Her father jabbed his crotch yet again into her hand. It was the fifth time this evening. She had actually made a mental note of each one as it occurred. She just could not understand him. It was like an idea just popped into his head, that made him think she had somehow backtracked on her promise to get him off.
As a matter of fact, it was just two damn nights ago when she eagerly nodded her head over and over at his crushing demand before he clicked away to purchase the plane tickets. She even gave him a fast, little grope through his pants for good measure!
But the agreement was that she would jerk him off back at the hotel during Mom's shower, after they had returned after the show and dinner.
They had just now gotten into line at this upscale Michelin-nominated steak house that was three blocks up from the theater where their show just ended. The Broadway play was simply marvelous, there was no other way to put it! This was their second attendance at the same show even. They came to see their first one like four years ago. But that was before this bullshit pandemic, when she could pay for her own damn airfare and what not. But then Covid murdered the business back at the little taco place that she and mom ran quite successfully since the middle of 2018.
It felt like the actors put 300 percent into it. You could feel their energy just wash over you and hit you in the gut. Everyone in the audience did! The applause and cheers throughout therefore were totally at another level. Our eardrums were a bit kaput by the end. But we had a grand time! And it was surely nice seeing people still staying positive and strong, and trying hard to restart a near normal life as the pandemic still hangs about.
Rebecca was literally hard-pressed herself at the moment by yet another unabashed poke from her needy father.
She heaved an annoyed sigh and slowly turned around to him rolling her eyes.
"You don't need it right here, right now--do you?", she whispered sarcastically.
It was at this same time that mom turned around to excuse herself to the restroom, saying "Hey, you two get seated first. I will look for you guys!"
It must be the latte she'd gotten right before the show at a corner cafe across the street. She had complained about a funny aftertaste, but downed it anyways despite that.
Donald eagerly hurried his wife on, "That sounds marvelous!"
But as it turns out, he was not even speaking to her; he was responding rather to his daughter's amusing reply. He looked around to see that there was no one behind him, but still two parties ahead of them.
He curled his arm around his daughter's waist and pulled her into him. He then grinned and led her eyes to the neat tent in his trousers.
He pressed a kiss into her cheek, and whispered "You're one kinky bitch--aren't you, Sweetie?!"
He took two fingers to his zipper, and flagrantly led it down ever-so-slowly while throwing his hips out.
Rebecca almost screeched at the outright effrontery of her dad's unbecoming actions. She was silently awed by this impossible man. He was hilarious. He was dangerous. He was sexy as hell!
She was besides herself, finding herself totally smothered with lust and absolutely ready and willing to extricate the man juice out of this sick bastard's aching balls.
"Yup--that I am, Sir! Absolutely, man!"
Don let out a proud little giggle as his baby playfully elbowed his side.
Rebecca kept a constant eye out around her as she began her naughty work. The big window looking out into the street was a bit worrying.
