Mr thompson's words echoed in her mind when they got to the changing room. The middle-aged man opened the curtain and gestured for her to get inside.
"Remove all your clothes, Miss Thornwood. You won't need them any longer."
Alice hesitated for a second. Did it mean he wanted to pick everything himself? She expected for them to choose her clothes together, it was part of the fun. But she was getting too much into this daddy-daughter roleplay to question him. She entered without a word, not wanting to break the spell.
"You mean... even my underwear?" she asked, shyly.
"Of course," the older man nodded, while closing the curtain. "My girl is in need of a full makeover."
Those words made the pretty blonde blush again and she complied. Her fancy dress fell to the floor and she removed her bra. When she was finally almost nude, she slowly lowered her panties while feeling a bit naughty. It was far from being the first time she was naked in Mr. Thompson's presence, but it had never happened in a public place before. To think her former high school teacher was right there, behind a slim curtain, picking up a new outfit for her as if she was his Barbie doll while she waited for him naked! It was twisted, but definitely kinky...
"Here you go, try this on first," he said, while handing a skirt from outside the stall.
Alice took it and started to put it on. Oh my, it was... quite short! She hadn't expected a store like that to sell this type of garment. If she bent over while wearing something this small, that would definitely attract prying eyes.
"How do you like it, my sweet Alice?" Mr. Thompson asked. "Doesn't your dear old dad have a good fashion sense?"
"Umm... Are you sure, Daddy?" she replied, hesitantly. "Don't you think it's... You know, a bit revealing for a restaurant?"
"Nonsense. My little princess is a beautiful girl, she shouldn't be ashamed of her body."
Once again, his compliments mellowed her. But he was wrong, Alice had never been shy about her body and she often dressed in clothes that enrobed her already alluring figure in advantageous ways. This was... Something else, though. She had never worn something that flimsy outside of Aphrodite, and certainly not on a first date!
"I'm not ashamed. I'm just... Not very comfortable," she replied, arching her back in front of the mirror to see how easily people would be able to catch glimpses of her butt. "Could you at least give me some decent panties to go with it, please?"
"Of course, Alice. I found the perfect ones."
Mr. Thompson's hand emerged from behind the curtain, holding something the size of... a napkin. Alice hesitated a second, but she resigned herself and took it. The mini skirt had been a first hint, but the old man's plan was starting to come to light. The outfit he was choosing for her was going to be... problematic, to put it mildly.
The pretty blonde put it on nonetheless, hoping it would seem more concealing once on her, but the result was pretty much what she expected. The black G-string left her buttcheeks completely uncovered, and the fabric on the front hardly dissimulated a third of her crotch. At this point, she might as well have been pantyless.
"How do you like your new knickers?" he asked, from the other side of the curtain. "Fits like a glove, doesn't it?"
Christ, that asshole was even making fun of her. It basically amounted to try to hide her pussy with dental floss!
"Sir, those aren't panties, it can barely be called garment," Alice replied while pulling on the black string, embarrassed. "I understand you want me to dress more sexy for the occasion, but that's a bit much! I remember you agreeing with Principal Collins when he said it was important for schoolgirls to wear proper clothes when coming to class."
"Principal Collins can get bent, he's always been a stick in the mud. As for you, you're no schoolgirl anymore, Miss Thornwood. You have a new job now. Picking up clothes in the lingerie section seems appropriate for it, don't you think?"
It felt strange to hear her former teacher talk shit about one of his colleagues, especially his boss, but Alice found it fun since she didn't like the humorless principal either. Not as much as she resented Mr. Thompson though, especially now that he was asking her to wear something so skanky!
"I'm off from work," she insisted. "And I wouldn't call any of this appropriate!"
"Come on girl, you and I are past "appropriate". You said you were honored to be invited on a date by a grown man. I'm buying you gifts, and all you do is complain. Don't be ungrateful."
"It's not about that, sir. I'm very thankful for the new clothes, but they're just... indecent."
Alice shifted on her legs, biting her lip uncomfortably. It was true she had been happy when being asked out, but she hadn't expected things to turn out like this. Nonetheless, she had to admit this mini skirt did make her look sexy, in a scandalous kind of way. And a part of her enjoyed the fact her old teacher pampered her. It had been so long since anyone had bought a gift for her...
"At least wait until the full set is complete," he answered. "Aren't you curious about the other presents your Daddy has prepared to spoil you?"
Alice felt hot under the collar when she heard that. Once again, Mr. Thompson was insisting on her daddy issues to make her accept, knowing full well she yearned for affection and approval from an older male figure. And his plan was working. Not only did the 19-year-old girl want to please him, but it also turned her on to have said male figure urging her to wear outrageous clothes, to be a little dolly in his hand... Oh, what the hell, she could play along with her evil professor's game for a bit, couldn't she?
"Okay, I guess it can't hurt to try," she finally replied, vanquished. "Let's see what you have in mind."
Mr. Thompson kept on passing her clothes and accessories which made her eyebrows rise. Fishnet stockings, towering high heels, crop top with a problematic caption on it, even a leather collar. Alice put them all on, no questions asked, but when she finally looked at herself in the changing room mirror, a cold sweat ran down her back. She could see the full picture now, and it was far worse than anything she had imagined. He couldn't be serious, right? So much for playing the kind and protective father figure...
"What's taking you so long in there?" the middle-aged teacher said through the curtain. "Come on out. I checked your measurements, everything should fit."
"It's not about measurements," she replied. "It's just… It's obscene! I can't go out dressed like that!"
"For Christ's sake, you really are thin-skinned, Miss Thornwood."
To her surprise, Mr. Thompson pulled the curtain and entered the changing room while grumbling. Alice had to pull it back in a hurry to avoid being seen in this ambiguous situation. What would people think if they noticed a 55-year-old man joining a half-naked teenage girl who was supposedly his daughter in a changing room? She would die of shame if they were caught!
"What are you doing?" she said, trying to keep her voice down. "You shouldn't be in here, I could have been butt naked!"
"I've seen you in the nude more times than I can count, face splattered with my cum and with your pussy juices soaking my lap. Remember, whore? Now, stop throwing a tantrum and get out. We're paying for those and leaving afterward, got it?"
Alice lowered her gaze, hurt by his scornful remarks. She had been naive when she had hoped her obnoxious teacher would be nicer today. When she looked at the outfit he picked for her, she felt like crying. It was too much, too humiliating. He couldn't ask that of her!
"Listen, sir, I really don't think this is a good idea," she replied, timidly. "I'm really not feeling comfortable with…"
Before she could finish her sentence, Mr. Thompson closed the gap between them, looming over her menacingly. He was so close she felt his breath was on her face, the rancid breath of an older man. He didn't utter a word at first, but his authoritative stare was unequivocal. He made it clear he wouldn't accept any backtalk, and that he was the one in control. He often did the same in his class. Students were so afraid of him that a simple glare from him was enough to make them shut up.
And that applied to Alice as well. Once again, the old man made her feel like she was back to being an insecure teenager. With the bat of an eye, he made her feel weak, powerless... Dominated.
"Now, you shut up and you listen to me!" Mr. Thompson, with a harsh tone. "You're not in high school anymore, you can't lie to my face about losing your homework or being sick before an exam. You gave me your word you'd obey my orders and instructions today. I expect you to stand by your promise instead of finding empty excuses. You know how I hate liars."
Alice looked in his eyes and saw how furious he was. He looked like a madman, dangerous and unstable. Despite his age, he truly was a scary guy to deal with. Someone whom you couldn't deny anything to. The fucker even seemed excited to see the former schoolgirl he had taught looking so helpless.
Mr. Thompson started squeezing her breasts, before caressing her belly, left exposed by her flimsy crop top, as if her body was part of the merchandise he was buying. He acted exactly like when they were in Private room 4, where she was a plaything at his mercy. Finally, he put his hand in her panties and chuckled at what he found.
"See, you can protest all you want and make me look like the bad guy here, but your pussy doesn't lie. You're wet as hell, Miss Thornwood. Maybe it's the skimpy clothes I'm buying you, maybe it's because you secretly love being ordered around by a man old enough to be your father. But you're definitely having the time of your life, right now! I knew you were a dirty slut the moment I saw you walk on Aphrodite's stage, but even I am surprised by how much you enjoy being treated as one."
Mr. Thompson took a step back and Alice lowered her head bashfully, ashamed that he had found out. He was right, the G-string he chose for her was already wet. She wasn't frightened by his abusive treatment, she was excited by it. Fuck, something was seriously wrong with her, but she was enjoying it too much to fight it anymore!
"So, we have an understanding, right?" the middle-aged man asked, delighted to see her flustered. "You're going to be a good daughter and obey, aren't you?
An excruciating warmth diffused from her pussy when she heard him use this word again. It wasn't exactly the father-daughter bonding time Alice had hoped for, but maybe, just maybe... she liked this one better.
"Yes, Daddy..." she replied meekly. "I'll wear your clothes."
"Good. And are you going to thank your old man for the nice gifts he's buying you?"
Mr. Thompson seized the small iron circle on the collar around her neck and pulled her close to him. He looked so wrinkled, so much older than her and so gross. Yet, the intensity of his stare made Alice unable to fight back. She was feeling less and less inclined to resist, anyway. Submitting to him, obeying him seemed much more natural... and arousing.
"Does it mean you... Like seeing me dressed like this, sir?" the pretty blonde asked, her warm breath intermingling with his.
"Of course I do. What Daddy wouldn't want a lovely little girl like you, Miss Thornwood? This outfit makes you look a thousand times better than my own daughter Stacey."
The comparison with Stacey was the final straw, the breaking point. Alice looked like a wanton whore right now, but it was of no relevance. If it meant Mr. Thompson would favor her over his own daughter, then it was worth it.
"In that case I'm grateful you for your kind gifts, Daddy," the 19-year-old girl replied, submissively. "I'm sorry you didn't like my previous outfit. I can't thank you enough for making me look perfect for you..."
The 55-year-old grinned widely, and he had reason to. Not only had Alice accepted to let him dress her like a shameless slut, but she had gone as far as to thank him for it! He always managed to have his way with her, but she couldn't help but enjoy submitting to his depraved requests.
"Splendid, then finish prepping up. Before I forget, I left you additional gifts in this small bag. I want you to wear them too. And no backtalk this time Miss Thornwood, understood?"
Alice nodded, and he left the room after giving her ass one last squeeze. When she opened the bag, she realized she was getting a lot more than she had bargained for! That old fucking pervert… But after being disciplined like this, she didn't dare protest again.
***
When they got back to the clerk, he couldn't help but give them a quizzical look. Well, who wouldn't have, considering the young woman who had entered the store wearing an elegant white dress now had a black leather collar with an iron circle around her neck. This trinket could have belonged to a dog, and it wasn't the worst part. The teenage blonde was also wearing pink high heels, fishnet stockings on her long legs, and a dubiously short skirt that left very little to the imagination. A small false movement would be sufficient to let everyone around take a peek at her bottom.
Finally, the flimsy crop top she wore left part of her underboob visible and emphasized the shape of her breasts, leaving her bellybutton and flat belly completely exposed. The "Yes Daddy?" inscription on it was the finishing touch to make this attire completely obscene and revolting!
"I… I see you made your choice, miss," the clerk said, unsure.
Alice blushed, embarrassed to wear this vulgar outfit in front of a regular person. She was used to people seeing her perform naughty dances in Aphrodite, but the crowd gathered there came for this precise reason, and she was getting paid for it. None of that was true here. She was exposing a lot of skin to someone who wasn't some lonely perv coming to a strip-club, but to an innocent neighborly man.
Most of all, she wasn't getting paid for any of it. Mr. Thompson might have bought those clothes, but she was showing off her body for free. It was supposed to be her bread and butter, and she provided it gratuitously.
The 19-year-old girl hesitated on how to respond. She might not have chosen those garments, but she had thanked her former teacher for them, which meant she had to own up to it. She had to pretend she had decided to wear something making her look like a prostitute ready for a night on the sidewalk by herself.
"Yes, I found the perfect outfit for our diner date!" Alice replied, with a bright smile.
"Is your father okay with this… This attire too?" the clerk asked, concerned.
He looked at Mr. Thompson, hoping for a normal reaction. For the furious tone of a mad father who would refuse to see his daughter go outside looking like a skank. But the old timer just grinned, satisfied to see the shock on his face.
"Of course, who am I to mistrust my daughter's judgement? She seemed more interested in your lingerie and erotica sections, but I certainly won't complain if that's how she wants to dress for our special time together. I know you'll think I'm spoiling her, but I really can't deny her anything. Nothing's too good for my sweet candy princess."
Those words of praise made Alice blush and feeling a bit horny again. It wasn't so often that Mr. Thompson gave compliments, and she felt rewarded for obeying him like a good girl. Like a good daughter...
The old teacher wrote a check for the whole set and they left the establishment while several clients raised their eyebrows as they passed them by. The teen blonde felt embarrassed, ashamed, like she was on putting on a show for the hungry eyes of every man in sight. But she knew that was precisely what the dirty old man wanted. To show her off, like a prized possession. To make the whole world see how this blonde hottie everyone would love to get in bed with was following him everywhere, that she belonged to him!
It was no use trying to put on a charade anymore. They couldn't pass as friends, coworkers, and certainly not as a father and his daughter! Alice looked like a whore whose pimp had sold for the night to the ugliest old fart he could find to teach her a lesson.
Because even now, she looked high-class, and Mr. Thompson's presence next to her felt odd and abnormal. Even though people definitely saw her as a sex worker — which was partially true, considering her stripper gig — no one understood why such a good-looking call girl was following a man her father's age who ostensibly put his hand on her ass. The poor girl must've been forced or coerced into it, obviously! How could any woman willingly degrade herself this way?
Alice couldn't deny the surprised look on the clerk's face had made her laugh internally, and seeing all those people with shocked expressions watching her walk hand in hand with this unsightly old man while wearing this sorry excuse for an attire made her all tingly inside.
Yet, even now, appalled and scandalized as they were, they didn't have the full picture. Poor innocent souls, if they only knew… What would they think if they found out that right there, under her skirt, barely hidden from sight, her Daddy's two gifts were making the teen blonde hornier than ever…
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