
Michael shook his head and wagged a finger in front of her. "Oh no, no no no," he said. He leaned in close to her. "See, we have a little bit of a trust issue here. You say you're going to the bathroom, and instead you wind up spending my money on drugs." He glared at her. "So I don't think I'll be letting you out of my sight for the rest of the night. That would be terribly irresponsible of me, don't you think?"

"And besides, I think you'll do everything I tell you to anyways, unless you want my good friend Detective Burton down at Vice to know about your friend with the hook-up."

He watched her seethe with anger and frustration. He pocketed the last pill, and pulled out his coke bullet. He gave the device a little twist, and then raised it to his nose and took a snort off it, getting a blast of powder coke up his nose.

"This should really jump start your evening," he said. "We can do this the easy way, or the hard way. Up to you."
 
He was trying to kill her. She was sure of it. But why? The threat to rat out her dealer was a nice touch. It felt like he was destroying any escape she had. She shook her head no at his bullet. She couldn't take the chance.

She was already starting to feel her role. She did the only thing she could think of. She pushed his hand out of the way and moved forward to kiss him. She locked lips with him and found his groin stroking him outside of his pants.

She broke just and inch from his lips. "Please daddy I'll be good." She bit his lip softly "I'll prove it, please no more." She was so scared even to her she sounded sincere. She coaxed his dick gently. When she started to feel a little dizzy she paused and felt her lips that were starting to tingle and just looked up at Mike hopeful, knowing her pupils were probably massive already.
 
He was about to be upset that she declined the coke, but then she was not only kissing him, and groping his crotch, but even begging him not to make her do it. He could see the fear in her eyes, even as her pupils dilated with the rapidly-acting double dose of Ecstasy.

"Good," he replied, bringing her to him for another kiss, savoring the feel of her firm breasts against his chest, even reaching down to grab her butt over the skin-tight tiny dress. His tongue invaded her mouth and he felt his passion and desire growing significantly in his pants.

Then, satisfied that he had gotten her riled up, he led her back into the party.

The party seemed to have transformed over the past half hour. What had been a more upscale event had changed into something more akin to a frat party, as the younger crowd of up-and-coming actors and producers started to show up. The music had been turned up, a DJ spinning something Michael would expect to hear in a club. He wasn't totally out of his element, by any means. He rather enjoyed seeing the younger Hollywood talent let their hair down and party hard.

"Time to play your role," he said in her ear, as they found themselves in the middle of the dance floor now. He smacked her ass. "Let's dance."
 
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