As my classes commenced again the following week, I kept thoughts of my Daddy at bay so I could focus on my work. I was getting a little better at balancing my mind, but it was difficult to sleep at night while my roommate snored in the bed next to mine. I wanted to hear my Daddy grunting in the room next door, knowing he was picturing me beneath him instead of somebody else. Sometimes, I wondered why he ever bothered to marry my mother if he had these other fantasies that he enacted on girls half his age, but it really wasn't my place to judge. After all, I was the one he was enacting them with and I was no better than he. I was absolutely naughty.
It felt so good.
I focused hard on my philosophy essay, making sure to cite enough sources and expound upon my ideas in a concise manner while also remaining consistent. I hoped it made Daddy proud that I hadn't missed any classes or any school work since I left the house on Sunday. I wanted to text him about it. I'd received great marks this semester. Maybe he would reward me for that. I thought about visiting that Daddy/daughter blog again just to see how their relationship worked. Maybe we could model some of our activities after things that they posted. I considered calling Daddy about it, but thought it would be better to finish my essay instead. I could fantasize more later and maybe even call him if I wanted.
When I was done with my essay, I printed it out and placed it in my binder for safe keeping. I had a few more things to write, but I could do them at work during my down time. It was a Wednesday and I wouldn't have too much to do except shelve books or organize files. I headed for the library and clocked in when I arrived, greeting my boss as I maneuvered behind the front desk. She gave me my tasks and I went about my business completing each one. It only took two hours to finish the list she gave me, so I returned to the desk and asked if I could work on an essay during our quiet hours. She agreed and sent me upstairs to one of the study rooms while reminding me that we closed in two hours.
“Don't forget you're at work, Victoria.”
“Yes, ma'am. I'll be back in an hour.”
As I climbed the steps to the second floor, I heard foot steps following from behind. I turned, but there was no one there and the sound abruptly stopped. I quickly climbed the rest of the stairs and pushed through the door, heading straight for the study room so I could lock myself in. On my way, Lillian popped out from a bookshelf and whispered, “Boo!”
I squeaked and swatted her arm out of fear, dropping my textbook and binder on the ground. She giggled and scooped it up for me.
“You bitch,” I whispered. “This is a library.”
“Yeah, it's boring. I have to liven it up in here.” She leafed through my books curiously. “What are you up to?”
“I'm just going to try to finish this essay before I have to do anything else.”
“You're such a nerd.” She teased. “Can I chill with you? I don't have anything to do either.”
Just as I was about to agree, Lillian's eyes widened a bit as they focused on something behind me. I slowly turned around to fin
d my Daddy standing right behind me, his eyes glittering with mischief and delight. He looked over Lillian and then focused on me.
“Hello, Victoria.”
My eyelids fluttered and I smiled weakly, my books slipping again from my arms in disbelief. Was he the one following me up the stairs? Why was he being so secretive about that?
“I tried calling, but your phone was off. I came to tell you that your mother is going to be out of town for the rest of the week.” He reached out and caught my books before they slipped completely from my arms. He flipped them over in his rough hands and then looked back up at me. “Who is your friend?”
I could feel Lillian pressing her arm against me when he nodded in her direction, her presence being acknowledged causing something of a stir between my thighs.
“This is Lillian. I've known her since we were kids.” I responded mechanically.
I could hardly control my legs. They were shaking beneath the weight of me, beneath the weight of the situation. I turned to look at Lillian to introduce her to my Daddy and the look of recognition on her face was unbearable.
She knows.
Daddy is fingering the edges of my textbook and looking between the both of us, an idea sparking in his mind that was easy to capture. I knew his features. He was definitely scheming.
“Why don't you invite her over for dinner tonight. We can eat and watch a movie. It could be a lot of fun.” He handed over my books and then turned to walk away, knowing we were both hooked on his image and practically drooling at the sight of his muscles bulging from beneath his t-shirt.
Lillian grabbed my arm and dug her nails into my skin to break the spell. I yelped and swatted her again, rubbing the braised area.
“Is that…?” Her words trailed off as she made the connection and her excited eyes turned to me. “That's him, isn't it?”
“I'm not saying a thing.”
“Well, are you going to invite me over for dinner?!”
Lillian was practically shrill with anticipation. I knew somehow we were to be involved in a certain scheme, maybe be thrown into a fantasy we'd never experienced before, and that was just too attractive for me to comprehend. The fear and desire mixed as I took her arm and pulled her into the nearest study room. I locked the door and turned to meet her with wild eyes, the kind that I know she's never seen before because I was always the well-behaved and composed one of the group. Myself and Brad were always the better of Lillian, her being something of a rule-breaker and a pot smoker. She was practically a bad girl without being too terribly bad. She didn't do drugs or hang out with the wrong crew, but she was pretty bad for a group of suburban kids who didn't often meet trouble.
And Daddy is definitely trouble.
I waved my finger at Lillian as she backed into the furthest wall, her skirt riding up the harder she pressed against the brick.