"Hurry up now, honey. She'll be here any second." Roxanne looked up from the sofa she was lying on, staring up at her dad. She merely grumbled in response. She was wearing a black hoodie and sweatpants, and was enjoying reading on her own for that Sunday afternoon before school started back on when her dad announced she would finally meet his new girlfriend. She was dreading it, and did anything she could to not change into better apparel, something her dad had been insisting on for the last few hours. It was the first time he had ever been with someone and been serious enough to want to introduce them. That meant that if she said she was okay with this woman, they would actually get married. Yeah, married. It was like he didn't even care about her mom anymore- wherever she was.
Since the divorce, he had been pretty conservative. But he was rich and still young, meaning a lot of woman were interested in him, and she was sure one day they would finally be able to snatch him in their evil claws. She couldn't believe that was actually happening. Roxanne was beautiful as well, she was 18 years old and had amber eyes and blonde hair, which heavily contrasted against most of the black clothes she wore every day. She had beautiful curves that started developing just recently, and she was pretty proud of them secretly, though she mostly hid it because she didn't want the boys at school to make fun of her.
"I said, hurry up." He repeated after she ignored him again. She didn't know how he could possibly demand anything of her. He was barely even around, prancing from country to country doing who knows what with his job. He had no right to tell her what she should or shouldn't be doing,
"Ugh... Fine." She said, walking upstairs to her room to grab the dress he had bought for her for this occasion. She slipped out of her pants and threw them on the floor. The hoodie followed. The dressed hugged her curves perfectly, and showed off her newly developed breasts. She stared at herself in the mirror appreciating herself when she heard a car approach.
Curious, she glanced out the window, staring at the woman that might become her future mom. The woman stepped out (was her name Alison or something?) and Roxanne gaped, she was the most beautiful woman she has ever seen. Giant tits that didn't seem like they would fit properly in any bra, and a dress hugging her so tight and so short she could be showing off her panties to a crowd if she just bent over. Who the hell dresses like that when they meet their step-daughter for the first time. Jeez. She had wavy blonde hair that fell at her hips (probably extensions) and wore bangles, rings, a diamond necklace and matching earrings, which Roxanne could guess all of which her father bought for her. He liked to spoil his girls.
She heard a knock at the door, and her dad yell, "Roxy, she's here! Come down!" Roxanne gulped. She didn't want this at all. She considered running out and never coming back. She walked down the stairs slowly, huffing the entire way. They made eye contact at the bottom of the stairs, both ladies staring at each other dead in the eyes- amber to light blue. Her dad, Peter, watched their reaction. Then beamed.
"I'm so glad my girls are finally meeting each other!" He clapped his hands together. "Roxy, this is Alison. Alison, this is Roxy."
"Oh my goodness!" Alison yelled, her feminine voice echoing across the halls. "You are even more beautiful than your photos. Look at that dress. Adorable. You should wear them more often! Your dad talks about how you just wear black all the time." She tsked, then walked up to Alison, patting her from head to toe, studying her. "I'm gonna be the best mommy ever. I'll teach you how to be a proper lady, and we'll walk around the streets with all the guys staring at us." She smiled, her perfect teeth gleaming under the light.
"Hey, did you forget about me?" Her dad chuckled, putting his arms around Alison.
She patted him on the chest, still staring at Roxanne, "C'mon you know you have nothing to worry about. You're all the hunk I ever need. Isn't that right, Roxy?"
She looked at her dad, than Alison, then Alison touching her dad. "First of all, don't call me that. It's Roxanne to you" Roxanne said, crossing her arms. "Second of all, don't touch my dad in front of me. That's gross as fuck. Third, just because he likes you, doesn't mean I do, capiche?"
"Roxy!" Her dad yelled. Alison stood there, glaring at her, but she didn't say a word. She just continued smiling, hands still on her dad's chest as it moved up and down.
"It's alright, Peter. What do you say we all go eat?" She said slowly, staring at Roxanne dead in the eyes.
"Okay. But no more backtalk Roxy. And no swearing!" He said, pointing his fingers assertively at her. Roxanne rolled her eyes, it was ridiculous that he thought he could parent her now even though he's basically abandoned her for nannies to care for her all these years.
They walked to the backyard, the table already set for them with a few courses in mind. Her dad wanted to go out for their first meeting- he wanted them to love each other- but that already wasn't going very well. He knew his daughter, and he knew this would be difficult.
They were in the middle of eating their steaks when her dad received a phone call, he smiled at them and left into his office, blabbering about the company's current stock situation with a backer. Alison tapped her fingers as they waited, smiling at her with her fake smile.
"Is that how you talk to your father? You complete brat." She said matter-of-factly, not even looking at Roxanne.
"Excuse me?" Roxanne said, her eyes widening.
"You heard me, brat." Alison repeated.
"You can't talk to me that way."
"Why? Are you going to tell on me to daddy?" She said in a baby voice.
"No. He won't care anyways." Roxanne grumbled.
