Page 4 of Daddy's Good Girl

I stare at the tumbler for a moment before lifting the crystal to my lips for a slow sip.The alcohol burns as it makes its way down my throat, but in a good way.Macallen always does it right, although I generally appreciate the Rare Cask series more than tonight’s Edition.But it’s fine.Macallen is consistently good stuff, even if it is overpriced.

Then again, I’m used to overpriced because I’m paying for a date tonight.Yeah, what the fuck.Why would a good-looking motherfucker like myself pay for companionship, when I practically have women throwing themselves at me on the streets for free?But I like simplicity.I prefer a straightforward transaction, with no expectation of a second date, a future relationship, or god forbid, a wedding and a diamond ring.I’ve had enough of that shit in the past, and these days, I want a beautiful young woman who hangs onto my every word.She’s got to be sweet as well as spicy, intelligent and yet not sanctimonious, and so gorgeous that my dick goes hard at the very sight of her curves.It’s a tough combination, but I’ve found a service that gets it right each and every time: Sweet Lies.

And yes, you guessed it.Sweet Lies is a sugar daddy website, introducing beautiful young things to rich men who pay for their bodies and time.I’ve met a couple girls through the site, and my understanding is that now, Sweet Lies goes even further.You don’t have to scan profiles anymore, or read the boring bios that people put up.Instead, now the service provides “matchmakers” you can work with.The professional will do all the screening for you, and the possibilities are endless.Brunette?Blonde?Redhead?Curvy, thin, athletic?It’s all there, and you don’t have to lift a fucking finger.

Of course, the concierge service costs extra (what doesn’t cost extra these days?), but it’s fine.I have plenty of money in the bank and nowhere to spend it.I might as well pay for whatever makes me happy, and what I enjoy are young women who look up to me.Who make me feel good about myself.Who stroke my ego until my dick is hard.It’s fucking sad that I’m so needy, but a lot of dudes are like that.We’re Masters of the Universe on the outside, with our corporate power suits, take no prisoners approach and advanced degrees.But on the inside, we’re little boys with a desire to be worshipped, and that’s where the beautiful young women come in.

But I shouldn’t be such a blatant misogynist because I have a daughter who’s college-age, and I’d never want her to do what I do, much less work for an outfit like Sweet Lies.But it’s one of the quirks of being human: people are contradictory with fucked-up personalities.What can I say?

Yet Emma is the light of my life, and has been since she was born.Unfortunately, her mother and I went through a nasty divorce and Vivian won the right to take Emma with her to fucking Florida.Who the hell moves to that state?That place is a shithole swampland filled with crocodiles and hanging chads.

But Vivian disappeared with Emma in tow, and I was broken-hearted at the loss of my child.At the time, I was a young doctor who’d been placed at the best hospital in Minneapolis, and I couldn’t follow them because medical residencies aren’t like jobs.There’s a complicated matching system that pairs up-and-coming physicians with open slots, and I was lucky to land at Abbott Northwestern with a residency in general surgery.So I was helpless to follow them.My wrists were bound.Meanwhile, Vivian moved my daughter thousands of miles away, and I threw myself into work, angry as fuck at my lot in life.

But the years passed, Emma grew up, and we reconnected when my daughter decided to matriculate at Evergreen State nearby.Now, after so many years apart, my daughter lives about twenty miles from me, and incredibly, she’s pre-med too.Of course, I warned her against the profession.Medicine is grueling and the insurance industry is running a fucking scam.But Em’s just like me and stubborn as fuck, so I guess pre-med it is.I’m excited, to tell the truth, but more than anything, I’m happy to have my daughter living in the same city.I text her daily, and am always happy to treat her to breakfast, lunch, dinner, coffee or dessert.Maybe I’m an overbearing dad, but my heart was stolen when my daughter was born, and I’m grateful to have her back.

After all, fatherhood is important, and after my ex took off, I was angry for a good long time.But I was a young man, and eventually, the dating world came for me again.Female neighbors would rap on my apartment door in the middle of the night, claiming to need medical care for a headache, or for menstrual cramps.It was hysterical, and yeah, I fucked a few.Why not take what’s offered on a silver platter?Not only that, but I’ve had female patients come onto me from their hospital beds.You’d think that being make-up free with stringy hair would hold a woman back, but not so in my case.Women literally flirt with me while they’re being administered anesthesia, and more than a few propositions have been cut-off midway when the drugs finally knock them out.

So Ididdate, and eventually, I fell in love.Twice, in fact, and both women were smart, capable ladies who were professional and competent.I adored both Barbara and Courtney, and imagine my elation when they discovered they were pregnant (at separate times, of course).But the problem with high-powered career women is that they don’t necessarily want children, or at least not when in they’re the thick of establishing their professional lives.As a result, both women chose to abort, and I was left helpless with desperation, sadness, and an increasing feeling that fatherhood just wasn’t in the cards for me.Yes, I had a daughter, but she was thousands of miles away.Yes, I’d conceived two more children, but the mothers weren’t ready to become mothers.As a so-called “enlightened male,” I respected my partners’ decisions to end the pregnancies, but ultimately, our relationships didn’t last.The heartache on my side was too great, and I couldn’t look at either Barb or Courtney without resentment rising in my chest.

So now, I stick to Sweet Lies.It’s probably been ten years since I’ve been on a real date, but whatevs.Again, my personal history has been painful and convoluted, and I can’t go through that fuckery again.After a shit ton of therapy, I’ve come to the conclusion that the joy of raising a young child isn’t in the books for me, and I should keep things light and simple by paying for companionship, rather than courting it.So here I am, at the bar of a fancy hotel, waiting for an escort to arrive.

L'Artusi, and the Reynolds in general, is a swanky place.The bar is one of those spots that’s elegant but not fussy, with ambient lighting, well-dressed patrons, and excellent food.Even more importantly, it hasn’t been “discovered” by Instagram influencers yet.I don’t know how those dipshits can live the way they do, taking pictures of everything and anything that catches their fancy without actually taking the time to enjoy it.Plus, don’t they realize that their “work” ruins the experience for the rest of us?I detest watching an influencer set-up, pose, click, and shoot, when they should be enjoying the food and drink.I guess restaurants do it for the free publicity, but frankly, the publicity that comes from being “Instagrammable” isn’t necessarily good for business, either, because what if you attract the wrong type of clientele?It would be a fucking shame, in my opinion, if L’Artusi suddenly overflowed with out-of-towners trying to have aSex and the Cityexperience.Fuck, that would be so lame.

But my thoughts are interrupted with a tap at my shoulder, and when I turn, it’s the maître d’.

“Dr.Kincaid, your guest is here,” he murmurs before stepping away.Then, a beautiful blonde appears and my dick twitches immediately because the woman is utterly ravishing.She’s young, with innocent blue eyes and a pert nose.Her mouth is delicate yet full, and a sensuous petal-pink color.Even better, her body is that of a siren.Huge Double D breasts are highlighted by a pink cocktail dress, which leads to a narrow waist and the flare of wide hips.Long legs peep out from below the hem, and her delicate feet are encased in pink stilettos.Perfect.Just my type.

“Hi,” I greet in a low voice, leaning over to kiss her soft cheek.“Rick Kincaid.”

A whiff of something flowery and sweet greets my nostrils, and my dick stiffens further.Fuck, she’s got me wrapped around her finger, and hasn’t said a word yet.

“Hello Dr.Kincaid,” my date murmurs with sweet smile while perching herself on a stool.“I’m Jenna.Are we on last name terms already?”she asks inquisitively.“Since we met on a dating website, isn’t that unsafe?We should be using aliases, no?”

I shrug, a smile quirking the corner of my lips.

“I guess so, but Sweet Lies is pretty high-class, so I’m not too worried.Plus, you already heard the host call me “doctor,” so you could look me up on the internet easily.There aren’tthatmany Richard Kincaid’s who work as physicians in this city.”

Jenna giggles.

“Okay, I guess I feel pretty safe too.I’m Jenna London,” she says.“It’snotan alias.But don’t stalk me!”she immediately adds with a playful air.“Not that there’s that much to find.”

I signal to a bartender.

“I’m sure there’s a lot to know about you, sweetheart, but first, let’s get you a drink.What would you like?”

She purses her lips together for a moment, and I can’t help but notice how plush and glossy they are.Then she smiles and says, “How about a Shirley Temple?”

I’m careful to keep my expression neutral.

“Sweetheart, isn’t that a mocktail?Like zero proof, and guaranteednotto give you a buzz?”

She giggles slightly.

“Yeah, but it’s because I didn’t want to embarrass myself, or you, if my fake ID got rejected, because I’m not quite twenty-one yet.I’m twenty, so I still use a fake ID sometimes, but it’s not one of the good ones that costs three hundred bucks.It’s just fifty bucks made by a girl who lives down the hall from me.The bar could definitely turn me away, seeing that this is a high class joint,” she confides with a lopsided smile.

I swallow hard because fuuuuuck...Jenna’s only twenty.Goddamn, she’s young, and I fucking love it.The young ones are always so innocent, with bodies that are flexible and pussies that stretch.Not to mention the taut button of their assholes ...don’t even get me started on my hunger for anal sex.

But there’s no need to come off like a horny fucker two minutes into our date, so I merely smile and nod.