It's Only Dinner

I hated my job but I knew that I could never leave it. My wife had passed away 2 years ago and I vowed to give my baby daughter a life devoid of struggles. Actually my "baby" had just turned 16 but I still treated her like my little angel. In fact, that's what I always called her, "angel". My boss always treated me like shit. He would always make fun of me because I had no social life. I worked whatever hours I could but when I was done I would spend the rest of my time at home with my little angel. She almost never went out either. She was content with the time she spent with her daddy.That morning Jim (my boss) said to me, "well Jack, I was going to Gregory's (an expensive and fine restaurant) for dinner and thought I'd invite you and your girlfriend out with me and my date but then I remembered that they don't seat blowup dolls". Angered, I responded, "I have no problems getting a date and I am sure she would be hotter then any girl you would bring.". Words that I regretted the minute they passed my istanbul travesti lips."Great then it's settled. I will have my car pick you and your "woman" up at 8. Don't worry, I will pay for dinner, after all... I know what you get paid." he had ensnared me in the trap and I had no real way out where I could still save face.Later, at lunch time, Jim walked by my desk and brought his much younger and very gorgeous girl with him. "Vivian, this is Jack. He's the one who is supposed to have dinner with us... Just thought I'd introduce you now since he probably won't show up." and with that he began laughing. "I will be there." I said without conviction. I left work shortly after that. I knew I didn't have a chance of finding a date and even if I did there was no telling what she would look like. I was franticly trying to come up with a solution when Michelle came home. I put on a half-hearted smile and asked, "how was school angel?". She started to respond but cut herself short istanbul travestileri after seeing me clearly dismayed and asked me what was wrong. I was so embarrassed but I told her the story since we were always honest with each other."The solution is easy daddy. I'll be your date. He doesn't know me and I am young and pretty.. Aren't I dad?" she said with sly smile. "You are gorgeous angel but that sounds really weird and wrong. And you are only 16." "It will be fine. I will look older with make-up and my body looks as good as any 20 year old girls. And you can't afford to lose the job. Let's both get ready and not worry about this anymore." and she ran off to shower. My instincts said it was wrong but I went along with the new plan after debating the issue with myself. After all, it's only dinner and maybe hold each others hand.... I've held my daughters hand plenty.I was ready to go when I heard the car horn, I couldn't believe there was a limo outside my home. travesti istanbul I turned around to tell my daughter the car was here and the words were lost upon seeing her standing behind me. She wore a very short dress that accented every curve of her body. She showed an ample amount of cleavage and for a second I forgot she was my daughter. "Forget this... I am not doing it." "Daddy you know I wouldn't dress like this normally but your boss will be so jealous when he sees you with me. At night when we leave he will be left to think about what we are doing." and again she gave a sly smile. "and you will be by my side to protect me anyway."I knew I really didn't have a choice and I took her by the hand and led her out. I locked the door to the house and as I turned around she grabbed the back of my head and gave me a kiss... No tongue but it was on the lips and it lingered for a bit. She whispered, "we have to make it look real". I gave it very little thought and it certainly would help sell the ruse.As we got to the door of the limo, which was being opened by the driver, I noticed my boss was there with Vivian. His eyes were firmly on my daughter and my first instinct was to punch his lights out. My daughter tightened her grip on my hand and I remembered then that this was the response we wanted.