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WARNING: This story contains a scene of nonconsensual sex. Because it is not the overwhelming theme, I did not post it to that category, but please be aware of that fact before choosing to read this work of fiction
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Lillian Bustmore paced back and forth behind the desk of the Home Nest Inn.
She was dressed in one of her typical work outfits: a short black pencil skirt, a white button up, and a fitted red blazer. Her generous assets swayed and bounced for an audience of none as she tried to calm herself down.
Lillian was the manager of this mysterious hotel and she always seemed to know who was going to be visiting next. Tonight's visitor was one of her least favourite types. She knew to expect a man like Brian once in a while, but it didn't mean that she enjoyed it. She just wanted to get it over with.
As if on cue, the large heavy wooden doors slammed open and a middle-aged man in a grey suit and shoulder length salt and pepper hair burst into the lobby. It was pouring rain outside, but only his hair was wet.
"MAKE IT HARD ENOUGH TO FIND THIS PLACE?!" Brian yelled across the chapel-sized lobby.
Lillian stiffened up. She wasn't scared - nothing could harm her inside the inn - but she never enjoyed hearing such reckless anger.
"I'm so sorry, Sir," Lillian said softly but Brian heard her voice as if it were right in his ear. She didn't love speaking to such a man so intimately, but it had the intended effect. He softened. "Come here and we'll get you a room right away."
"That's more like it," Brian grunted to himself. "Shit, I can see her tits from here. Just like my Ellie. Maybe this place was worth it."
Even at a distance his eye line pointed directly at her cleavage. She normally enjoyed that sort of overt attention, but not from a man with no self-awareness like Brian. She would get this over with and could at least take comfort in the fact that he would ultimately be a better person for having come here.
It didn't take Brian long to stride across the carpet and then shake his hair, causing rain water to spatter over Lillian's red blazer. To her mind, it was a pathetic show of dominance that made her despise him all the more. Still, Lillian was a professional and displayed none of her inner feelings to the customer.
"I'm glad you made it, Sir. You're Brian Miller? I understand you're here because you'd like to enter one of our rooms so that you can live out your fantasy of fucking your own three daughters?" She asked. This man didn't want even the slightest hint of mystery, Lillian thought with exasperation to herself. She hated detailing his coming experience so dryly, but she knew that Brian would be most receptive to this sort of summation.
"But it's not just like a dream, right? I'm supposed to actually feel like I'm there, right?!" Brian demanded. He jammed his hands down on the desk and leaned forward so that his face was a foot apart from Lillian's.
"That's right! You can even pick who you fuck first!" Lillian said brightly. She knew her thin veneer would be enough to fool Brian.
"Oh MAN!" Brian shouted out in excitement and his face twisted as he chewed on his upper lip in thought. "Okay, well, um, that's tough but I think I'll go with Mia!"
"Mia. 27. Long black hair. An interest in the bassoon-"
"-Yeah yeah! That's the one! I'll pay whatever!" Brain interrupted.
"Payment comes after the visit. Room 823. Enjoy," Lillian said and held up a keycard. Brain pulled it out of her hands and ran toward the elevator.
Brian's hair immediately became dry as he walked through the door on the Eighth Floor of the Home Nest Hotel.
"Mia?! Mia are you in here?" Brian asked loudly inside the hotel room. He had been holding back this fantasy for so long that he had nothing else on his mind except for doing as he pleased with this fantasy version of his daughter.
"Yes, Daddy, I'm in here! I'm in here, Daddy!" The voice of Mia called. She would never say those words in that way to Brian, but it was still her voice saying it in a believable enough way. Brian realized that he was only wearing boxers. He pulled them off and stepped into the room where he had heard the voice coming from.
Mia was inside and was sitting in front of a vanity. "Do you actually own underwear like that, Mia?" Brian asked breathless as he stepped around the chair to look at his daughter's body in the mirror. She was wearing a deep green simple set and a thick robe over top that was such a dark shade of purple that it almost looked black.
"I don't know, Daddy. I'm not actually her," Mia said.
"Shut up, stand up, and take your bra off."
"Yes, Daddy. Are you here to fuck me?" She asked simply.
"Oh fuck yeah I'm here to fuck you. Bend over! Take your tits out, what did I tell you?!" Brian yelled. Mia only smiled gently at him.
"I'm sorry, Daddy. You want them out even if they're not as big as Ellie's?" Mia asked although her envy for her sister's body was nothing more than a simple creation of Brian's mind.
"Not even as big as Hannah's, you flat slut," Brian grunted as he approached this illusion of his daughter. Just as he hoped, she giggled.
"I love when you're mean to me, Daddy. That's why you wanted to fuck me first, right?" Mia asked.
"I don't know! Turn around! Can't you listen?" He asked.