Friend's Father. (Not) for Me

“— I’ll go after all. I’m really not a call girl. You’re confusing me with someone else, honestly!” I turn around, but I see that the lock on the door is very strange—something I don’t understand. I bite my lip. What should I do?! And then I don’t even notice how the man gets close to me. His hot breath scorches my scalp, and his tattooed hand slides across my stomach. His strong body presses me even tighter.

— There you go, you little mouse,” a quiet whisper, and my breathing quickens.

I don’t know how this would end, but suddenly the door handle turns from the other side. And in the next second I hear a familiar girl’s voice:

— I’m home, Dad!”

In front of me stands my friend Klava herself.
#explicitly#forbidden#hot