Page 3 of Daddy's Best Friend

“Alexander Henry Vance!” Todd smacked his palm on the table, and I had to hide a smirk. Trevor didn’t have decency to hide his reaction; he just laughed out loud and pointed at Alex. “That will be quite enough.” Todd’s eyes bugged out, his face three shades of red darker than his wine.

“I’m sorry, Alan.” Elaine grimaced. “Ella is…challengingat the moment.”

Alex ignored his father and continued. “She’s a fuck up, Alan. She parties all night and never comes home. She refuses Dad’s help. Look, he got me this job where I just post videos to social media to keep the company image all spic and span, you know? She could have a cushy job and make bank, and she won’t take it.” Alex shrugged. “Dad, I’ma go to my room.”

“Alex, really,” Elaine chided. “Please use proper English. I am going to go to my room.”

Trevor finally covered the stupid grin on his face. Watching the family unravel wasn’t exactly entertaining to me. I knew how hard Todd had worked to build his business when his kids were little and how many times, he’d told me what an awful father he was to his kids. He had expressed regret that he wasn’t there for them, so seeing him struggling now was difficult.

“She won’t work for you?” I cocked my head, watching his shoulders droop as Alex excused himself up the staircase.

“I’m gonna hang with Alex too, Dad. Thanks Mr. and Mrs. Vance for such a good meal.” Trevor stood and pushed in the chair, excusing himself up the stairs after Alex. The large modern space felt cold and oddly empty without the boys there, but the tension still hung around us like a wet blanket.

When the boys were out of earshot, Todd broke down. “I don’t know what to do with her, Alan. She is recalcitrant and disobedient, disrespectful. I could offer her a terrific position starting out, but she insists on carving her own path. I see myself in her, though. The way I wanted to build my company. It’s determination and drive; that’s what it is. She will do well for herself; I just wish she didn’t want to force herself to struggle just to make it happen.

“And the partying. Well, that’s another story. Straight A’s, perfect attendance, and she hits the bottle and who knows what else.”

Elaine blushed as Alan finished. “Would you like dessert?” She was trying to change the subject, perhaps the weight of shame too heavy for her to endure.

“So what will you do?” I sipped my wine again, feeling like Todd was leading to something.

“I don’t know. If only there were a way I could provide a great start for her, without her knowing it was me.” His eyes slowly found their way to my face. “What if you let her work for you?”

I could see the hope in his expression, and Elaine’s eyes sparkled with unshed tears. When Kirsty destroyed my heart, both of them had practically taken me in. If the business hadn’t been doing so well, I would have had to sleep on their couch. I felt obligated to help them, though hiring a party girl with a wild,rebellious streak into my company didn’t seem like a smart move. Still, the way they looked at me, I knew I had to help.

“Sure, I can find a place in accounting for her.” I set my wine glass down, and Elaine beamed.

“Fantastic!” She clapped her hands together and stood. “I’m going to get pie!”

Todd looked relieved but not happy. “Thank you, Alan. I really owe you one. You have no idea what we’ve been through with this girl. And I apologize in advance if it gets ugly. You might have to do some convincing to make this work. She may still see it like a handout. She’s so ridiculously independent.”

I chuckled. “Trevor is the same way. I can handle it… Now, before the pie comes, I need to use the facilities.” I stood, draping my napkin over my chair.

“Yes, well, use the one in Ella’s room. The powder room down the hall has a leaky faucet. We have a plumber coming next week to install a new one.” Todd pointed at the short hall that led toward the family room and the back door. Ella’s room was the only door leading off that back room, supposed to be an office, but repurposed for her bedroom as she got older.

I headed for the toilet and relieved myself, noticing the room looked very empty and unused. There was no towel for washing my hands, so I rifled through the small wicker shelf in the corner of the room to find one. When I turned on the water, I realized there was no soap either. So, I started opening drawers in the vanity. I found a first aid kit, an assortment of hairbrushes, a few hair ties and the like, and a smattering of makeup pallets but no soap.

Frustrated, I searched all the drawers and beneath the sink, all to the same result. No soap in the bathroom. But the first aid kit would have hand sanitizer, so I pulled it out. It was a large box, more like a med kit you’d see in a school bus or emergency transport. It barely fit in the drawer and clunked around as I pulled it out.

I opened the lid, seeing normal first aid supplies, bandages, tape, gauze, and antibiotic cream. I set those aside, searching for the hand sanitizer, and I noticed a pool cue ball. I thought it was strange that someone would store their cue ball in a first aid kit and chuckled, placing it to the side to dig deeper. Beneath the cue ball was a blue velvet pouch with dark blue ribbon cinching it shut.

Curiosity got the better of me and I opened the pouch. It contained three silver items, looking like tubes of lipstick, but when I twisted one it began to vibrate, and I knew exactly what it was the minute it did. I quickly shut it off and replaced the velvet pouch, but now I was really curious. I glanced at the door and listened. I didn’t hear anyone coming, so I continued looking.

Beneath the velvet pouch was something wrapped up in a washcloth. My dick stirred to life thinking of the naughty things that Ella was in to. As soon as I picked up the washcloth and the item wrapped up in it I knew what it was just from its weight and shape. But there was something else wrapped with it that I couldn’t even guess the identity of.

I folded the washcloth open and saw exactly what I expected, and something I’d never expected. A bright pink dildo, completely with ridges and veins just like a real dick, was nestled next to a silver anal plug with a gem on the end of it. Just thinking of anyone using something like that was arousing, and I found myself having to put the items away quickly to keep mycock from getting so hard I’d be trapped in that bathroom for a half hour until it went away.

The thought of Ella Vance being such a naughty little vixen turned me on and I couldn’t stop it. My mind raced with thoughts, fantasizing about how she used them or why she didn’t just find a guy her age to sate her lust. Why self-pleasuring?

Whatever the case, I was left with splashing cold water on my face—never did find that soap—and thinking about Margret Thatcher naked on a cold day, just to make my cock go down. What on earth was I getting into taking her on as an intern?

3

ELLA

Apounding in my head jarred me awake. In my dream it was a jack hammer being used by a really sexy construction worker, but after prying my eyes open, I realized it was actually a hangover. The light streaming through the window nearly blinded me, and I covered my eyes and squinted against it, groping for my blanket, which I could not find.

I did discover, however, that I was totally naked and sprawled out on my bed with a pile of crumpled tissues and my vibrator, along with a few other toys. I groaned, thinking how embarrassing it would have been if Wendy had come home last night. Or maybe she had, and she just left without saying anything. As long as nude pictures of me passed out hugging my sex toys didn’t get posted on the internet somewhere, I didn’t care. My head hurt too bad to care.

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