Alice had been waiting for fifty minutes when Mr. Thompson finally showed up. It wasn't that he was particularly late — even though he was, to an ungallant degree — it's just that the young blonde had arrived way earlier than their appointment time. Which made her look pathetic and desperate, didn't it? Especially since the date she was so eagerly anticipating wasn't with some handsome student-type, but with her bitter divorced schoolteacher who was almost thrice her age.
The situation was weird, yet Alice had rarely felt more nervous and impatient before a romantic rendezvous, even with her previous boyfriends Sean and Nathan. She couldn't exactly pinpoint why. Probably because the old man was so intimidating that she wanted to give him a good first impression? The teen stripper had come this early for this very reason, she wanted to show him she would follow his instructions to the letter. She didn't want to see him angry today. This date was bound to be something different, a new step in the strange relationship they had been sharing those past few weeks. Maybe a fresh start, she hoped?
But, as she saw the old professor approaching, an uneasy feeling started to stir in her stomach. Mr. Thompson hadn't dressed particularly well for the occasion. He was wearing a patched-up shirt that seemed as ancient as he was, and his black leather shoes had seen better days. With his big glasses and beer belly, he looked like a man who had stopped trying a long time ago. A deadbeat dad like so many others.
And there she was, a splendid 19-year-old beauty with the golden hair of an angel cascading around her small frame, ocean blue eyes and wearing an exquisite touch of make-up to enhance the subtle shape of her cheekbones. Alice had taken her time to choose her garment, spending hours in front of her mirror to decide which kind of attire would be best suited for this peculiar occasion. She had ended up choosing the classiest dress she owned, the white one that made her look like a noble lady, a fairy tale princess awaiting her prince charming.
Well, "Prince charming" was finally here... When he got up to her, the unsightly 55-year-old man readjusted his thick glasses and looked her from top to bottom, then gave an unimpressed snort.
"What are you wearing?" Mr. Thompson asked. "You look like a nun."
"You told me to dress up for the occasion," Alice replied, taken aback. "I thought we were going to a restaurant."
"Yes, but why would you wear your grandma's clothes? You're not afraid to show some skin every other day, Miss Thornwood."
The pretty blonde was baffled. Was he playing some kind of prank on her? Did he ask for this meeting just to make fun of her?
"Wait, sir, you didn't think I'd come in a stripper costume, right? I mean, we're outside!"
"So what, does being outside suddenly make you different? Does it raise your IQ enough for you to go back to college? Did you transform into a saint or a productive member of society the moment you walked out of the strip-club you work at?"
The vile old man got close to the former schoolgirl's ear and whispered, hatefulness in his voice.
"In there or out here, nothing changes. Those clothes might make you look like a pure maiden, but you're a whore, Miss Thornwood. A cheap and pitiful stripper only good for a quick fuck in a back-alley! Never forget that. Never forget what you are."
Mr. Thompson turned away and started walking toward a crossroads. The pretty blonde was just left there, dumbfounded. She didn't know what she was expecting, coming on a date with this old sleazebag, but she certainly didn't think he would make her feel like shit from the moment they met! Was it a twisted game he was playing? Did he invite her for the sole purpose of seeing if she would be hopeless enough to show up for crumbs of attention and validation, then to humiliate her and walk away?
Oddly enough, Alice had her hopes up for today. She thought it would take her mind off all the troubles she had gone through recently. It was all crashing down so fast, tears started to burn her eyes.
"What are you waiting for, girl?" said the fat professor, looking back at her. "We need to find you a new garment, more fitting of your condition, and we still have a restaurant reservation. You wouldn't want to make us late on our schedule now, would you? What's it gonna be, are you going to stand there or will you follow me like a good little doggy?"
Alice had a sigh of relief, but quickly got back to her senses. Was that scumbag really expecting her to accept his orders after he had insulted and belittled her like that? She had gotten used to being mocked, ridiculed and degraded by the evil teacher during their sex games — somehow even liked it a bit, even though she didn't fully grasp why — but out here, in the middle of the street, in broad daylight… No, it was too much! He had gone too far!
Didn't he realize how unbelievably lucky he was to have his former hot student even show up at his invitation? Which middle-aged dad could brag about having a date with a goddess like her? He needed to present his deepest apologies, at the very least!
Alice remained still, a vexed expression on her face, but Mr. Thompson didn't seem to care. He shrugged and started walking away, not looking back at her once. Fuck, what a despicable man he was! Not showing any sign of remorse even though he clearly could tell his words had hurt her feelings. He was such a prick! Such a repulsive, loathsome, spiteful little man!
And yet, stomping all over what little self-esteem she had left, Alice followed him. Cursing herself all the way, thinking of so many painful ways she would kill him. But also realizing that, in the end, she had proven him right. Like a good little doggy…
***
They stopped at a fancy-looking clothing store and, when Alice saw the clerk turn toward them, she realized how weird this whole situation was from an outside perspective. Mr. Thompson and her looked so mismatched! She was a radiant young beauty dressed to impress, and he was an overweight man in his fifties with a balding head and a bad temper. What kind of relationship would he think they were sharing?
Wait, what kind of relationship did they share, truthfully? Mr. Thompson was just some old bloke she knew from back in high school whose dick she had sucked a couple of times. And he had paid her for it, so it wasn't like it meant anything. God, this whole date idea was a farce.
"Hello," her former teacher said to the clerk. "My daughter here would like to buy some new clothes for a special occasion we have tonight. Could you show us around?"
"Sure, sir," the man replied. "If you two could please follow me."
Wait, what? His "daughter"? The pretty blonde followed them without a word, hiding how confounded she was. The only time she had heard Mr. Thompson call someone like that was her classmate Stacey, it was weird to be addressed the same way as her. What would Alice's former friend and bully think, if she knew her dad was labeling her the same way as her?
Yet, it was a smart move. This way, no one would suspect a thing. Their age gap would be easier to explain with this lie than to say straight-up that they were on a date.
Furthermore, "father and daughter" had a nice ring to it, she thought. Being the child of a single mother, the 19-year-old blonde had never had a grown-up call her his daughter in public. No man had ever treated her as his little princess, and even less brought her to a clothing shop to pamper her. She smiled happily and a rose color came to her cheeks. This little roleplay was quite fun, and she was surprised to feel something tingle in her lower parts as she walked next to Mr. Thompson, now that she had officially been labelled this way.
Even the nasty comments he had made when they met were forgiven. Alice hadn't realized it up until now, but having an older man take good care of her was something she had long wanted to experience. She had always felt jealous of other girls who went shopping with their dads, while she was stuck with whatever cheap clothes her struggling mother could afford. If that's what her professor had in mind for today, she would gladly play the part! With how bad things were these days, it was pleasant to be cared for and indulged. She wanted to get spoiled!
The beautiful blonde put her arm around Mr. Thompson's elbow and smiled brightly, trying to be on her best behavior.
"I'm so happy you're bringing me shopping, Daddy!" she whispered, whimsically. "What do you intend to buy for me? What should your precious daughter be wearing for this special occasion? Whatever it is, I'll gladly wear it. I want to look perfect for you!"
Amused by the naive and joyful young blonde, the middle-aged man had a vicious grin.
"Aren't you cheerful, Miss Thornwood. Don't you worry, I'll make you look perfect
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