Smutty smut slut

Just another delivery

Its been three weeks!

The club was closed a week after the last time I met him and I've been a hot mess since. I only half thought Daddy meant it when he said the club was not safe, but what on earth happened?

I stumbled home after another night of hanging out at a different bar or club and just not being interested in anyone. Regular guys just seem to be boring in comparison to him.

Damn I'm pining for him.

It was past 2 am. I shut the door to my apartment, a little drunk and very horny, stripping off my shoes and clothes until I was just in socks and a pair of white cotton panties. Turning the lights off I collapsed onto my bed and let out an annoyed sigh. Why can't I just hook up with someone normal?

The room was dimly lit by the moon as I stare up at the ceiling and wondered if I should masturbate to another unsatisfactory end.

I was just sliding my palms down over my tummy when I heard the buzzing of my phone. Probably one of my annoying friends I thought turning my head to glance at it.

Unknown number!

"Daddy?' I whisper to myself and pick it up - staring at it. With a shaky finger I swipe to answer and whisper.

"Hello?"

"Mmm, how's my girl doing?" His voice is clear and teasing.

My heart starts to thud so loudly I wonder if he can hear it. It takes me some time to get words out but when they do they come out in a rush.

"Oh my god Daddy, I missed you, I came to the club but didn't go in, and it closed.. and.." Voice trailing off for a moment then continuing "..and I missed you - a lot!"

He chuckles softly. "It sure sounds like you missed your Daddy."

I can't help myself, his voice sounds deep and rumbly - my palm slides down over my stomach. "So much Daddy" I whisper.

"Why don't you come a bit closer to the window, and show your daddy, then."

The what? Is he here?

The thudding in my chest grows louder. I get off my bed and walk to the glass door that opens to my little balcony, the moonlight tracing my goose bumped bare arms as I place a palm on it.

"There's my little slut" His voice all growly. "Now open the door."

Oh god, he can see me!

I slide the door open and I'm greeted by the soft chill of the autumn night. Feeling nervous and more than a little worried about my neighbors, I step out onto the balcony.

Another growl that makes me clutch the phone tighter in my hand. I survey the street, but can't see anyone at all until suddenly two lights flash on a car across the street.

"Is that you?" I call softly into the phone, feeling increasingly breathless.

"Get onto the little table there" He says, ignoring my question.

I glance down at the table and the two chairs that fill up the tiny space on my balcony. The table is a little shorter than the railing and standing on it would lift me up onto full view of anyone on the street.

I take a deep breath and step onto one of the chairs and then the table, staring at the car that blinked its lights earlier.

"Good little slut" He says back, his voice sounds needy and insistent - I wish I could be there in the car.

"You can come inside? or I can come to you?" 

"No." He says and there's a pause where I can feel him thinking. Then after a few more moments he says again, louder and almost angrily.