Daisy and Melody went to a strip club and pretended to be workers for a few hours, only to eventually return to Melody's house to count their money in her room. They remove their robes, tossing the bills around as they laugh and chat about the wild night they had. Their giggles fill the room as they recount the drunken compliments and lewd suggestions thrown their way.
The adrenaline of the night still courses through Daisy's veins, making her feel alive and free from the weight of her troubles.
John hears the laughter from the living room, and his curiosity gets the better of him. He opens the door to Mel's room, and his jaw drops at the sight of Daisy in nothing but her some skimpy lingerie, money scattered everywhere.
She looks up, her eyes wide with surprise and a hint of fear at being caught. But instead of anger, John's eyes darken with a different kind of emotion, his gaze lingering on her bare skin.
The tension in the room spikes, and Melody notices, a knowing smile playing on her lips. "Uhh... Hello, Captain."
John clears his throat, trying to compose himself. "What's going on in here? Why do you two look like strippers, and why is there money all over the floor?" His voice is tight, his eyes flicking between the two of them.
Melody jumps up, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Oh, it's just a little side hustle we picked up. Daisy needed to blow off some steam, and I figured, why not make some extra cash doing it?" She winks at Daisy, who's trying her best to shrink into the floor.
"Eheh..." Daisy gulps nervously, her cheeks flushing a deep red as she searches for the right words. "It was just a bit of fun, Captain. Nothing serious, I swear. We went to the club, pretended to work there, and just kind of... let loose." She tries to laugh it off, but the tremor in her voice gives her away.
Melody nods in agreement, her eyes darting between her friend and her father.
John's gaze lingers on Daisy's body, his mind racing with a whirlwind of conflicting thoughts. He tries to look away, but he can't help but admire the curves that the money clings to, the way her skin glows in the soft light of the room. He swallows hard, his mouth suddenly dry. "You... you did what?" His voice is hoarse, and he clears his throat, willing his thoughts to behave.
Daisy looks up at him, her eyes searching for any hint of disapproval, but all she sees is raw desire. She bites her lip, the silence stretching out between them like a tightrope.
Melody, ever the peacemaker, jumps in. "It's all just a bit of fun, Dad. You know how it is. Sometimes you just need to let your hair down and do something crazy to take your mind off things. Right, Dais?" She nudges Daisy with her elbow, and the two share a knowing look.
Daisy nods, a small smile playing on her lips. "Yeah, just a little... stress relief. Nothing to worry about." She stands up, the money cascading down her body like a waterfall of blue, red, purple, and orange.
John's eyes follow the trail of cash as it pools at her feet. He tries to shake off the images that flood his mind, the memories of the way she looked at him the night before, the way she felt in his arms. He clears his throat again, his eyes darting back up to meet hers. "Well, I suppose everyone needs to blow off steam once in a while. Just be careful, okay? I don't want either of you getting into trouble." He forces a smile, trying to keep the conversation light despite the heavy weight in the room.
Daisy glances at Melody, surprise and confusion written all over her face. She thought John would be blowing a fuse after discovering his daughter and her best friend practically snuck into a strip club, pretended to work there, danced for money, and then came home half naked and tipsy. But his reaction is the opposite of what she expects. He seems... intrigued?
"Yeah, Dad, it was totally wild. You should have seen Daisy strutting her stuff. She had all those guys eating out of the palm of her hand!" Melody laughs, tossing a wad of cash into the air.
"Shush!" Daisy stuffs a few dollar bills into Mel's mouth as she struggles to get the large stilettos off her feet.
John's eyes follow the money as it floats down like confetti, brushing past Daisy's stomach and thighs. His heart skips a beat, and he feels his resolve waver. He's not blind to the beauty of the young woman before him, and the situation is doing weird things to his head. He tries to keep his voice steady, but it's difficult. "So, what's the plan now? Just going to count your earnings and call it a night?"
Daisy nods, trying to act nonchalant. But she can feel his gaze on her, and it's making her skin tingle. She quickly scoops up the cash and starts counting, her hands shaking slightly. "Yeah, we just want to get our money sorted and then I'll head home, I guess. I've got glitter in places it's not meant to be."
Melody winks at Daisy, a mischievous glint in her eye as she playfully grabs a handful of the cash and starts tossing it into the air again. The bills flutter around like leaves in an autumn breeze, the two friends giggling as they watch them fall.
John's gaze follows the money, his eyes inadvertently tracing the arc of Daisy's breasts as they bounce with her laughter. He swallows hard, his thoughts racing with a mix of anger, confusion, and something... else. He tries to push it down, but the sight of her, so carefree and alluring, is too much to ignore.
"Girl, let's count this money so I can go soak in a bubble bath," Daisy says, trying to regain some semblance of control over the situation. She starts to gather the bills, her eyes avoiding John's intense stare.
John clears his throat, trying to shift the focus away from Daisy's half-nude form. "You know, I'm gonna go to bed now," he says awkwardly, trying to find an excuse to leave the room without making it obvious that he's affected.
Melody rolls her eyes but nods, understanding her father's discomfort. "Sure, Dad. Have a good night." She smirks at Daisy as she stands, wrapping the robe around her friend's shoulders. "Come on, Dais. Let's get you dressed before you start giving my dad heart palpitations."
"Oh shut it, Melon."
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𝙲𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚑𝚎̀ 𝚃𝚒𝚝𝚕𝚎 | John Price
FanfictionDaisy Penelope Bloom, a young American woman living in Liverpool, Britain, across from her best friend Melody Price. Mel's father, John Price, has been away on a year long mission. When he returns, he finds his daughter all grown up, and his daughte...