"D..daddy!"

Chapter 2. Date at 8

As the elevator doors open again I speed walk to my door, thankful it was the first one on the left. I could feel the man standing close behind me as I patted my pockets searching my key. After finding it, I quickly get the door open and walk into the newly furnished home. It was still fairly empty aside from what furniture I could bring with me and my boxes of unpacked belongings. I set the boxes I was still carrying on the kitchen counter and move so the man could do the same. "Th-thanks for all this help," I smile while watching him, my cheeks still red from nervousness that he's seen the dildo. He hadn't mentioned it yet which only twisted my stomach with more worry.
"No problem sweetheart," he says while looking down at me, sending my heart racing as my mind filled all kinds of fantasies. Suddenly my mind snaps back as I realize my eyes had wandered down his body and rested on the outline of his bulge in his shorts.
The man's rich voice sends chills through me as he speaks again, his expression casual as if he hadn't noticed my staring, "Why don't you come to my place tonight for a welcome drink?"
"I..I um. Y-Yeah, okay," I manage to stutter out. Goddamnit Alex, pull yourself together, I internally scold myself.
My body jolts with sensation as the man leans his sweaty body closer to mine, my nose filling with his amazing smell, "Mm perfect, I'll see you at 8." With a slight smirk on his lips, he leans even closer to whisper in my ear, "Wear something sexy underneath for me." My face goes red again as I watch him walk away to see which apartment he goes to, pulling my shirt down over my crouch to hide how turned on I'd gotten.

Nervously I glanced at my phone to read the time, my heart racing seeing it was 7:59. Wearing my nicest grey button-down shirt and black pants with a pair of matching dress shoes I look over myself in my full-length mirror, wanting to impress the man. After smoothing back a few stray hairs I leave my apartment and lock my door behind me. For a second I stand frozen in front of the man's door almost too nervous to knock. Finally, I work up the nerve and lightly tap the door with my knuckles. After a few seconds, I hear the man's voice call out from inside, telling me the door was unlocked. Hesitantly I open it and walk inside, surprised at how nice the apartment was.
It had an open floor layout and much more space than mine did. To the left was a barrier that matched the of the place and to the right was a walkway that went into what seemed to be the kitchen with an island top. Opposite was a nice looking grey couch with a large tv mounted on the wall across from it. Down another small hallway were three doors. One was a bit smaller which I assumed led to a bathroom. There were two other doors, one slightly ajar that appeared to lead to the bedroom and the other closed with a knob that had a lock on it.

My thoughts snap back to me as the man emerges from the bedroom and starts walking towards me. Slowly my eyes trail his body, admiring his light grey suit and pressed white shirt. My eyes meet his as he stands in front of me, smiling as he looked down at me, "I'm glad you came. Please, come in and make yourself comfortable." His large body moves to the side so I can move further into the home. Standing this close to him makes me feel instantly nervous, my mind filling with fantasies again of him using my body how he wanted. I shake my head slightly to clear my head before stuttering out, "O-Okay. Thank you s-sir.."
"Please, call me Will," he says as he watches me walk to the couch. I can feel his eyes on my body as if focusing on my ass, making me blush again. I sit down and get comfortable as he walks into the kitchen. "So, what would you like to drink?" he asks as he opens a cabinet and pulls out a bottle of whiskey and a glass.

"I can't drink, sir. I'm only sixteen." I replied while turning to look at him, seeing him freeze up before looking me up and down then smirking.

My face goes red again when he speaks, "Goddamn, you don't look sixteen. And I didn't think sixteen-year-olds had dildos like that." The statement catches me off guard and I try to gather my thoughts, "I...I can't fit it all the way in though." I sound almost as if I'm wanting to prove myself to him, his aura making it nearly impossible to lie somehow.
"Wow," he smiles and chuckles softly, "Well, I can still make you something other than alcohol."
I smile back at him but too nervous to look him in the eye, becoming a bit turned on again, "Y-Yeah, c-can I just have some cold water please?"

"Sure thing sweetheart," the smile doesn't leave his lips as he gets a second glass from the cabinet. Filling both with ice he fills one with whiskey and the other with water. Following him with my eyes I watch him walk to the couch and sit close beside me, setting both drinks down on the coffee table.

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