Dad’s Little Secret

Ping!! Her phone chimed. "Come back home," it read. She looked at the message, hissed, and dropped the phone. She had wanted to call her mom, she remembered. She picked up the phone again and went through her recent call log. When was the last time she talked to her mum? It's been ages since she ran away from home to meet with her mother's ex-lover who had come over one day and gushed over how grown she was, secretly got her social media handle, and texted her till dawn, talking about how beautiful and curvy she had suddenly become and how he was going to sponsor her for her body enhancement journey when she ranted that she would love to get her ass bigger. She had spent the whole night obsessing over Brazilian Butt Lifts, she literally could not stop imagining herself finally getting that dream body. The algorithm on the social net didn't help matters too, 'cause it made sure to pop a body enhancement advert every 4 to 5 seconds after the last. Bob had promised he would sponsor and pay for her BBL and possibly rent an apartment where she could stay till recovery, only if she promised to leave home and not mention it to anybody. She was 19 and just hit adulthood, she knew little. She was obsessed with finally being an adult, she didn't have the time to think it over. What was her mom going to do for her? A local baker who only baked on Saturdays and hardly ever made any profitable sales? She'd rather leave, she always convinced herself. So one morning, after purchasing flour from a*****e, she slid her bags, containing the only valuable items she possessed, and took off to see this man, Bob. And through the train station to when she took buses, they communicated via text messages. Bob was always asking for a proper description of her whereabouts. Arriving at sundown at a lonely street she barely knew, someone who wasn't Bob was waiting to pick her up, a husky man, some six or seven inches taller, his shoulders stretched maybe at her arm's side. He had a Pisces tattoo on his left arm and had this roughness to his face. He had managed to form something that looked like a smile and stretched his arm to get her bags, but she had tightened her grip for fear of losing the fifteen hundred bucks she had carefully wrapped in worn-out lingerie. "Hi, I'm Manuel, Manny for short. Bob asked that I pick you up," He had said. He had this sharp edge to his voice, like he was in a hurry and was eager to drop her off. She had wondered why a man as handsome as Manny would choose to dress in what was almost not gentlemanly. She noticed from the corner of her eye how he bit his lip and clenched his teeth now and then. His steps were very brisk yet confident and powerful. She hated that Bob had made her put up with this nonchalant man who was five steps ahead of her. She had wanted to be welcomed into the warm hands of Bob, someone familiar. She had wanted to be held and hugged and maybe converted in a car to an exquisite hotel, given a warm bath, a hot meal, and maybe, just maybe, get laid. She was 19, but she knew everything there was to know about getting laid, thanks to the phone she had gotten from her cousin on her 16th birthday. From watching a few Kamasutra videos on YouTube, she proceeded to more adult content and was lost from then on. At 19, she was experienced and would even pass for a s*x coach. So getting laid was nothing new to her; after all, where'd she get the boldness to want to do a Brazilian Butt Lift? Of course, it was to look more appealing. As they strutted into the darkness, Manny requested to hold her hands. She flinched when his large palms circled her slim, petite fingers. He squeezed them tight and, from then on, somewhat dragged her to keep up with his pace. She casually found it cute and overpowering at the same time. She imagined if it were Manny she came for, maybe one of her fantasies would have finally come true. She had always wanted to be sexually manhandled by a strong, powerful man. The other guys she had laid with were barely strong enough to hold her up for a few seconds; she mostly did all the job. They had arrived at an isolated building, located at the farther end of the street. It was one of those old houses that had been renovated, she had noticed, someplace that could pass for an old inn. "We're about to get in, Lisa," Manny had said. She had swallowed hard. The way Manny said her name sent a ripple of unease through her body. His voice carried something she couldn't quite place, authority, control, or maybe something darker. He pushed the door open, and a dim, flickering light greeted them from inside. The air was thick with the scent of something stale, something foreign. She hesitated at the threshold. "You coming in or what?" Manny's voice cut through her hesitation like a knife. She had stepped inside. The wooden floor creaked under her sneakers. The room was nearly empty, save for a couch in the corner, an old TV sitting on a crate, and a single wooden chair. A door at the far end stood slightly ajar, revealing a faint blue glow from what she guessed was another room. "Where's Bob?" She had asked, her voice small. Manny dropped her bags near the couch and turned to her. His eyes lingered too long on her body, and she suddenly felt exposed despite her oversized hoodie. "He'll be here," he said. Lisa crossed her arms. "When?" Manny shrugged, then pulled out his phone. His fingers moved across the screen before he slid it back into his pocket. "Relax," he said. "You hungry?" She shook her head. Her stomach was twisted in knots, making food the last thing on her mind. Manny studied her for a second before stepping toward the far door. He pushed it open, revealing a bedroom with a neatly made bed. A small table lamp cast a faint glow against the walls. "You can stay here for now." She had hesitated. Something about it didn't sit right. Bob had promised something different, something luxurious, something exciting. Not this. She glanced back at Manny, who was already watching her with an unreadable expression. "Bathrooms down the hall," he had added. Lisa nodded stiffly and stepped into the room. As soon as she closed the door behind her, she exhaled a shaky breath. She checked her phone. No new messages. She bit her lip, debating if she should text Bob. Maybe he was on his way. Maybe this was all part of the plan. But as she sat on the edge of the bed, something gnawed at her gut. She wasn't sure if it was regret, Or fear.