Bruce Flores - Daddy_s plaything

Before her first show, Sherry sat in her western costume ready to go on stage. She was talking with her father when there came a knock at her door. "Yes, who is it?" she called.

"Tony Agnello," the voice called back. "May I come in? I'd like to talk with you a moment," he said.

Sherry looked helplessly at her father who smiled and nodded approval. "Yes, Tony," Sherry answered. "Come in."

The door opened and Tony stood perspiring in the doorway. He had obviously just finished his first show. "Come in and sit down, Tony," Sherry said. "Tony, this is my father, Mr. Victor Redgrave."

They shook hands, Tony frowning.

"Oh," Sherry explained quickly, "Sherry Trent is my stage name, Redgrave is my real name."

Tony seemed relieved. "Pleased to meet you, sir," he said.

Victor Redgrave then stood. "Well, you're on in a few minutes," he said. "I'll see you upstairs after the show. Nice meeting you, young man," he said, and left.

As soon as the door had closed behind him, Tony embraced Sherry passionately. "Where were you all day? I looked all over the casino for you, by the pool, everywhere."

"My father and I went over to the North Shore and played tennis."

"Jesus, I wish you had told me. I mean – I practically went nuts trying to find you. I-I missed you, Sherry," Tony said.

"Well, you didn't mention getting together when I spoke to you last night," Sherry said, "so I thought you probably had other plans – maybe with those two other girlfriends of yours. I assumed maybe you wanted to go hiking again or something."

Tony took her by the shoulders and shook her hard. "You mean after yesterday you really thought I'd want to be with somebody else? Are you crazy?" He pressed his mouth hard against hers, released her and said, "Tonight – after your last show – will you meet me? I have to be with you. Please."

"All right, Tony," Sherry said, bar heart beating hard.

"Let's meet at the bar – The Crescent Room – and then we can go to my room, all right?"

"All right, Tony. The Crescent Room after my last show. See you then, sweet."

Tony kissed her passionately and then left.

Sherry sat there mulling over something in her mind. It was apparent that Tony had become just as fond of her as she had of him. It occurred to her that if their relationship was to continue that he would have to know about her father. There could be no lies between them.

She didn't want to risk losing him but it was best to let him know at once. Tonight. Yes, tonight she would tell him and let the chips fall where they may. She stood, checked herself again in the full-length mirror and left to start her first show.

None of her shows went well that night. Perhaps it was that she had made up her mind to tell Tony about her sexual relationship with her father and the anticipation of his reaction caused her to freeze up onstage. The shows were not bad, but they were noticeably below average. After the last show, even her father avoided mentioning the audience response and talked of other matters. He told her that the Whitcombs had caught her second show. They had thought her marvelous, he said, trying to cheer her up, but his efforts were to no avail.

She told him she was sorry she had let him down and he kissed her and said he understood. When she said she was meeting Tony he even smiled and told her that he would not wait up for her and to have a good time.

"Daddy?" she said before he left.

"Yes, love?"

"There's something I want to do in our room before you turn in. Would you mind having a cup of coffee or something in the coffee shop so that I could have a few minutes alone there?"

"Of course," he said, frowning. "But why so mysterious? I mean if you want to be alone with Tony there just say so. I'll stay in my own room. I told you this afternoon…"

"No, it's nothing like that. I-I just want to be alone there for a few minutes."

Suddenly Victor grinned. "Ah, my little sweetheart wants to get her diaphragm, doesn't she?" he said knowingly, almost relieved. "But there needn't be any secrets between us. You don't have to sneak."

Sherry was glad he had made the wrong assumption, although suddenly it occurred to her that getting the diaphragm might not be such a bad idea. "Please just give me a few minutes alone, Daddy, without questions?"

"Whatever you say, my grown-up young lady," he said, and left.

Sherry walked the short distance to their motel room, placed the regular penis-shaped vibrator in her overnight case, then tossed the diaphragm in, too. She felt slightly obvious carrying the overnight case into the Crescent Room back at the hotel but she met Tony who was sitting anxiously at a corner table and forced a smile as she sat down. "Sorry to keep you waiting," she apologized, "but I had to go to my motel for a minute."

Tony took her hand eagerly and kissed her cheek. Sherry noticed that people were watching them: people who had viewed each of them from the audience, envious cocktail girls, even the Whitcombs who sat at the far end of the room. She wished she had not brought her overnight case.

"I see you brought your things," Tony said, spying the case and obviously delighted that she was planning to spend the night with him.

"Yes," she said, forcing a smile and trying not to notice the eyes that peered at them from everywhere. She wondered if Tony would understand what she had to tell him.

"Is anything wrong?" Tony asked, concerned.

"I guess not," she said. "I'll be more relaxed once we're in your room." She realized that he had not even invited her to his room and she was glad when he nodded and grinned approval.

"I'm sure I can get us both something strong to drink," he said. "I'm having a daiquiri. Would you like one, too? Entertainers have special privileges, you know. Even sixteen-year-old ones."

"Fine," she said. She knew she had better have something to stop her nervousness. Tony was right. The waitress served her the alcoholic beverage without batting an eye. Tony paid and left her a handsome tip. Then he took her hand in both of his and stared directly into her eyes. "God, I missed you today," he said. "I nearly went crazy. I can hardly wait to get you alone in my room."

Sherry made small-talk and sipped her drink which made her feel better. Finally, she was grateful when Tony suggested they leave. She felt that every eye in the room was on her as they left and walked through the casino to the elevator. Once they were in his room, though, it was still no better.

Tony kissed her passionately, pulled her to him and cupped her breasts. "You seem a little tense," he said. "How about smoking some grass? It might relax you, okay, baby?"

"In a little while," she said. "Maybe later. Tony, do me a favor, will you?" She sat on the couch and stared out at the darkness.

"Sure, anything. What is it?"

"Open my night case."

He flicked open the case and stared inside.

Then he began laughing. "Oh, I get it," he said. "My little sex bomb has a few implements for increasing the pleasure. Wow! Vibrators!"

He came over and knelt down on the floor before her. "So what's wrong with that? I think it's a great idea. What's wrong with vibrators? There's nothing to be ashamed of. Honest."

He took her by the chin and made her face him.

"You don't understand," Sherry said. "There's something I have to tell you. I told you that there was another man in my life. Well, he bought those vibrators and he's been using them on me for a long time now. Oh, Tony," she gasped, breaking into tears and burying her face in his shoulder. "I feel so cheap and awful. You're going to hate me when I tell you the truth. But I have to tell you the truth. You're the first person I've ever breathed a word of this to, but I have to tell you because I love you."