He Called Me Kitten Pt 01

Daddy was buying me a silk dress the first time he called me "Kitten".

We were at Lolabee's, and the owner had dispatched a tall redhead to assist us the moment we entered the foyer.

"My daughter will have a dress from your summer line," Daddy said.

Sadie, according to the name tag clipped to her low-cut blouse, caramel brown and emblazoned with white mandalas, didn't glance at me as she approached. There was a glint in her eyes as she appraised my daddy.

'Slut,' I decided.

Her tongue peeked from between her pink-shaded lips as she extended her hand - with a business card between two scarlet nails. "Welcome to Lolabee's. My name is Sadie, and I'll be delighted to be of service."

I tapped my foot to get her attention, but her green eyes never shifted away from my daddy's six foot-plus inches frame, his broad shoulders, his salt and pepper short hair and beard, and I swear I saw her nipples twitch beneath the nearly sheer fabric of her blouse. C-cup, at the most. Smaller than mine.

Her gaze lingered on his bare left hand, and I saw her raise the flirting power of her smile.

'Gold-digging slut,' I amended mentally.

I stepped between them, forcing Sadie's attention away from him. "A sundress, Daddy? Or cocktail?" His eyes narrowed at my choice of words, the slight emphasis I placed on the first syllable, and I controlled a shiver.

He would punish me for my behavior later.

"An evening dress," he said to Sadie, though his eyes remained on me. "Silk. Unlined. Above the knee." His hand reached out and lifted my jet-black hair away from my waist. "Deep blue, or emerald, to set off her hair. My Kitten has magnificent hair, wouldn't you agree?"

Goosebumps danced upon my skin at my new pet name. I smirked at Sadie, while she agreed with him like the subservient worker she was. 'Kitten' rolled off his tongue like black magic and rich cigar smoke.

He paused and looked at the consultant's name tag--

Or was he noticing her nipples poking towards him?

-- "Sadie, is it? Bring us three choices. We'll be at the fitting room."

I looked over my shoulder and smiled as Daddy took my elbow and guided me towards the private room at the back. "Kitten?" I asked, trying for a sophisticated tone as we approached the wall of mirrors and the dark wooden door.

"Today is a special day. I decided a more....grown-up...name is appropriate." His eyes traveled over me, from my eyes down to my black sandals. "You are still my Babygirl, though."

I shivered again, warmth building with my body. "I will always be your girl, Daddy. No matter how old I am."

Daddy's smile was the sun, banishing clouds as he leaned down and placed a kiss on my forehead. "Yes, you are always my special Princess. And today..." Strong fingers tilted my chin upwards and I thrilled to the touch of his lips upon mine.

"Today is the beginning of a new stage in your life."

I trembled, and lifted up on my toes, trying to recapture his lips as he raised his head.

His finger touched my mouth and he gestured to the oak door. Turned the handle and revealed rows of angled mirrors and gleaming silver rails. "Step inside. I'll send..."

"Sadie," I said.

"Yes. Her. I'll send her in with the clothes. You get undressed." His hand was warm on my lower back, and he closed the door behind me before I could object.

I unbuttoned my pink sundress and hung it over the padded mannequin next to the bench.

"Take your bra off, Kitten. Leave your panties on. I want Sadie to check how the fabric fits your skin."

The heat inside me clenched tight at his words. Daddy was always so specific with me, telling me exactly what he meant. The way he spoke the word 'skin' made my imagination race.

I hurried to follow his instructions as a murmur of voices outside warned me that Sadie had arrived with the dresses.

She slipped through the door, blocking my view of Daddy, and laid two green and one blue dress across the chrome bar on the wall. "He is a handsome man, your father," she said. "You are a fortunate young lady. Most men would send their wives out dress shopping."

"My mom is gone." I said, regretting the words as soon as they were out of my mouth. Regretting the satisfied look on Sadie's face. I lifted the blue dress up to the lights, a warm glow shining through. The silk slid over my skin like water, and I brushed my cheek against it.

"You look like a kitten, nuzzling that dress," Sadie chuckled. "His name fits you well. So...just you and your dad then?"

I nodded without speaking, and turned the dress, admiring the color against me in the mirror, flashes of silver from the thin chains which looped across the high side slit.

"You have a lovely figure. That dress will show off those curves of yours. See this on the side? Formal, but daring. An excellent choice. How long has your father been alone?"

"He isn't alone." I said, flinging the dress onto the rail, and selecting the next one. "He has me."

"Of course he does." Her long nails patted my bare shoulder as she lifted the third dress up against me. "This one is cut a bit higher on the chest," she said. "Plenty of support. You can wear it braless. The benefits of youth." She smiled. "What is the occasion for the dress? School dance?"

I sniffed. "I'm in college." I said. "This fall, anyhow." I shook my head at her selection. There is a dinner tonight. Daddy is making a presentation and he wants me to look fabulous." I turned and admired myself in the mirror. "He says I should sparkle."

"A presentation? What sort of work does he do?"

"He's a consultant. Companies pay him to evaluate their communications, and then he tells them what to do."

"Hmmmm...." she murmured. "I'll go get another set of dresses. We want him to be pleased, don't we?"

I heard her laugh as she flirted her way past Daddy, and I smoothed my hands down my thighs to stop them from trembling. I tried to think of a suitable excuse to open the door, and let Daddy have a glimpse of me wearing only a hand-bra and panties, but every idea seemed foolish.

""None of those were suitable?," Daddy asked through the door.

The first two months after graduation had left sharp tan lines across my chest, and I cupped my breasts, and turned to compare mirror angles. My hair swayed across the white of my bikini panties. I held up the blue dress again, admiring the sparkle of the silver chains and the contrast of the silk against my skin and hair.

The low rumble of Daddy's laughter as Sadie returned set my hands to clenching. I couldn't decide if I should insist on going to a different store, or just make her spend the entire day fetching me different outfits.

After Sadie departed for the fifth search for alternate choices, Daddy's laughter rumbled. "We still need to get shoes, Kitten."

"I'm going to pick this one, I think." I said, slipping into the scooped neck and sapphire blue of the initial dress. "What do you think, Daddy?" I stepped out of the fitting room, and turned for him, relishing the sway of the silver chains against my thigh and hip.

Sadie swooped in as if she had made the final selection herself. "A thong would be your choice with this one," she said, her fingers tracing the waistband of my panties, tugging upwards a bit. With a thong, you would pull them up over your hips, and out of sight. She flashed a grin at Daddy. "Leave the boys guessing, while keeping her modesty intact."

"The lines though," Daddy said, speaking to me as if Sadie were invisible.

"Yes, of course," Sadie said, running her fingers along my lower back. "Jacquard fabric is delicate enough that any undergarments will show. Going without would be the sophisticate's choice, but..." Her voice trailed off as she gauged the reaction on his face. "Depending on the impression you wish to have her make."

I stepped back into the fitting room and shrugged the dress from my shoulders, allowing the silk to pool at my feet, and reclaimed my sundress while Sadie made a pile of the unchosen dresses..

Envy, or perhaps a more direct emotion gleamed in Sadie's eyes as she looked at me, nearly nude in front of her. "I'll box this up," she said as she knelt in front of me.

I stepped to the side and lifted my sundress over my head, wiggling more than necessary to shake the cotton down over my body. I watched Sadie watching me as I rebuttoned the front of my dress. I remembered the way the silk had embraced my skin, and I trembled in anticipation of putting the elegant dress back on.

Tonight.

For him