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Subject: {ASSM} Chloe and Her Dad, part III
Date: Wed, 12 Dec 2001 21:10:05 -0500
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Here is a revised and reposted part of the story 'Chloe and Her Dad' part
III.  All the usual warnings apply.  Beware!  Plus I ask that you do not
repost any part of this story without my expressed written consent!  That
was fun to say.  As always I love to hear from readers.  Email me at
jrose@az.com.  Thanks and enjoy.

   Chloe and Her Dad, part III

   Chapter Eleven

   Light was the first thing that registered as Chloe woke up.  But the
light hurt, so she kept her eyes closed.  She stretched.  She felt used and
energized all at the same time.  She wanted to just sink into the bed and
drift off again.  She was drifting when her father's voice brought her to
port, gently but firmly.

   "Chloe, time to get up," he said softly.  She rose up and hugged him
like on automatic.  It felt good to hold him, to hold someone.  "Bailey and
Heather have already gone; their drivers came and picked them up an hour
ago.  It's time to rise and shine.  Are you ok?"

   Chloe opened her eyes finally.  She took in the sweet smile of her
father, his characteristic smell, his pulsing energy.  At this moment she
was so happy.  She hugged him again and gave him a big kiss on his cheek.

   "Yes, I am great.  What time is it?"

   "Almost noon," he said with a smirk.  "But that's ok, today can be a
quiet day.  Let's just lounge around the pool and chill.  I've had a way
too busy week and I have missed you so much!  Later we can go shopping for
the perfect party dress that will introduce you to my friends."

   "Oh yeah, isn't your party coming up soon?" she asked beginning to come
back to earth.

   "It's OUR party, and yes, it is in two weeks.  Breakfast, or should I
say brunch, will be waiting for you when you are ready." He kissed her on
the forehead and left her alone.

   Though she wanted to linger and recall all that had happened in the last
twenty four hours, she was eager to spend some time with her father.  So
she got out of bed and dressed for the day.  Simply; though she wanted to
look nice for her father.  She decided on matching pink satin panties and
bra, a black linen skirt and a white form fitting blouse.  It was just
tight enough to show off her figure without being too showy.  Her breasts
were still sensitive and full feeling which she attributed to what she and
her friends had been doing the day before.

   She padded barefoot into the kitchen.

   "Did you have a good time with your friends yesterday?" her father asked
as she sat and ate.

   "Yeah, they're pretty fun, " she answered.  "They keep asking me where I
will go to school this fall." Chloe was hoping her father would do
something about her schooling.

   "Oh, yes, that.  I have made arrangements for you to go to Manchester
this fall.  Do you know about it?" he asked innocently.

   "Oh, Daddy!" she jumped up and threw her arms around him.  "Thank you,
thank you!  How did you know that is where I wanted to go?"

   "Well, my dear, you have impeccable taste!  That is a very good school!"
he answered very pleased with himself that Chloe was so happy to go there.

   Chloe thought about how cool it would be to be going to Bailey and
Heather's school.

   "What would you like to do today?" her father asked.

   "Let's spend the day by the pool," Chloe answered.  "Oh wait, you wanted
us to go shopping."

   "We can do both.  The places I want to go are open by appointment for
us. Why don't we say, five o'clock shopping.  Until then we lounge by the
pool?"

   "Cool!" she said as she finished her brunch.  "I'll go get my suit on.
Last one in the water is a rotten egg!"

   It turned out that Chloe was the rotten egg.  When she got to her room
she couldn't decide what swimsuit to wear.  Her revealing bikini brought
back memories of the pool boy and her friends.  But she wanted to show off
for her father.  She finally decided on a leopard skin one-piece that had
high cut legs and a scoop bodice.  As she looked at herself her breasts
showed prominently through the thin material.

   When she came downstairs her father whistled but then dunked her
immediately when she got in the pool.  They swam and played and soaked up
the afternoon sun.

   "Ok, it's about time to get ready for our shopping trip," her father
announced just as the sun began to lose its strength.  "We'll grab a snack
and then get ready."

   Chloe liked that her father called it "our" shopping trip.  She wasn't
quite sure what she should wear for this party.  It was so reassuring that
he would help with it all.

   She had gotten the impression that she should dress fairly nicely for
the outing.  She chose a maroon paisley minidress and low heels, purple
satin bra and panties and makeup to complement.  When she came downstairs
her father took her hands and said, "Chloe, you have taken your lessons
with Nancy and Rochelle to heart!  You look fantastic!  I can't wait to
find you the perfect dress for our party." Chloe just smiled, but inside
she was so happy that her father liked how she dressed.

   The first stop was an exclusive dress shop where they had an appointment
for five pm on a Sunday.  As they drove there Chloe thought how amazing
this was.  Back in Connecticut no one shopped on a Sunday afternoon,
especially for fancy clothes!

   Her father was saying, "First we find just the right dress, then all the
accessories will follow." Chloe wondered what that meant.

   But once they were in the shop, and her father described the
requirements for the party, the women zoomed in on several long gowns in
Chloe's size.  She was kept busy and fussed over as they put one after
another on her.  Some required that she not wear a bra.  She thought later
how she kind of liked going out in front of her father dressed so.  Then
there was a black gown made from an exotic material that clung to her every
curve, with a slit up the side.  It had a plunging neckline.  She would
need some kind of support.  So the salesladies found a strapless bra for
her to wear that supported and pushed her breasts up.  When she tried the
dress on with the bra her father said immediately, "That's the one!" It had
classic lines and flowed down to her ankles.

   "Now we must find the right shoes and hose for you," he said as they
left the store.  "Then there's the accessories."

   "What do you mean?" Chloe asked.

   "We're going to find you just the right jewelry," was all he would say.

   At the next shop Chloe's father chose some hosiery that Chloe could not
believe she would get to wear.  They were very sheer black pantyhose with
jewels fitted on the back of the legs.  She wouldn't believe the price tag
on them She just wouldn't.  It was probably the last time she even looked
at what something that her father bought cost.

   At the shoe store where they had also a private appointment Chloe got to
try on so many different shoes that her head was swirling.  But her father
had the last word.  He wanted her to wear some four inch heels, black and
gold with a black band that went around her ankles with a gold clasp.  She
couldn't believe how sexy she felt wearing them.  The toes were so pointed
in shiny black satin.  And the heels in shiny gold.  Chloe was getting very
excited for this party!

   They went out for a late dinner and didn't get home till late that
night. It had been a great day with her dad.  He tucked her in bed and the
last thing he said to her was, "Sweet dreams, princess.  Oh and tomorrow,
call me as soon as your surprise is delivered!"

   Chloe drifted off to sleep wondering at his remark and smiling at how
wonderful of a day it had been.

   Chapter Twelve

   Now she had a chance to reflect on all that had happened in the last few
days.  She was awake.  Her father had left earlier than usual and let her
sleep instead of their usual routine where Chloe got up to be with her dad
before he went to work.  They'd had a whirlwind of a day together, though
it was relaxing and fun.  But things had been happening, and Chloe had not
had any time to figure them out.

   First was her overnight with Heather and Bailey.  Bailey had brought a
vibrator and used it on her!  Chloe started to get little flutters in her
stomach just from remembering what the two girls had done to her.  She
stretched and brought her hands up the full length of her body.  That was
the other thing, Chloe thought.  She was lately always feeling tingly. 
Especially her breasts.  They felt full and flush.  She wondered about this
as she brought her fingers up to her satin-covered nipples.  She was
wearing one of her favorite pajama ensembles, a sleeveless satin top and
matching satin shorts.  Her nipples seemed extra sensitive this morning. 
As she touched them, a wave of electricity coursed through her.  Another
recollection broke in on her.  She'd actually felt the vibrator deep inside
her.  There had been a sharp, piercing pain, but the buzzing had been
constant and soon took over.  It made her head all dizzy, like right now as
she played with her stiffening nipples.  She liked how this felt.  She
wondered how she could get her own vibrator.

   Then she remembered the shoes.  Everything else faded and she jumped out
of bed.  She wanted to try on her new extra-high heels.  She looked at
herself in her full length mirror and decided to dress up for the occasion.
She would practice wearing them this morning and dress the part.

   She shrugged off her night clothes and admired her body.  She was really
hairless from her head down.  Bailey and Heather had admired her smooth
body including her hairless pussy.  Pussy.  She kind of liked using that
word.  She thought back to that session at the doctor's.  At first she'd
been shocked at what her father had ordered.  Now she was glad that she
didn't have to keep shaving down there.  And for her new friends to have
made the comments they had!  Perhaps she would help them get the treatment
she had gotten.  She absent mindedly brought her fingers down to her
`pussy'.  She brushed along her swelling lips.  Then she felt down her
smooth legs.  "Mmmmm," she sounded as she brought her hands back up her
body ending at her nipples again.

   And again she remembered the shoes.  She decided she'd wear some black
thigh highs and a short blue silk dress with her new shoes.  She figured
she'd better practice walking in them.  No bra or panties, though, she
thought since it was morning and a Monday.  When she looked at herself
dressed in her new outfit, she thought she should go all the way with some
cool makeup.  Her maroon nails were ok and actually looked good with the
ensemble.  But her face needed doing.  So she spent the next hour trying
out the right mascara, blush, eye shadow and lipstick.  She was really
starting to enjoy dressing up.  She'd been taught so many cool tricks and
her dad had supplied her with so much great cosmetics.  Some of them she
realized were only available to those in the industry.  Again she felt so
grateful to have a father who was a movie producer.

   All these thoughts ran through her mind as she was dressing and making
up.  Then the doorbell rang.  Who could this be?  Chloe thought.  Noone is
supposed to come over today.  Then she remembered her father's comment
about a surprise.  Could this be it?

   She was done enough with her makeup.  Chloe went down to the front door
and answered it personally.  She felt so grown up--dressed in four inch
high heels and a minidress--all made up for the day.  The thought that she
didn't have any underwear on crossed her mind for a moment.  But she felt
so old and confident that she opened the door without a hesitation.

   A young man neatly dressed was there with a hand truck of boxes.

   "Hello, are you Chloe, and is this the Lancaster residence?" he asked.

   "Wh-why, yes," Chloe blurted out, suddenly losing all of her cool.

   "I have a special delivery for a Chloe Lancaster.  Is that you?"

   "Y-yes, that's me," and all of a sudden Chloe was back to her
thirteen-year-old self, though she miraculously moved easily in her high
heels.

   "I'm here to deliver and set up your very own computer," the man said.
"My name is Timothy.  It shouldn't take too long since your father has made
all the preparations for the installation.  Er, may I come in?"

   There was a moment of silence.  Chloe blushed and then found her voice.

   "Uh, sure, you may come in, Timothy," and she gracefully moved aside. 
He wheeled in the boxes.

   "Your dad specified that the computer was to be set up in your room." A
few moments of silence again.  "Uh, that would mean you would have to show
me where your room is!" Timothy added.

   "Oh!  Yes!  Of course.  Uh-hh, could you wait here while I make sure it
is presentable for you?" Chloe was thinking fast.  She at least wanted to
make sure her bed was made and there were none of her clothes lying about.
She also wanted a minute to look at herself again.  This Timothy was
handsome to say the least.

   After two frantic minutes, she was back downstairs.

   "Right this way," she gestured.

   As Timothy began unpacking boxes, Chloe realized that her dad was giving
her her very own computer.  She showed him her desk and cleared off what
would be the best spot for it.  Then he set to work making all the
necessary connections.

   Chloe watched Timothy work and was entranced by his movements.  He was
physical (she watched as he lifted the boxes easily and smoothly) and
intelligent (she watched as he efficiently connected all the components
into the T1 system that Chloe's dad had installed in the house.)

   "Would you like something to drink?" she asked (where did that come
from, she wondered).

   "Sure, I'll be done in about fifteen minutes," he replied.

   Chloe had mastered and was enjoying walking in her new heels.  She made
a special lemonade with added ginger and a slice of strawberry.  It was
something she made for her daddy although she would usually add a jigger of
vodka to his as she had been taught.

   "Ok, Chloe, I have everything pretty much all ready," Timothy said as
she strutted back in her room.  "Let me show you how to get started."

   Chloe came close and leaned over his shoulder as he showed her the
passwords to get her online.  She wished she had put on some perfume so
that he would notice her.  Instead she moved extra close and let her
breasts rub against his backside.  She couldn't believe how sensitive her
nipples were.  She wanted him to turn around and kiss her full on her lips!
Instead he continued to explain the passwords and other brainiac stuff.

   "Can you show me some cool sites?" she purred in his ear as he droned
on.

   "Uh, sure, like what do you mean?" he asked.

   "Like something sexy?" she said as she brought her hands up to his chest
and began to caress him.  She couldn't believe she was doing this.  She
kissed around his left ear and she tweaked his breasts.

   Timothy knew quite well the situation he was in.  He was at the home of
a powerful movie producer.  In this town you didn't get on the bad side of
such a mover and shaker.  Now this producer's daughter was coming on to
him. Big trouble, he thought.  Before his hormones kicked in he searched
for a site that would distract her enough for him to get out of the house.

   "Here, check this out," he said and deftly changed positions with her.

   Chloe's curiosity got her attention to focus on the computer screen
instead of Timothy's chest.  This was just enough for him to get clear and
begin to pack up his equipment.  While Chloe was still distracted he made
his way out of her room and out of the house.

   The site Timothy had chosen was indeed worthy of Chloe's attention.  It
had all kinds of stories on it, and pretty soon Chloe was eagerly reading a
sampling of stories that the site had.  She especially liked the ones with
young girls and older men.  Also there were some with girls together that
she read.  Those made her think of the other night with Bailey and Heather.
What were they thinking now?  She wanted to invite them back over
especially now that she knew she was going to their school.  But she also
wanted to get to know Bailey.  Maybe she could have her over for a swim
this week.

   While she was considering all this, the phone rang.  It was her private
line so she answered it after one ring.

   "So, how do you like it?"

   It was her father.  "Oh, Daddy, I love it!  Thank you so much!" Chloe
was so happy to hear from him in the middle of the day.

   "Did Timothy show you how to get online and everything?" he asked with a
smile in his voice, happy to hear his darling so happy.

   "Oh yes, I am online right now!" she said.

   "Great, honey, I knew that you needed your own computer.  Just don't
spend every moment on line.  There's still the real world out there you
know!" he said.

   "Oh Daddy!" she exclaimed.

   "So I gotta go.  I have a meeting with this director of my next biggie.
Oh, and by the way, Nancy told me that she got you all kinds of new makeup
recently.  I think there's a fuchsia lipstick and matching nail polish set
in there.  Would you be a sweetie and wear it for me?  We'll have a nice
dinner to celebrate your new computer."

   "Sure,Daddy, um, what time will you be home?" Chloe was thinking of how
much time she would need to get ready.  Plus some other things she wanted
to do.

   "Around sevenish," he said.  "Bye now!" That meant seven exactly, Chloe
knew.  Good.  She'd have time to find stuff on the computer and dress up
nice for her dad.  She decided to put away her new fancy heels and take off
all her makeup from the morning.  She took a long shower and then put on a
t-shirt and panties for surfing on the net.  For the next several hours,
except for a break to get something to eat, Chloe looked around for
interesting sites.  She kept exploring the places with erotic stories and
spent time reading some of them.  Some stories made her pretty hot.  She
finally had to pull herself away to have time to dress for her dad.

   All the events of the day passed before her as she sat in front of her
mirror.  She didn't know what had gotten into her to get so close to
Timothy.  She remembered back to what she had done with the pool guy.  But
something about that had been different.  That day she had felt all warm
and oozy--maybe it had been that pill that Bailey had given her.  She never
did find out what that was.  Today it was like she was still influenced by
it.  She carefully did her finger and toe nails with this shiny fuschia
that her dad had asked her to wear.  She liked how it looked.  What would
she wear to complement it?  Maybe some fishnet stockings.

   Yes, the fishnets would be the base.  Underneath she'd wear her favorite
black thong.  She liked how it felt tight against her pussy and in between
her butt cheeks.  She smiled at the thought of the words she was using. 
What she had read on some of the web sites was influencing her thinking
already.  But she felt like wearing a swirly type skirt.  She rummaged in
the back of her closet and found just the right thing.  It had two layers-a
black satin under layer and a sheer black outer layer.  She pulled it up.
to her waist.  The length was a little long, to just below her knees, but
that was all right.  She'd wear some high heels, both to show off her legs
and to get used to the really high heels her father wanted her to wear to
the party.  Now maybe a black slip and a simple satin purple blouse to
complete her outfit.  Just as she was choosing some earrings, she heard the
door open and her father call out.

   "Hey, sweetie, I'm home!"

   "Be right down," she called.  Her heart skipped a beat with his
entrance. She wanted to look just right for him.  She snuck a bit of
perfume called `Truth" on her neck and high-toed down the stairs.

   Her father wasn't quite ready for such an entrance--she looked amazingly
grownup and alluring--but he knew enough about young girls to not neglect
the complements and praises.  Chloe was so pleased that her dad liked how
she looked!  After they hugged each other, they soon fell into preparing
the dinner together and talked about their day.  Chloe learned that this
new `biggie' was a movie that could generate quite a lot of buzz in the
film community.  There were controversial sex scenes and the general theme
was mind control.  Her father still wasn't sure that his studio should do
it.  Chloe listened attentively.  She could tell he was really wrestling
with the problems it posed.  Plus she learned that he was considering
investing in a clothing business.  At this she especially was interested.
It would be a whole new venture.  New markets and all that.  When he began
on the marketing stuff she began to tune him out.  It was at that point
that dinner was ready.

   Over dinner she told him about how happy she was to have her own
computer and that there was so much to learn about how to use it.  She
mentioned that Timothy had been very nice, but she didn't say a thing about
how she had come on to him.  Nor did she talk about the kinds of sites she
had begun to visit.

   "Well, I hope having this high powered computer helps you at your new
school," he said.

   "Oh it sure will," Chloe responded.  "Bailey said the kind of computer
you got me is so cool!  She said it's the best." Chloe was thinking about
the quick phone call she'd made to what was turning out to be her best
friend that afternoon.  She'd wanted Bailey's email address so they could
start trading things over their computers.  Bailey had asked if she had a
vidcam.  Then she told her all they could do with one.  Chloe decided that
would be the first thing she should get to add on to her computer.  But as
she had surfed further that afternoon she found that she needed a way to
buy things online.  She knew about these debit cards that parents could buy
for their children, especially those who were off at college.  Maybe she
could convince her dad to get her a debit card.  That's what she asked
about just as they were having dessert, a slice each of peanut-butter
chocolate pie, one of Chloe's favorites.

   "You want a what?" her dad asked.

   "I need a debit card.  Then I could buy stuff online that I needed like
clothes and books and stuff," Chloe said.

   "Can't you buy that `stuff' with Nancy or me?" he asked.

   "Oh, Daddy, it's way more easy to pick stuff out and order it and have
it delivered to our door," she immediately answered.  He was being
convinced.

   "Well, ok, we'll start out slow with a debit card for $500.00, how does
that sound?" he asked.

   Chloe jumped up from the table and came around to hug him.  "That sounds
great!" she said into his neck.  In her mind she was flashing on a web site
she had happened upon several times.  It was called `Dreamdresser' and it
had some very hot clothes as well as some vibrators and dildoes that Chloe
had taken a fancy to.  She could finally do some exploring that she'd been
wanting to do since that fateful weekend with her friends Bailey and
Heather.  Only this time she could do it on her own, in the privacy of her
own bedroom.  The next few weeks before school started were going to be
very cool.  Plus her daddy's party was approaching!  She gave her daddy an
extra kiss before they retired to the living room for his after dinner
drink.

   Chapter 13

   This was what Chloe's dad had been waiting for all day.  His daughter
would soon bring him his evening martini.  And like every night recently
she would mix it and bring it to her lips leaving a trace of her lipstick
on the glass.  Only tonight he had asked her to wear this incredibly hot
lipstick and nail polish to match.  She was a sight!  She had chosen an
outfit that was just about to drive him crazy.  Fishnet stockings, satin
blouse, and her makeup!  God, he was in heaven!  But he tried to keep his
cool.  He didn't want his daughter to suspect how much he had planned for
her.

   She interrupted his thoughts as she swayed in the room with the martini
glass in her hand.  "Would you take a sip?" he asked as part of their
ritual.  Chloe had started to get used to the taste of the harsh drink,
though each time it was a shock to her system.  She put her lips to the
glass and sipped.  She noticed how her lipstick colored the glass's rim. 
She smiled when she handed it to him.  He took a sip and asked, "Perhaps
you would like something yourself?" When she didn't answer, he went over to
the bar and fixed her a similar drink.  This made Chloe feel very grownup
and she took a rather large sip of her own drink.  Her father had put on
some music, some Charlie Parker softly playing in the background.  As Chloe
took another sip she began to feel all burny-warm inside.  This was so nice
being with her dad and being treated like a grownup.  She felt so tingly
again.

   "Did you have a good time with your friends the other night?" he asked
innocently as they sat and drank together.

   "Yeah, it was neat getting to know them.  I'm so glad I'll have some
friends I already know at school.  I'm going to ask Bailey to come over to
swim this week if that's ok with you," Chloe tested.

   "Oh sure, she could even stay for dinner as long as I know ahead of
time. I'd like to meet your friends.  What day did you have in mind?" her
dad probed.

   "How about Thursday?" Chloe thought that would be enough advance warning
for Bailey and for her dad.

   "Sounds good," he replied.

   Chloe was starting to feel a little squirmy and got up from the couch.

   "Mind if I put on some different music?" she asked.

   "Go ahead," he answered.  All of a sudden he was feeling the effects of
a busy day and the strong drink.

   Chloe changed the music to something more danceable.  She took another
sip of her drink and began to move to the music.  She felt like dancing,
and she didn't mind that it was her father who would see her move.  She
closed her eyes and let the music take over.

   Chloe's dad watched.  He loved seeing his daughter all dressed up and
swaying to the beat of the music.  When her skirt swirled he thought he
could see almost all the way up to her panties.  And the way the light
played on her satin blouse!  He was entranced.  He loved how her heels made
her behind stick out.  He wanted to get up and dance with her.

   She seemed to read his mind and came over to get him to dance.  They
were soon up and moving to the beat.  Chloe seemed to be in her own world
of movement and her dad watched it all.

   The next song that played was a slow one.  They just kind of naturally
came together and he held her as they slow danced.  Chloe was all swirly
now.  She held on tightly to her dad.  So tightly that she could feel
something hard against her crotch.  It felt good.  and then she realized it
was her dad's THING, his manhood, what she had been reading about on the
computer.  His cock, as they called it.  For awhile she just let it press
against her.  It made her curious about what it looked like and how big it
was.  When she moved, though, to try to get more of an idea about it, her
father broke off the dance saying, "Gosh, I am bushed!  I have to sit this
one out!" And with a noticeable dent in his pants that she could see, he
dove for the couch and pulled an afghan over his lower half.  Chloe was
disappointed but kept on dancing to the end of the song.  Then she kissed
her father good night and went upstairs to bed.  Visions of Chloe danced
through his head that night.  And Chloe couldn't get the feeling of his
hard cock out of her mind as she drifted off to sleep.





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