Attention Whore (Babette & CountofTuscany)

[CountofTuscany]

Matthew Knight was on his way home today. He pressed the pedal of his luxurious red sports car. The engine roared, it sounded as if a lion had just caught a hyena in it's territory. His hands felt as the wheel slid against his skin while the turn came back into normal. Music pumped from the seats, nothing like some good 'ole classic rock. Led Zeppelin, King Crimson, Rolling Stones, etc. His gray work jacket sat neatly folded on the passenger's seat. He wore a white-creamy colored t-shirt with a thin dark blue tie, and matching gray slacks with black shoes. Matthew was a handsome man. He was about 44, but at the peak of his career as of yet. He was a tall man, of about 6'02" in stature. He had a large and wide muscular back, his shirt fit him perfectly. He kept his body at best shape, having marked muscles in all the right places. He had a pair of stunning blue eyes and lightly tanned skin. He had dark brown hair neatly combed to the side and no facial hair. His smile was a killer, or so claimed his new girlfriend.

Matthew was the widow father of a spoiled brat. Because of his successful career, and his emotional state of affairs, Matthew made sure that his little girl had received everything she ever desired. This made her grow into a bit of a spoiled girl, her friends would call her bitchy at times, but Matthew couldn't do anything against her, she knew how to play him so well. Yet, as of recently, Matt had met a women at a bar, and soon enough they had started dating. Tonight was going to be yet another date, about the third one this week, it was a Friday after all, and grown ups need their fun. He had never realized how important his attention had been on his daughter, especially since she never returned any of, it was just something he felt he HAD to commit to.

As of now, he roared into his giant home. He had arrived home and was about to get ready for his date.

 

[Babette]

Stacey Knight heard her Daddy’s car pull into the driveway. At 19 years of age, she had grown up as beautiful as her father was handsome. She was 5’6” tall, her body was well toned. She figured tonight she would spend time with just him and her together since his new girlfriend had come into the scene she hardly saw him anymore. She brushed her hair and put on a short black skirt, a semi transparent low cut black blouse and gold buttons, then pulled on a pair of black stockings. Her high heels were gold with black lace.

She gracefully walked down the stairs, pulling her long blond hair over her shoulder, reaching the bottom as her father came through the door. She adored him in many ways, not just because he had money to spend on her, but because he was all hers. Until that woman came into his life.

Stacey walked over to her father and kissed him. “Hello daddy, I am so glad you are home. I thought you and I could spend the night together, I dressed up for you. Do you like what you see? I want us to go someplace nice.” She winked at him and turned around so he could catch each side of her shapely body.

She had a secret she kept to herself. Now that he had begun to date, the secret needed to be revealed, she thought if she could get him to take her out she would get him intoxicated and whatever happened after that happened. She was not going to step aside for any bar tramp. If her daddy wanted a tramp, she would take up the slack and pretend for him, she hated any woman that would come in his path. He need never know that she had a crush on him. The thought of losing him to some bar tramp was too much to deal with that, and her being thrown aside caused her heart to ache.

“Will you get a shower daddy and take your little girl out on the town? We could dance, have a few drinks, whatever you want daddy, please?”

 

[CountofTuscany]

Matthew turned the keys, and saw that his "little" girl had already been waiting for him. Her presence came of nothing new to him, it was what he could expect from any day that he stepped in through the door. He just saw her in her black clothing and her blond hair, it was typical. For some reason Matt didn't take notice that she had especially wore something for him, and he usually caught on to that type of things, at least he did with women he cared about.

Matt gladly accepted her kiss, since Stacey brought along with her a nice aroma. He breathed in and smiled, turning his body away from her, heading immediately towards his room. He stopped once she mentioned the night, and turned to see what she had on. He saw all black, looked up and down her, not caring for details and smiled. He grabbed her cheek bone, rubbing her cheek softly with his gentle thumb, and waited for her to finish. He looked at her in the eyes and replied in his low toned voice, "That's nice dear, but I'm afraid I have a date tonight." He nodded at her and let go. It was as easy as that, tell her the truth and scrambled. He wanted to make sure he looked the best for his date, today he had reservations to a special modern cooking place, he was really looking forward to it.

He made his way towards his room, setting the jacket on his bed and starting to undue the first buttons of his shirt.

 

[Babette]

“Daddy! Is that all you have to say? That’s nice? You didn’t even see me, it is all about you, always about you and your dates. I dressed up especially nice for you, and all you can say is that’s nice dear..blah blah blah? Dammit Dad I am not 12 any more. Why can’t you see past the nose on your own damn face. You never want to spend time with me,” she shouted at him. Stacey then kicked off her high heels sending them flying in the direction of his room stomping up the stairs. The blouse came off half way up, then her skirt at the entrance to the door of her room. She took off her stockings and picked up all three items tossing them over the railing. “Give them to your girlie friend, maybe you will notice her!” she yelled down to her dad.

She put on a low cut cobalt blue velvet dress with most of the back showing nothing but bare skin and slipped on a pair of black leather shoes. The pearl necklace she had gotten for a graduation gift from her boyfriend. Grabbing her purse and her keys she came back down stairs, and without saying a word, she opened the front door slamming it as hard as she could. If her dad wasn’t going to notice her she would get some attention else where. Stacey walked to her car fuming mad. Her dad had parked behind her car yet again instead of parking his to the side. She would stand there and wait for him to leave before going back inside to ask him anything. Her anger and her pride were too great to beg him for anything at this point.

 

[CountofTuscany]

As Matt was half way through his shirt, he began to hear the giant drama scene behind him. The high heels, the stomping, the yelling, it was something that he had thought she would have grown out off already. He groaned, a bit ticked off by her childish behavior, but for some reason, he found truth in what she said. It was as if she made him notice that he had been too obsessed with this new the girl that just happen to walk into his life mysteriously and out of the blue. He stayed there, looking blankly at his room, a low lit and elegantly decorated place, with his shirt half way open, still trying to decide what he was going to do. It didn't take him too long to decide. Matt dug his phone into his pocket and and called his girlfriend, cancelling the date. He explained to her that his daughter had dearly asked him for the night, and the she felt neglected, his girlfriend insisted, but finally gave in and decided to go out on a date on the next day. Once Matt finished their conversation, he came out, picking up her high heels and heading out the slammed door.

Hos tone was now tender and sweet, "Stacey..." He called out for her. He was patient with her, and since she always got her way, it didn't take much for her to loose her wits. "I'm sorry... you are right." He said standing outside in the door way, with the half of his muscular torso out for the public to see. He walked over to her, handing out her high heels in the air, "I am deeply sorry baby, you looked amazing." He said with a smile now, he was hoping even she wasn't all that immune to his smile, "And I would love it if you went back upstairs, put on your lovely attire, and take you out tonight." He was hoping they could call a truce for tonight, "I know I've been hanging out too much with my girl, I'll make it up to you, I promise." He said still smiling, trying to convince her. He had grown rather fond of casual sex with his girlfriend and thought about how he would manage today.

 

[Babette]

Stacey was indeed infuriated at her dad, she stood outside by her sports car waiting what seemed forever. She was about to march back inside and ask him to move his car when the front door opened. Her dad called to her and she stared at his almost naked chest. Half hearing his words she saw his muscles thinking how hot he looked standing at the door like he was. As he came closer she felt a stirring in her she knew she should not have. She looked away from him, down at the ground, listening to him apologize to her. She turned red flushed with embarrassment at her wicked thoughts.

She finally looked up and grabbed him throwing her arms around him. “Oh Dad, do you know how much I love you?” she asked him kissing his cheek. “I would love so much to be your girl tonight, I promise it will be fun, hopefully you will take me dancing too, it has been so long since just the two of us had a real night together. It won’t take me long to change, unless.....” she pulled out of the hold she had on him, turned around so he could view her new dress. “Unless you like this one better?” she asked him, teasing him just a bit.

“I am sorry I ruined your plans Dad, but I am not sorry I am still your little girl. I never want anything to come between us. I know I need to let go of you more, but it is hard, I love you so much, and I would do anything you asked me too. Anything except let you go. You are mine and you always will be. No matter if you marry again, I will love you always. So, what do you say, this sexy blue or the sexy black, your choice daddy dearest.”

 

[CountofTuscany]

As he observed her skin flash to red, and there was something about that fact that made his stomach turn. She felt bad for herself, but Matt did not know if to feel good because he was doing good parenting, finally, or to feel bad because she was feeling bad. It was the split cruelty of being a parent. Soon enough though, Matt found himself with her hands around his neck, and her scent and sweet voice against him. He couldn't help but smile and let his arms wrap around her waist a little, he loved the fact that she was so slim. His smiled grew even wider once she kissed his cheek. He actually ind of liked the idea of going out to dance, he himself hadn't been out dancing in a long time, and he liked to consider himself quite the dancer.

Her blue skirt seemed to fit her buttocks quite well... quite well indeed. He turned back up to her smile, noticing a bit of mischief. She explained herself and her deepest feelings, Matt felt good and comforted by her, at least she was being honest now. He winked at her and added, "I think I liked your stockings a bit more." He laughed, finally handing over to her her black and gold high heels. Matt turned around with his shirt still half opened and added, "It doesn't matter hun, I postponed my date for tomorrow." He said, not knowing what this would mean for Stacey.

 

[Babette]

Stacey was happy that her dad had decided to take her out. She grabbed her clothes and shoes and sashayed back to the house. She knew her walk alone was a tease and at this point she didn’t mind at all. She left the door open and headed up the stairs again to change her clothes.
“Dad, I won’t be long, she yelled through the open door. The excitement of having the night with her Dad, was very exciting. For some reason her hands trembled as she took off her blue velvet dress. Standing at the mirror she looked over her half naked body. “Stacey, too bad he is Dad,” she said to herself quietly.

She took a little extra time getting ready, putting back on the strapless black bra, the semi see through blouse and the short mini skirt. She carefully put back on her black silk stockings and then her high heels. She exchanged her blue purse for her black one, and combed her hair again, then decided to make it one long braid pulling in over her shoulder. She braided black and gold threads in her hair as well. Stacey wanted her Dad to see she could be as much as a lady as the women he took out.

“Here comes your date Dad,” she said as she walked gracefully down the stairs. She hoped she had beat him getting dressed. The last thing she wanted to hear is how men have to wait on women. She of course was not just any woman, she was his daughter and she loved him. She loved him deeply as well as the teasing he gave her from time to time.

 

[CountofTuscany]

And of course, once Alexander walked out of his room ready, he was surprised to see her come down just a few moments later. He had managed to take a quick shower and change into something that stayed with his classy attire. His hair, still wet, was stylishly combed to his left. His green eyes were furious lighthouses now. His smile was devilish, this was his dating mood. His stance was completely offensive, it was his time to get his work on. Except that he knew this was just an "outing" with his small daughter, but the fact that he had been making up his mind to taking out his girlfriend, and banging her like crazy, his mind had already entered into such trance. It didn't help his subconscious that Stacey was repeating the word "date" over and over again, it all pointed to a very... touchy end of the night.

He smiled, his eyes goggling up and down her body as Stacey gracefully walked her way down the stairs. His smile lit up instantly once she hit the floor. He could tell she had put a lot of time and effort into her re-clothing. His eyes went down her clothing, to realize she had put on one of the best dresses she had, or at least it was one that she had seen for reserved occasions. "Well then..." He said clearing his throat, and sticking his arm out for her to hold, "She we part on our adventure for tonight?" He whispered into her ear naughtily. Alex didn't exactly know what he was doing, he was just going on with her game that she had started.

 

[Babette]

Stacey smiled brightly at her dad. “My what a handsome devil you are Mr. Knight. All dressed up and no one to take you dancing?” She laughed as she took his arm. “Wow Dad, you really do look nice. I am so glad we can go out like this. It has been a long time since just you and I did anything fun together. I love you for taking this night to spend with me.” She took his arm and leaned her head on his shoulder as they walked towards the door. “Of course. I am ready to go. Oh, I love the scent of your cologne, you have such great taste in everything, Dad. Your cars, your personal stuff, the people you hang out with, and look what a prize of a daughter I am. Seriously, I meant that as a compliment. You raised me, I am exactly like you, except for the girlie parts, how bad could I be?” Stacey kissed his cheek just before they got to the car.

After buckling her seat belt she looked him up and down. “Seriously, if you weren’t my Dad, I would be infatuated with you. I really do like older men, Dad. So, I can sort of practice my charm on you. Of course I am kidding about being infatuated with you. I love you, how could I not love you? You are my Dad.” She sat back waiting for him to start the car. She was so happy to be spending some quality time with him, she hoped tonight would be filled with laughs, dancing and dinner. A good time for both and repeated as needed.

 

[CountofTuscany]

Alexander took her frail arm firmly within his, and brought her body close. He felt her head on his shoulder, and looked down on her neatly place golden hair. He smiled at her every compliment, she seemed like a little girl at a candy store. All of it just for her, all the desert, all the goods, all the sugar, just for his baby girl. He would do anything for her really, because her smile would make him grin for ages, and her tears would throw him in deep sorrow for weeks. Alex was just the recipient of her emotions, and that is why she would have the upper hand against him, because she was the one to decide.

"Thanks baby." He replied to her finally as they arrived at the car. He made sure he opened the door for her, and let her slip onto the comfortable luxury leather seats. He shut the door for her and went around the car. It was odd, he had never felt so good. Her flattering had really gotten to him, his heart felt warm, and his stance was even more proud now. He was a roaring lion, waiting for his women to come home with the meal. He felt the need to undo one of his chest buttons for some reason before getting in the car himself. His chest pumped out, radiating confidence and security. He coughed lightly as he turned the keys to the car and made the car ignite in a loud bold roar. Alex turned to Stacey and asked in a low toned voice, "Hold on." He winked at her.

Alex placed a hand at the back of her seat and looked back, the yard was clear. He let the car roar once more before he swiftly let go of the hand brake, and turned the stick into reverse. Hitting the pedals at just the right places, the car was pulled back by a sudden force, and the steering wheel turned the car so that it would turn onto the street, making half a wheelie on the ground. "Put on some tunes baby." He said, as the car faced the street. He grabbed her frail hands and placed them on the radio. He smiled and roared out of the drive way, the car responding to his every command.

 

[Babette]

Stacey watched her Dad, she saw his shirt opened a little more when he got in the car. She told him everything she felt, and none of it was untrue, even the part that she said about being infatuated with him if he wasn’t her Dad, was true. But that had to be left an unspoken truth, saying it as a matter of kidding with him is all she dared let him know. The truth is she loved her Dad, a lot more than just a Dad. She fantasized about him often, dreamed at night he came to her room, gently waking her and confessing his love and need for her.

She heard him thank her for the compliments and she placed her hand on his thigh and patted him, “You’re welcome Dad.” Removing her hand from his thigh she smiled to him and caught the wink turning to look ahead as he told her to ‘hold on.’ She was ready and excited both to be sharing time with him. She closed her eyes and said “Ready for take off, Mr. Knight,” she laughed at thought of that TV show that had the robotic car.

“Dad!” she laughed even more as the car did a half wheelie in the street. “You are so much fun. We are going to have a good time tonight the way you are going.” He grabbed her hand placing it on the car radio then let go and watched the road. She turned on the radio and of all the songs to be playing it was ‘That Hot Rod Lincoln’ song. Stacey shook her head, she knew tonight would be perfect.