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Authors: Cherry Lee

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Candy's Daddy

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters,
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Candy’s
Daddy

By Cherry Lee

 

 

Chapter One

Candy tugged the bodice of her
waitress uniform down and pushed her tits up higher. Didn’t matter. There
wasn’t enough there to ever make decent cleavage. But even the illusion of more
boobs made better tips

Giving up on her pathetic décolletage,
she leaned over the sink and gazed into the mirror as she traced her mouth with
pink. She pressed her lips together and pursed them at her reflection. A pretty
brown-eyed girl with bubblegum pink lips kissed back at her.

A quick brush of her long, brown hair
and she was ready to go back to work. She pushed through the bathroom door into
the noisy, steamy, crowded atmosphere of Jake’s Place on a Saturday night.

“Table three’s calling for another
round. Get your ass in gear!” Bets yelled as she hurried past with a
drink-laden tray.

“I’m coming. It won’t kill them to
wait a minute.” Candy drew a long breath and headed back into the fray,
counting the hours until close. In hard economic times beggars couldn’t be
choosers. She was lucky to have any job and she made damn good tips at Jake’s,
but Christ how she’d like to go out back and have a smoke. Or even better,
pretend to be sick and go home early.

The group of young guys at the table
she’d neglected showed their annoyance with surly arrogance, demanding a round
and when she returned with the drinks, claiming they’d all switched their drink
orders and she’d gotten it wrong. When Candy went back to the bar with the
rejected drinks, the bartender gave her shit, too. Pissed off and flustered,
she swore under her breath as she waited for the fresh drinks.

“Hard night?” The man sitting on the
end of the bar had a deep drawl that sent a little thrill through her.

Candy glanced over at him and was
caught in his dark, deep gaze. She scarcely noticed the rest of his appearance
his eyes so fully captured her attention. “Uh…yeah. Table three. Bunch of frat
boys with delusions of royalty.”

The man glanced over at them. “I know
the type.”

Once his eyes had released their grip
on her, she was able to take in the rest of him. He was a big man with broad
shoulders, not overly good-looking but not unattractive either. His hair was a
lighter brown than those profound eyes. But oh, that voice and those eyes alone
were enough to get her into bed. If he only knew.

He focused on her again and Candy
stopped worrying about whether the rejected drink order would be subtracted
from her tips. She stopped thinking about the bills she was behind on, her
broken car at the mechanic’s shop, and her job that barely put food in her
cupboards.

She leaned her elbows on the counter
and smiled at the stranger. “I don’t think I’ve seen you in here before.”

“You know all the customers?” he
smiled.

“We do have a lot of regulars. And I’d
remember you.” She heard her voice go flirty and breathy. She sounded as if she
was about twelve instead of twenty-five.

“You would? What’s memorable about
me?”

“Your eyes,” she admitted. “They…”
Look
inside me? See my soul?
Such poetic pretension wasn’t her style. “They’re
kind. You seem like a caring sort of person.”

“I kiss babies and puppies on a
regular basis,” he quipped. “You know, a guy prefers to hear that he seems
dangerous, wild, sexy. ‘Kind’ isn’t exactly hot.”

“It is to me.” She leaned forward
farther, letting him get a look down her tank top at what little she had to
offer.

Sal, the bartender slapped the last of
her drinks on the tray. “Jake’s going to hear about this fuck up. Booze ain’t
cheap.”

Candy glared at him, wanting to
explain again those pricks were just messing with her, but Sal was already
turning away, and he wouldn’t listen anyway. She picked up the tray and smiled
at the man on the barstool. “Nice meeting you.”

“But we haven’t met. I don’t know your
name.”

“Candy. I know it sounds like a
stripper, but I’m named after my grandmother, Candace. What’s yours?”

“Bob. When do you get off work, Candy?
I’d like to see you when you’ve got more than a few minutes to spare.”

Her eyebrows shot up. It wasn’t as if
she’d never been hit on, but the speed with which he shot past the social
charade and went straight to the heart of what he wanted surprised her.

“A few more hours yet I’m afraid.”

“That’s all right. I’ll hang around. I
think you’re worth waiting for.” The way he said it and the way he looked at
her made it much more than just a pick up line.

She grinned. “Well, okay then. That’ll
give me something to look forward to while I deal with these assholes.”

He raised a cautioning finger.
“Language, young lady.” His twinkling eyes belied his tone.

Candy gave him a saucy wink then
walked away, her hips swaying perhaps a little more than was necessary.

The rest of her shift, Candy stole
glances across the room or moments of flirting with Bob at the bar. She learned
he’d moved to the city recently for a job as an account executive for a
research and marketing firm. He liked hiking, sailing, bowling, reading, movies
and concerts, and some of his interests coincided with hers.

When she had a break, Bob went with
her outside. As she lit up, he shook his head. “You know those things will kill
you.”

“I’ve heard it said.” She took a deep
drag and let it go in a long, slow breath.

Bob didn’t say anything else, but she
could tell from his expression he didn’t find smoking sexy in any way. Her own
pleasure in it diminished, as she realized she wanted him to find her sexy.
Candy tossed the cigarette down and ground it underfoot. “I don’t need ‘em.
I’ve been meaning to quit anyway.”

“That’s good. I don’t mean to be a
bastard, but the truth is I don’t date smokers.” He focused that intimate gaze
on her once more. “And I’d like to date you.”

“Yeah? Kinda quick on the draw aren’t
you, pardner?”

He shrugged. “I know what I want when
I see it.”

Right then Candy knew they weren’t
going to pass go or collect $200 dollars. No casual dates leading up to bed,
they were going straight to his house tonight. And with this guy it wouldn’t be
a one night stand. She didn’t know how she knew all that, but instinct told her
Bob was something special and her life would never be the same after tonight.

The hours seemed to drag by until the
end of her shift, but at last she hung up her apron, leaving Bets to close. Bob
escorted her from the bar to the parking lot and for a moment they stood there.

“You want to go for a cup of coffee or
something to eat?”

She was ravenous, but for something
more than food. Candy shook her head.

“Use your words,’ Bob teased. “What do
you want to do?”

“Go to your place,” she answered
promptly, offering him as searing a look as he’d been shooting at her all
evening.

A smile transformed his somewhat
somber face. “Good. But you shouldn’t go off with strangers. Best call a friend
and tell them where you’re going.”

“Yes, Dad,” she drawled, both
irritated and touched by his paternal tone.

He quelled her with a look. Candy took
out her phone and called her roommate to tell her she might not be home. Bob
gave his address and phone number for her to pass along to Deb.

Candy hung up. “All safe and proper.”
But she knew he was right about the dangers of modern dating, and the fact he
considered her well being made her feel all warm and squishy inside.

“My car’s in the shop. I’ve been
taking the bus,” she told him.

Bob nodded and ushered her to his car.
He was a real gentleman, opening the passenger side door for her and even
leaning across her to fasten her seatbelt. Candy enjoyed the chivalrous
treatment. Most of the guys she dated didn’t offer that old world courtesy.
Maybe she should’ve been happy to be treated like their equal. Wasn’t that what
her feminist mother and grandmother had fought for? But there was a deep seated
part of her that enjoyed being pampered and cared for and treated a little bit
like a child.

The cool leather of the car seat
chilled the backs of her bare legs and its rich, scent tickled her nostrils.
When was the last time she’d ridden in a vehicle that didn’t roar and shake and
belch foul fumes? Gliding along in Bob’s luxury car was like floating on a
cloud.

“Nice car.”

“Thanks. It was a perk with my new
job.”

“Nice perk. You must be really good at
what you do for them to woo you like that.”

He shrugged. “I suppose. But I don’t
really want to think about work right now. Tell me more about you.”

She crossed her legs then made a bit
of a show of tugging down her skirt which rode way too high. She was pleased to
note Bob’s attention on her bare legs and the flash of her black panties. “What
you see is what you get,” she offered a not-so-subtle double meaning. “I’m just
a girl trying to make ends meet at a job I don’t really like. I mean, it’s not
like I dreamed of being a waitress when I grew up. But to tell the truth, I
wasn’t all that motivated at school, never found a field that made me think, ‘I
want to do that’.”

“Do you have family?” Bob asked.

“Yeah, my mom and Dad moved to Arizona a couple of years ago. I don’t see them much, but we have a good relationship—long
distance. And I have a sister in North Carolina and a brother in Washington.” She laughed. “Everyone went somewhere but me. I grew up here and guess I’m
staying here. I guess I’m not a fan of change.”

“Nothing wrong with that. Some people
like a comfortable nest.”

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