Before Alice could answer, the elevator's doors opened. Alice quickly pushed the old man away and tried to make herself decent. Well, as much as she could, considering the clothes she was wearing... Mr. Thompson got out of the elevator looking completely unfazed, as if he didn't just had his finger buried in the butt of the pretty blonde girl who was accompanying him a second ago. He waived a waiter to ask him to bring them to the table he booked.
"What are you waiting for?" he asked, turning back to her. "I took a special spot next to the window, the view is to die for."
Alice obediently followed him inside the restaurant. It was magnificent, the tables were surrounded by a bay window offering a breathtaking view of the city below, plunged into a night illuminated by artificial lights. Being the child of a single mom, she had never been to a high-end restaurant. She had never thought her first time in this kind of establishment would happen under such strange circumstances, though.
Once again, all heads turned toward her as she walked amongst the tables. It felt even worse than in the street. Every person here was wearing tasteful outfits, enjoying glasses of expensive wine while having serious conversations about adult topics. And there she was, looking like a complete trainwreck. Parading around in clothes most customers wouldn't to dare wear to spice things up in the secrecy of their bedrooms. Alice felt judged, frowned upon, vilified, and Mr. Thompson wasn't missing any of it...
The fact she was following the path of an ageing, poorly dressed man with a messy beard didn't go unnoticed either. The teen blonde could almost hear their suppositions regarding the nature of their relationship. A tired father who had definitely given up on raising his daughter correctly and who let her walk around looking like a harlot? A social worker attempting to pull a young prostitute off the streets by trying to land her a job in this fancy restaurant? Or simply a shameless gold digger so desperate for a sugar daddy that she'd stoop as low as to date this depressingly hideous man?
The last assumption was probably going to take the cake, though it couldn't be further from the truth. Alice was here of her own free will, and she wasn't getting paid a cent. She had even taken some time off work to prepare for tonight, to meet with this filthy elderly man that no one would look at twice in any other social situation.
The gold digger option was probably better than the truth, she thought as she sat down at their designated table. At least, this way, her motivations were clear. It would be best no one here found out she was actually a college dropout meeting her 55-year-old former high school teacher who had asked her out as she was miserably blowing on his dick in a strip-club backroom…
"Everything to you satisfaction, dear?" Mr. Thompson said as he looked at the menu.
"Other than the fact everyone here looks at me like I came out of a whorehouse?" she joked, bitterly. "I suppose so, sir. At least the food looks alright."
"More than alright, it's rumored to be exquisite," he corrected her. "You can choose any dish you want, I'll pay for the bill."
Alice raised a skeptical eyebrow. Was the old man suddenly being... Nice? That felt out of character coming from him. Though, now that she thought about it, he had always gave her decent tips when they met at the strip-club, and he had also paid for her new set of clothes. The guy was a prick, but he wasn't stingy at least. The blonde girl chose a starter, followed by a main course, and the waiter was polite enough not to make any comment regarding her garment. She looked out the window, at the big city she'd always lived in. For once, Alice felt like she was flying above it, not getting crushed by it. It was a nice sensation, though it didn't last...
"I'm glad you accepted my invitation tonight, Miss Thornwood," Mr. Thompson said. "But I think you already guessed it's not a blank check. I expect something in return."
Aaaand there it was... Yeah, a selfless gesture didn't seem like his style.
"Can't say I'm surprised," she sighed. "So, what does my former teacher want out of his broke student tonight? You specified you weren't interested in my conversation, after all."
"Call me shallow, but your brain is of no concern to me, little slut. It's your other qualities I'm interested in..."
As he said that, his eyes lowered to her crop top. He leered at the shape of her breasts, following their contours with a hungry smile. Alice felt stripped bare, even more so than when she was on stage at Aphrodite. Mr. Thompson had always had a weird way of looking at girls back in high school, one the many reasons everyone despised him, but he was smart enough not to try anything sketchy with underage students. Not two years had passed and, now that he was doing the same thing with her, it was... Legal. Well, kind of, because the teen blonde was pretty sure she had reason enough to call the cops on the dirty bastard at this point!
But the law wasn't what concerned her. It was the fact she had never had a man look at her so lewdly, desired her so shamelessly! Her previous boyfriends had never made her feel so wanted. And even though her evil teacher might've glanced at other girls back in high school, Alice had now his absolute and undivided attention... It should've creeped her out, considering their age difference, but the way her tits hardened under the fabric made it quite obvious that wasn't the case. Igniting such a fire in a much older man was making her inexplicably aroused.
"What... What do you mean, sir?" she said in a shaky voice, feeling her heart rate speed up. "What do you want me to do?"
"I'll have a proposition for you, but that'll come later. Right now, to thank me for the savory food I'm offering you, I want you to show me your breasts, Miss Thornwood."
"What!? But we're... We're in the middle of a restaurant!"
"You show a lot more than your tits every time you go to work. Don't tell me you're afraid of unwanted attention?"
Alice panicked, looking around them to see if someone was hearing what they were discussing, but Mr. Thompson snapped his fingers and made her focus on him.
"You've made quite an entrance, but everyone is back to their conversation. No one's looking our way. Consider it a repayment, or an appetizer for what's to come..."
"I... I don't know, sir," she said, apprehensively. "I'm not sure I feel comfortable with this."
"You're back to calling me sir, but we both know that's not how you should address me. Don't you, Alice?"
The old man smiled lustfully. She knew what he meant by that. And she also knew uttering this word might lead her to do things she really shouldn't accept. It always started this way...
"Yes... Daddy," she said, nonetheless.
"Then be a good daughter, Miss Thornwood. Show your Daddy how obedient you can be."
Alice got goose bumps only from hearing it. Same as in Aphrodite's private room or in the clothing store... The moment Mr. Thompson took this pretense father persona, the pretty blonde couldn't help but want to please him in every way she could. She knew it was because of her absent father and her abandonment issues, but knowing it didn't change anything. She wanted an older man to love her, to need her, to protect her, whatever the cost.
It was just too bad the man that accepted to play this game with her was the repelling and evil Mr. Thompson. Her low elf-esteem would've probably prevented her from accepting someone gentle and caring, though. She didn't deserve so much. She needed someone mean and scornful to remind her of how inferior she was...
The middle-aged teacher was exactly that. The embodiment of what her father had always been in the young blonde's mind: a despicable man who had nothing but disdain for her, who had abandoned her without ever bothering to check up on her. He was the exact representation of the vile person she had resented all her life, while sorely longing for him at the same time. Only, this time she was a grown girl, and she would find a way to make him stay. And, as she slowly lifted her top to show her breasts to a man more than twice her age in a public place, Alice knew she would do anything to keep her Daddy by her side. Humiliation was a small price to pay for finally having him in her life.
"Does it... Does it please you, Daddy?" she asked hesitantly, knowing full well Mr. Thompson could see how hard and erect her nipples were.
"Very much so, Miss Thornwood. Your tits are absolutely perfect, better than I ever imagined. If we weren't in the middle of a restaurant, I'd nibble on them."
Alice felt her cheeks redden. Countless boys had complimented her on her good looks in the past, but being commended by an older man was so different. His insults were knives to her heart, but each praise made her completely melt!
"Thanks, sir. But yeah, please refrain from doing that," she chuckled happily.
"I can't believe you'd stoop so low as to humiliate yourself in a public. You've really turned into a brazen whore Alice, or maybe you've always been. This is truly pathetic!"
The way he reverted back to being rude and disrespectful made her pout. Why did he always have to be so mean!
"But... That was to thank you for your kind invitation! I've already told you, I'm not a whore!"
"As far as I know, you're not a starving homeless person without options, Alice. And yet, you choose to pay for a meal by flashing your boobs! It means your body is currency, an object to be sold and bargained for. And seeing how cheap it was to make my former student show me her breasts, I wonder how much it'll take for something else..."
"It's not like that!" she tried to argue. "You're the one who pushed me to..."
"Careful, dear," the old man cut her off. "Our starters are coming this way."
Alice panicked as she saw the waiter come toward them, and she hurriedly closed her arms in front of her to hide the fact she was shamelessly flashing her breasts in the middle of the restaurant. Thankfully, he didn't notice anything and gave them their plates without asking a thing before going back to the kitchen. The teen blonde sighed with relief, feeling her heart ready to beat out of her chest. Mr. Thompson looked at her, amused by her reaction.
Now that the danger had passed, she had a small laugh and smiled. It had been so close! A little more and they would have been thrown out for public exhibition! But it also had been... Kinda fun! For once, she felt like she had shared a different form of connection with her Daddy. Playing kinky pranks together was a nice father-daughter bounding time!
Suddenly, Alice noticed a woman was looking their way. She hoped she hadn't seen what had just unfolded and discreetly put her crop top back on her breasts, but the red-haired girl didn't stop glancing. As the teen blonde watched her closer, a cold shiver ran down her spine. Fuck no! Anything but that! But it was too late, they both had recognized each other and the young woman was already rising up from her chair to come and greet them.
"Hey, hello Alice!" she said, shyly. "And well, hello Mr. Thompson. It's such a surprise to meet you both here tonight!"
The old man looked at her a few seconds, then snapped his fingers.
"Samantha Eve Wilkins, from class 8-B!" he said. "It's been a while, I almost didn't recognize you."
"Heyyyyy, Samantha," Alice said, with a nervous smile. "Fancy meeting you here, what have you been up to?"
Fuck! Why did she have to meet a former schoolmate on this one specific night? Samantha wasn't a particularly bad person, she hadn't been one of the gossipers who had spread dirty rumors on her account back in the day. But what would she think, finding her dressed like a vulgar hooker while dining with their high school teacher? She noticed Samantha couldn't help but look at her obscenely short skirt and at the "Yes Daddy?" message on her crop top. Her eyes even widened at the sight of her collar, but she was too well-educated to make a comment. Alice seemed so trashy while dining with a much older man, it really wasn't a good look!
"Oh, things have been going well for me lately," she replied. "I'm in second year in law-school now. I'm dining out here with my boyfriend. He's a bit older than me and already a lawyer, he's right there."
Samantha pointed at the table she had just left, where a good-looking man in a suit gave them a warm smile. Older than her, my ass, thought Alice! He must have been 25 or 26 at best, far from the worst age gap couple she'd seen. And there she was, eating with a sex-crazed 55-year-old divorced dad with anger issues. A man who had basically sunk his family only to be able to keep going to his favorite sleazy strip-club, and who was in a messy relationship with a girl 36 years younger than him whom he disrespected constantly. Age gap wise, Samantha's situation didn't exactly feel relatable.
"And you, what have you been up to, since prom night?" the young future lawyer asked.
"Well, hum… College didn't really work out for me," Alice said, trying to dodge the question. "I've been doing a little of this, a little of that, planning my next move."
"Oh, don't sell yourself short, my dear Alice," Mr. Thompson intervened. "Miss Thornwood just started working in performing arts, and I must say her debut has been quite promising!"
Alice looked at him furiously. What was he playing at, exactly? Humiliating her in front of strangers had already been nerve-wracking, now he even wanted to sully her reputation with someone from her past?
"I didn't know you were interested in arts, Alice," Samantha said. "Nor you, by the way, Mr. Thompson."
"Well, aren't we all full of surprises," he joked, slyly.
"What kind of performance do you do? Is there a specific theater you're working at, right now?"
"Well, it's mainly dancing," she answered, stressed out. "And I haven't found a stable place yet, I've been doing shows here and there…"
"Nonsense!" Mr. Thompson said. "Miss Thornwood has already become quite popular in aficionado circles. I myself have been to several of her shows, and it has been nothing but delightful."
Alice could've knocked his fucking teeth out then and there! The old sleazebag was playing with fire. Though, somehow, his word of praise made the teen blonde all-tingly inside. She knew he had loved every meeting they'd had in the private room – I mean, with how hard he'd fucked her face every time, it would have been difficult not to notice – but hearing him say it out loud was making her blush.
"Wow, that's great!" Samantha said. "Do you have any date planned out soon? It'd be fun to come and see with my own eyes."
"My shows are meant for very small audiences," Alice answered. "I'm not sure you'll find tickets easily."
"That's too bad, I would love to see you on stage someday. Isn't it fun to see how much everyone from our class has evolved in just one-and-a-half year?"
"Some better than others, if you ask me," Mr. Thompson said, playfully. "But I won't say who, I don't want to make anyone jealous!"
They shared a pleasant laugh, this was going better than Alice had feared. But, of course, things never run smoothly, do they?
"So anyway, said Samantha, it's so weird to see you both here tonight. I didn't know you two got along back in high school, I wouldn't have guessed you'd keep in touch."
Alice had been expecting this question, there was no way around it. But how could Samantha refrain from asking? This situation was pure nonsense. Not a single student had ever gotten along with Mr. Thompson. He was mean and degrading. He screamed at schoolboys even when they hadn't done anything wrong. High-schoolers were terrified of him, and the other teachers didn't like him either. He seemed to be a lousy colleague, complaining all the time that his pupils were moronic and good for nothing. He didn't enjoy teaching, he enjoyed spreading terror in the hearts of teenagers.
The worst thing was how he handled female students. Making them stand in front of the class and belittling them every time they uttered a wrong answer, making rude comments about their clothes or about how dumb their adolescent interests were. He even mocked several of them when they told him what studies they intended to pursue in college, making it clear he didn't believe they had the mental capacity to do so.
Alice had been one of his favorite targets. He chastised her more times than she could count for being late, scorned her in front of her classmates for being lazy and never doing her homework. Thinking back, he had always been resentful of her, making every hour she spent in his class a living nightmare! And Samantha witnessed it all, which is why she couldn't wrap her head around the fact they were having dinner together.
"Well, we ran into each other a while back, and you could say we've gotten quite closer since then…" Alice answered, with the brightest fake smile she could muster.
Without warning, Mr. Thompson seized her left hand on the table, rubbing it softly as a loving couple would. Samantha's eyes widened and she seemed to understand what was exactly going on.
"It's strange how sometimes you find common interests even with the most unexpected people, don't you think?" the old high school teacher said. "I guess Miss Thornwood and I just realized we were more... compatible than we imagined."
Alice's blood ran cold in her veins as he said that. She thought about removing her hand, but it was too late. Cat was out of the bag, it would have been pointless. Furthermore, she kind of liked how tender the old man was with her for once, showing signs of affection he had never displayed before.
"I should… I should let you get back to it, then," Samantha said, uncomfortably, as she took a step back. "I hope you two enjoy your night, see you again!"
She quickly ran back to her table and to her young and successful boyfriend. To a life that, at one point, Alice thought she could have.
She shifted her attention to Mr. Thompson, to the man who had invited her to this wonderful place. Her prince charming was quite different. He didn't treat her with respect, didn't shower her with love and gifts. Instead, he embarrassed her every chance he got, belittled her when they were alone and treated her with the utmost contempt. Even when she was pleasuring him sexually, he didn't show any sign of affection. He just used her like an object, uncaring about how she felt. He was a spiteful man, an old and bitter little tyrant. Deep down, Alice believed it was probably all she deserved.
"She knows I'm fucking you," the professor said, with an unconcerned tone. "By this time tomorrow, she'll have told all her former high school friends she has seen the pretty and pretentious Alice Thornwood dressed like a slut, eating dinner with old and ugly Mr. Thompson. And that they seemed oddly close, as if she was his mistress or his sugar baby. Then her friends will tell theirs, who'll tell theirs… In no time, everyone you knew from school will know what a whore you've turned into. That you've lowered yourself as far as becoming an old man's prostitute, sucking his wrinkled dick and nuts whenever he asks you to, getting your pussy and ass stuffed each time he brings you out for dinner to thank him. The almighty Miss Thornwood, hottest girl in school, reduced to selling her body to the most hated teacher they've ever had. A man 36 years older than her, who could've well been her father in another life! Really, what is she thinking? How shameful and unsavory!"
"Very graphic and evocative, but could you stop with the inner monologue, sir? Replied the young blonde sullenly. I'm feeling bad enough as is."
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