Daddy's Plaything

Chapter 2

Alex lied comfortably under the sheets, the warmth of the sun glistening on her porcelian skin. She peaked open her eyes and glanced at the clock which read 6:30am.

Her tummy began to rumble. She wondered if eating was worth getting out of her comfortable spot. Turning over, she slowly crept out of bed, shuffling downstairs.

As she turned the corner she found Mr. Anderson in the living room. He was sitting on a chair in the living room lifting weights. He wasn't wearing a shirt, and as he slowly lifted the dumbbells, Alex could see his how huge and toned his muscles were.

She stood there watching him for what felt like hours. Seeing him like this moved something deep down inside of her. A feeling she'd never experienced before. She was completely turned on and she couldn't turn away from the sight before her.

"Good morning Alex," Mr. Anderson smiled looking over at Alex.

She caught herself and snapped out the trance, slightly blushing.

"Hey," she quickly waved to him and hurried off to the kitchen.

She grabbed herself some fruity pebbles to satisfy her hunger. She figured it would be best to eat upstairs. The last thing she wanted to do was run into him again and feel like an idiot.

As she was pouring her cereal Mr. Anderson walked into the kitchen still completely shirtless.

'Geez you could at least put on a shirt when you have company over' Alex thought to herself rolling her eyes, annoyed at him for being so damn irresistible.

"Fruity pebbles. Some things never change," he chuckled shaking his head. "So Alex, watcha been up to? It feels like I haven't talked to you in years."

Alex looked over at him. 'Ugh that smile! What is wrong with me? Why does even the simplest thing he does make me weak at the knees?' she thinks to herself.

"I've been great. School is good. I can't wait to finally graduate," she said doing everything she could to avoid eye contact. She felt she could get lost in his eyes and she didn't want to freak him out by staring at him.

"That great. Alyssa wrote me a letter saying you guys made the cheerleading squad and that you're the leader. Congratulations!" he walked up to her patting her on the back.

She gasped as soon as she felt his touch. Just having him stand so close to her made her feel hotter than the sun. He noticed her reaction. He scooted away from her, a smile on his face.

"What's wrong Alex? You used to adore me. Now you can barely look me in the eye," he smirked.

'That bastard. He's messing with me. It's obvious that I have a crush on him. Well two can play at that game.' she thought.

She looked him directly in the eye, "I'm sorry Mr. Anderson. It's just really hard to focus when you have no shirt on. I mean, how comfortable would feel I didn't have my shirt on?"

And for the first time he looked and embarrassed and flushed. She noticed him take a quick peek at her chest but then quickly look away.

He cleared his throat, "Yes you're right. Sorry Alex. See you around." He quickly turned and left the room.

'Ha! Now you know how uncomfortable you make me!' she thinks, smiling, internally giving herself a high 5.

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"Alex you're here!" Alyssa said excitedly opening the door and ushering her inside. "We need to practice. The pep rally is next week and there's a move I just can't get right!"

"I got you girl. Let's do this!" Alex walks inside Alyssa's house, both of them wearing their cheerleading uniform.

"I thought it would be a good idea to have an audience to help me, letting me know if they think I'm doing good so I invited my parents to watch us and give us input," Alyssa said walking in the living room.

Alex groaned internally. She didn't want to see Mr. Anderson. She wasn't sure if she felt comfortable shaking her hips and dancing seductively concidering how she felt about him. But she's a performer and he's going to the pep rally anyway to see his daughter so this practice actually might help.

"Mom! Dad! Alex is here!" Alyssa shouts.

"Oh I'm sorry baby the hospital called so I have to go. But your dad will take over. Love you," Mrs. Anderson hugs Alyssa and heads out the door.

"Alright. I'm ready whenever you are," he said with his award winning smile taking a seat on the couch.

Alex and Alyssa got into positions. "1! 2! 3! Go!" Alex shouts as they start their routine. Bearly seconds into their dance Alyssa's phone rings.

"Hello? Jason! Hi! No I'm not busy. What's up?" Alyssa trails off to her bedroom. Alex follows her.

"Hey! What are you doing? We're supposed to be practicing!" Alex pinches Alyssa in the butt.

"Hey Jason can you please hold for one second?" She holds the phone to her chest. "Come on Alex you know I've had a crush on Jason for the longest time. Just go finish the routine for my dad he really wants to see it. I'll be down in a bit." She turns away from her and heads into her room.

Alex sighs and heads back to the living room.

"Alright Alex looks like it's just you and me. Show me what you've got!" He cheers her on making her smile.

"Alright! 1! 2! 3! Go!" Alex shouts. She twists, swings her hips, claps, jumps, hitting every step perfectly. She had always been an amazing dancer and the routine that they had to do was pretty sexy. At one point she needed to bend over slowly and shake her ass.

Mr. Anderson was in a complete trance. Mrs. Anderson had been avoiding Mr. Anderson's advances. It had been a week since he'd been home and 4 years since he's had any action. He wasn't sure if it was just because he had blue balls but watching Alex do her dance made him feel something. Something he should not be feeling.

He placed one of the pillows on the couch over his erection. He was flushed and turned beet red. He wanted nothing more than to leave the situation but he didn't want to raise suspicion so he let her finish before clapping and heading straight for his office taking the pillow with him.

Alex was confused wondering why he left so abruptly. She thought maybe she didn't do the dance right and he thought she was a complete idiot. She hung her head in shame and headed up to Alyssa's room. Alyssa was still on the phone so Alex just decided to head home.

On her way down the hall, she walked past Mr. Anderson's office and stopped once she heard a strange noise. She quietly pressed her ear against the door trying to listen. She heard moaning.

Confused, she slowly opened the door, peaking inside only to find Mr. Anderson standing in the middle of his office, stroking his cock. Alex, shocked, quickly and quietly closes the door.

She left their house and headed straight to her home next door. She ran to her room and closed her door. She threw herself on the bed and started to think.

'What the hell was that? Why on Earth would he do that right now? Is he some sick nymphomaniac? The only thing that happened before he left for his office was...oh...' and then it struck her. The dance that she did effected him. Her insides jumped with delight at the revelation.

'So he does feel something for me. I knew I wasn't crazy. But it doesn't matter. Alyssa is my best friend. She always comes first.'

From that point on she made it a point to stay away from Mr. Anderson as much as possible.