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Can I do this? 14 hours of roleplay?

Only one way to find out.

Self-doubt can stay back in the Christmas aisle – I’m not putting up with that shit anymore.

“Done,” I tell Ebony. “Wednesday night, as soon as I’m off my period.”

“Great stuff. The sooner the better.”

She’s right on that. Less time for the nerves to make a reappearance. I’ll be a very good actress for User 762. Maybe I can even practice in the meantime. Say Daddy as sweetly as I can in the mirror. I smile as I imagine it. I’m sure I could come up with some cracking lines, all set foradlib, when I need them.

“It’s great to see you coming to life, Ella,” Ebony says. “Seriously. You’re glowing brighter every single day.”

She’s right. I am. I just have to believe in myself.

Watch out,Creamgirl, I’m coming for you. And I’ll be coming forDaddyin the meantime.

Chapter Twelve

User 762.Male. 51.

I want full roleplay, adlib and convincing. You’ll be my daughter returning home after school, impudent after writing dirty stories in her notebook. You’ll get found out by Daddy, and you’ll get told off for it. You’ll admit it’s about a crush on a boy at school, and you’ll let Daddy take your mind off him, and keep you as his sweet little girl.

Daddy will punish you for being naughty. A decent spanking, over the knee.

Daddy will show you what it feels like to be used and made to feel good in dirty ways, and he’ll be much better at it than a silly little schoolboy.

You’ll thank Daddy very much, and promise to be a well behaved daughter from now on, giving Daddy the love he needs from you. And then he’ll give you bath time, put you to bed, and make you some breakfast before school in the morning. You’ll kiss him goodbye when you leave.

Convincing actress, please. Schoolgirl outfit. Pigtails. White socks.

Oral, pussy, some anal play, bathing, spanking and being told off like a naughty bitch. An overnighter, sleeping in a girly bedroom.

Duration – 14 hours.

Proposal price – £5000.

All my confidence-boostingmirror rehearsals over the past few days mean nothing whatsoever. I’m a nervous wreck as I get dressed up in my fake school uniform, shaking as I knot my tie.

One whole night playingDaddy’s girlfeels terrifying, like I’m going to goof up the very moment I step in through User 762’s front door. I can’t shake off the nerves. I haven’t played a role since drama class at high school, let alone maintaining a character for 14 hours straight.

I’ve looked up User 762’s address – outside the city in a posh village suburb. Daddy will be expecting the best from his pretend daughter, and can I deliver that? Really? I’m not so sure I can.

I send a message to Ebony.

I’m crapping myself.

I see the typing icon in return.

You’ll smash it. Don’t worry. It’s your first all-nighter, so freaking out is usual. Plus, it’s roleplay, so cut yourself some slack. The nerves will ease off once you get there. Believe in yourself!

I wish I had even an ounce of her faith.

I bought myself a genuine school blazer ready for this role, but feel like a fraud as I put it on. I put a long coat on over myuniform, but it doesn’t hide my knee-high white socks and Mary Janes. Just as well I booked a cab. There’s no way I’d be up for taking the tube. I’d feel every pair of eyes on me, every step of the way.

I tell myself I’m overthinking it. That people wouldn’t even notice. Still, rationality means nothing when nerves are sparking through your entire body.

I’m already waiting outside when the cab shows up, with my backpack slung over my shoulder. I slip into the back seat with a forced smile as I give the address to the driver. I’m fidgeting and shifting in my seat as soon as he pulls away, and trying to distract myself with the view from the window doesn’t help any. The bustle of streets are nothing but a blur.

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