The first time I saw her, it was like that scene from the movie, where Kevin Spacey sees the cheerleader, and she seems to glow. My travels took me through the town where my daughter was attending college, so I called to set up a lunch date. My daughter invited me to join her and her friends because they were about to get lunch. She was sitting across from me when I joined my daughter at their table. Her eyes were pure and round and she couldn't seem to stop watching my every move.
After lunch, I continued on my journey for work. The next semester, my daughter dropped out, moved back closer to home, and found a new set of friends. I see comments from some of her college friends on my daughter’s online posts, but never anything from the girl with the eyes. I didn't even remember her name. And then I got an unusual phone call from my daughter.
"Hey dad, remember Theresa, from Platteville?" she asked.
"No? Was she one of your roommates at the house?"
"No, she was there that time you met me for lunch at the student union. She sat across from us."
My heart skipped a beat. I knew exactly who she was asking about.
"I guess, but not really. What about her?"
"She ended up stranded at the Cook County Circuit Court building in Rolling Meadows. She remembered me saying I worked with you in Schaumburg one summer, and she was hoping I could come rescue her. Isn't that close to your office?
"That's about ten minutes from here. Do you want me to rescue your friend for you?"
"Please? She said she only needs a ride home."
"As long as she doesn't need bail money, I guess I can do it."
"Thanks! Love ya, dad."
It was nearly lunch time, so I skipped out of work early. My daughter texted me to let me know that Theresa knew I was coming.
I saw her before she saw me. She was standing at a counter in the lobby, talking to a police officer. In the years since I had first seen her, her style had matured, but her face was just as pretty. Her eyes were not nearly as bright as I remembered. At least they weren't until she turned as saw me.
She took a quick intake of breath, and a half smile lit up her face. Her beautiful pure eyes locked on mine, and she turned toward me as I approached. I stopped a respectable step away from her and the officer, but she stepped in close and threw her arms around me. I gave her a quick hug, but she clung to me far longer. I smiled an apology to the officer.
"I assume you will vouch for this young lady," he asked with a smile.
I had only met her once, five years ago. I know nothing about her, not even her last name. I would lie about nearly anything if I thought she would keep looking at me like that with those eyes.
"She's my daughter's best friend. Unless she did something really bad, I guess I vouch for her. What did she do?"
She finally released the bear hug she held around me, and although she stepped slightly away from me, she purposefully stepped under my arm.
"Nothing bad, sir," he said with a smile. "Our parking lot security detected a problem with the plates on the car she is driving. It's not a big deal, but she won't be able to fix it until tomorrow, and we can't let her drive it until she gets it fixed. I hope you understand."
I stole a quick look at Theresa. She was nodding at what he said, and she wasn't upset.
"I'm sure she will explain," I temporized. "Thank you for keeping an eye on her."
He and I smiled and shook hands, and Theresa let me lead her out to my car. I opened her door for her, and she followed me with those eyes as I walked around and got in.
"Will you drive me out Palatine Road to Barrington?" she asked before I even started the car.
"Hi, Theresa, good to see you," I teased. "It's been a while. What's going on in your life? What's the deal with your car?"
"Hi, um, can I call you Daddy? It's all kind of a long story. It will be easier to explain when we get to the house, so you can see. Are you in a hurry to get back for work?"
Technically, I get a half hour for lunch. My hours are not tracked, so I do take longer lunches occasionally. She was watching me with those eyes, and my heart skipped again.
"No hurries at all," I managed to say.
"Do you remember that day at lunch?" she asked.
"I remember the food wasn't very good," I answered. I couldn't tell her how many times I had fantasized about the way she had watched me. After a few months, my mind had found something else to obsess about, but I suspected that the obsession was going to be back.
"In four years of school, my father never once drove down to see me," she said. "Your daughter teased me about how I was looking at you. She said it was gross to have naughty thoughts about someone's dad. I wasn't having naughty thoughts, at least not then. I was enthralled with the way you treated your daughter. You hugged her hello, and you joked with her. You liked being there with her. You let her steal the last twenty dollars out of your wallet."
Her eyes dimmed, and a small frown creased her brow. "My father was never like that at all," she said quietly.
She tried to force a smile back onto her face, and she said, "My life took a serious turn after that day. I would never have guessed how the choices I made then would have led me here."
I wanted her to explain that comment, but we were getting close to her house, and she pretended that she had to focus on the directions. I had to trust her with where she was taking us. She entered a code on a keypad, and a gate let us into a rich person's estate. She had me park by the garage next to the big house. She used a keypad and a key to let us in. The place reeked of money.
She suddenly seemed nervous. I was out of place in such a nice house, and suddenly I felt nervous too.
"Daddy," she said tentatively, "I want to show you something." Her eyes were clouded with fear. I realized she was afraid to reveal something.
"Theresa," I said as I took her hands in mine, "are things okay for you here?"
The fear evaporated. It was replaced by something else, but I couldn't quite place it.
"Daddy," she said approvingly, "do you want to protect me?"
There was something about the almost formality of her question that almost gave me second thoughts.
"Is somebody hurting you?" I asked.
"Daddy," she teased, "will you save me from myself?"
"Tell me what you need," I answered.
"You won't believe me unless I show you," she said with a smile.
She took my hand and I let her lead me to what looked like a cellar door. The room we had entered into was a back entryway for the house. There was a short stairway up to the kitchen, and a long hallway that led to the front of the house. A small side room had coat hooks and brooms. A short stairway led down to a small landing and a plank door. Someone had installed a hasp and a lock on it. The hasp was open and the lock was hanging on the loop.
She pulled the door open, and we ducked down the a few more stairs into what I guess should be called a utility suite. There was a larger open room, with a desk and a bed. In one corner, a partial wall defined a space with a toilet and a shower. There was a chair at the desk, and a large wardrobe along the wall. There were padlocks on the desk and the wardrobe, but the locks were open.
Theresa looked thoughtful, but not afraid.
"What is this place?" I demanded.
"This was my home, until two weeks ago," she said calmly.
Nobody chooses to live like this. Some asshole put her here, and kept her here. That asshole was going to die if he tried to stop me from taking her out of here. She saw my posture and attitude change.
"Daddy, wait," she commanded.
"If you're not safe here," I started to say.
"We're the only ones here," she interrupted. "I need one thing right now, and I'm safe with you, right?"
She stepped very close to me, and put her hands on my chest. Her eyes were lit up and I suddenly recognized the fire of lust. We were very alone, and she was very close. My heart skipped a beat, and I wondered if she was safe from me. She saw me come to that realization, and her smile got bigger.
"Daddy," she said, "I need something, and you're going to help me."
She trusted me. She was safe with me. I nodded, because I didn't trust myself to speak.
"The man who lived here was Rutger," she said. "He had posted a job opening on a special site for colleges. I had interviewed with him about a week before you came to lunch. The job posting was for a financial accounts assistant. He planned to train the candidate to manage all of his assets. He did not include in the post that he wanted a surrogate daughter. Do you trust me, Daddy?"
My brain struggled with the unexpected question. "Sure," I replied.
"I need you to take off your shirt," she said with a smile. She walked over to the wardrobe, and removed some items that I did not see. I was struggling with her request.
It was a bad idea. That route would only lead to madness. My shirt hit the floor before my mind could invent another objection. She smiled and pushed me back until I sat on the bed.
"I saw you," she continued saying, "and I wanted a father like you. I thought that any father would be better than the one I had. I guess I was kind of wrong. The first couple of months were awesome. Rutger treated me like a daughter, and learning about his financials was exciting. There was a lot to learn. Daddy, put this blindfold on, please."
I wondered how I was supposed to watch her eyes, but I allowed her to tie it in place.
"I didn't know that he had been married, and they had a daughter. One day, Rutger was acting moody, and I found out that his wife and daughter had died in a car accident several years earlier on that day. I had no idea how to deal with a loss like that. I tried to comfort him. I ended up seducing him. Or maybe he seduced me. We had been drinking, so it's had to tell. Lie down with your arms up, Daddy, and hold still."
What on earth was she up to? She had moved to sit on my lap after she tied the blindfold on, and her hands had been caressing my shoulders. I am sure she could feel my arousal growing between us. My arousal should have evaporated when I felt first one hand cuff and then a second as she secured my wrists to the corners of the bed. It did not.
"The next day, Rutger blamed me. He called me nasty names. He informed me that he was going to have to treat me like the slut that I was. During the day, he continued to train me on his accounts. He even gave me full control of some of them. But at night, he was my master. I was his slave. Lift your butt, Daddy."
She had already worked my belt, snap and zipper loose. There was no chance that I would stop her. One tiny voice of reason made me talk.
"Theresa, are you sure?" I started to ask.
A loud crack echoed around the room as she slapped my stomach really hard. It didn't really hurt, but it stung like hell. It also startled the crap out of me.
"Daddy," she said sternly, "I thought you were smarter than this. We have started a little game. From now on, you will call me 'Missy', because I am your Mistress, and I am in charge. You will do what I tell you to do, no questions. Now lift your ass!"
I lifted my ass. She made me naked. Her tiny hands caressed the shaft of my cock. I couldn't remember the last time it had been that hard.
"Rutger died two weeks ago. We had just finished a huge financial deal, and he chose to celebrate with the most aggressive sex I had ever seen him attempt. He gave himself a brain aneurism, and he died on top of me. I'm sorry Daddy, but I will need you to stay hard."
Honestly, I was concerned for her. What a tragedy the last couple of weeks had to have been for her. I was not sure what I could do to help, and then her mouth engulfed my flagging cock, and I couldn't think at all. In moments, I was as hard as I have ever been.
"Well this isn't right," she said with a giggle. She moved away from me and I could hear her taking her clothes off. She continued her story as she undressed.
"I couldn't bring myself to cry. Our lawyers pushed a grief counselor at me, and after I shocked her by telling her all of the insane things I had let him do to me, she suggested that I needed to find a way to let those feeling go so I could mourn him properly."
Her tiny hands caressed my stomach and then cradled my cock.