Chapter 1
Steven laughed.
"Very cute, oh yeah, very sexy," he said.
The other men in the room laughed with him and Franklin felt his face burn red. He glared over at Steven and couldn't help but get hard at the sight of the man's 10-year-old daughter naked and bouncing happily on his lap. The little girl was giggling and obviously enjoying herself. Franklin knew that more of his co-workers were watching that cute little blond than were watching his own daughter. And why shouldn't they? Alice was still fully clothed. She wasn't dancing to the music. And she was crying.
"Well, I think it's time to move on," Samuel Cliffords said. The 60-something man started to stand up.
"Wait, no!" Franklin said. He jumped to his feet and turned toward his boss. "It's okay, it's ... fine. Give me five minutes. Please."
Samuel Cliffords, of the Cliffords, Cliffords, and Paulsen law firm, sighed. He looked at his watch. The lawyer said, "Five minutes, Garring."
Franklin Garring marched toward his daughter, grabbed her by the arm, and dragged her off the table. He was furious as he roughly pulled the girl toward the bathroom. She sobbed the entire time. Once the door slammed shut behind them he slapped her.
"What's wrong?" he hissed into her face.
"Daddy!" she choked. She continued sobbing.
Frank slapped his daughter again, surprising himself with his anger. "You know what's at stake here, huh, you know what's at stake?" he demanded. He shook her small, waif-like body. He said, "This is a competition, dammit! How much did we practice for this, huh? You said you were going to make me proud. Didn't you?"
Alice blubbered and continued to cry.
"Tell me what's wrong," Franklin said, his voice cracking. His right hand was balled up in a fist, ready to strike her, something he'd never done. But he didn't care anymore. There was too much at stake and he felt everything-- his future, his career-- melting away.
"I'm too SMALL!"
Frank let his fist relax and then dropped his hand down to his side. His daughter was sobbing pathetically. Now he understood.
Dropping down to one knee he said, "Shh, baby. You are small. But that's what makes you so sexy. Don't you see?"
Alice sniffed. "B-but ... Rachel has boobs, Daddy!"
It was true. Rachel Townsend, Steven's adorable 10-year-old daughter, already had tiny little breasts. Just swells of flesh, to be sure, but the child was definitely beyond the training bra stage. It was also true that Alice, while technically older than Rachel if only by a few weeks, was completely flat. Boyishly flat, actually. Frank recalled just then how preoccupied with breasts his daughter had been lately, and it dawned on him that some of her schoolgirl friends were beginning to develop the same way Rachel was.
No wonder his daughter had broken down at the prospect of following Steven's daughter's routine. Alice wasn't afraid to dance. She was just insecure about her body.
"Shh, shh," Frank said. He gave his little girl a hug and then wiped away her tears. He smiled at her. "None of these men care about the size of your tits. Trust me. They actually think it's sexier the younger a girl looks. Do you think Rachel can pull off looking eight or nine right now, with those little boobies she has? Huh?"
Alice sniffled. She said, "N-no..."
"Exactly," Frank said, touching his daughter's chin. "You're the sexy little girl here, hon. Someday you'll grow big fat boobs just like Mommy, but right now you're a sexy little girl and all those men out there want to fuck you because of that."
"R-really?" Alice said. She wasn't crying anymore.
"Of course, silly! You don't need tits when you have the sexiest little lips in the world, both here," he said, tapping her lightly on her suddenly grinning mouth, and then sliding his other hand down and cupping her between her legs, "and here."
His daughter giggled at his touch. The sound was an immense relief. He placed his large hands around her slender hips and pulled her closer to him. He said, "Are you okay now, hon? Can you go out there and make Daddy proud?"
She batted her impossibly large, blue eyes at him and her face lit up into a smile. She bobbed her head of red hair and suddenly became the cute, sexy little girl she usually was.
"No more tears, though," Frank insisted. "That's the most important thing. Crying is not sexy." He gave his daughter a gentle kiss on her lips, tasting some of the salty tears that had dried there. She sighed in his arms as he embraced her, and Frank felt his cock harden when his daughter let her mouth open to accept his probing tongue.
Someone began to pound on the bathroom door. "Frank? The Big Man says your time is up," someone called. It sounded like Roger, the only partner at the firm Frank trusted.
He broke off kissing his little girl and said, "One second! We're ready." Then he looked back down at Alice and said, "We're ready, right?"
"Yes," she said breathlessly.
The father and child re-entered the hotel room a moment later.
Franklin watched with amazement as his daughter strut into the room with a whole new confidence. She strode out in front of him to the makeshift stage that had been set up and crawled onto the hard oak coffee table without being instructed. Franklin took his seat next to his boss and noticed with a grin that Rachel was no longer giggling or bouncing in her daddy's lap. Like the men in the room her attention was fixed on Alice. She was sucking her thumb, apparently nervous.
She ought to be nervous, Franklin thought. And so should Steven. Because Frank was fairly certain now that everyone was about to learn his boasts about his little girl were true.
Alice stood at the center of the table with a shy, seductive smile on her face. She was playing with her long red hair, twisting it around with her left index finger, waiting for the music to begin. Frank smiled, recognizing instantly the "nervous little girl" pose he'd taught her. The music began and she sprang into action.
The pert, undeveloped child placed one hand on her boyish hips and sauntered forward a few steps. She spun around and sauntered away, shaking her butt under her cute blue dress as she fell into her routine. The song "Head Like a Hole" by Nine Inch Nails blared throughout the room and all the men in it, including his boss, had their eyes locked on Franklin's daughter.
He felt his heart swell with pride as his little angel started to unbutton her dress. Her back was still to her audience but she was reaching behind her body to undo the buttons, continuing to shake her butt from side to side in time with the music. She slowly slid the dress off one shoulder, then the next, never missing a beat of the pulsating music. When both arms had cleared the blue garment she spun around just as the lyrics, "I'd rather die, than give you control!" streamed through the surround sound system of the finest hotel suite the city had to offer.
Alice was thrusting her hips from side to side as she strode forward. She got close to the edge of the table and dropped to her knees. She pushed the pretty blue dress down her body, slowly, snapping her head back and writhing her body in ecstasy just like Franklin had taught her. When the dress cleared her nipples Franklin heard appreciative murmuring from the men in the room. Frank smiled to himself.
See, he thought, tits don't matter, hon, not in a competition like this.
His daughter fell back onto her butt and pushed her dress the rest of the way down her skinny legs. After kicking it off her bare feet the 10-year-old slid seductively to her side, then onto her knees again, this time with her back to the crowd of men. She crawled away on all fours as the music blared giving everyone a great view of her firm, boyish ass. Alice began to peel down her pale-blue panties after thrusting her butt back for a few moments, and when her naked butt was exposed her audience cheered. The girl got to her feet again and once she was standing her underwear dropped down to her ankles. She kicked the garment off one foot, turned in time with the music, and then gave the men a sultry smile on her childish face and kicked her other foot forward.
Franklin couldn't help but applaud as his daughter's panties flew off her tiny foot and went sailing through the air. They landed on Samuel Cliffords' lap and the crowd went wild, the old man included. Alice was really in a groove now, running her hands down her tender body and shaking her hips wildly from side to side. She tossed her soft red hair around just like Franklin had taught her and then dropped to her knees as the lyrics, "Bow down before the one you serve" erupted from the hidden speakers.
She slid back onto her butt again and braced her body with her arms. Her knees were locked together but her feet slid forward and her thighs, ever so slowly, started to part. Alice placed her right hand on her right knee and as her legs spread apart her hand slid across her inner thigh. Her bald cunt came into view and the sight of it made Franklin grow hard just like it always did. It was young, innocent, and pink, truly her sexiest asset next to her adorable face and long red hair. The thought that all of these men were getting to look at his daughter's cunt for the first time was getting Franklin more aroused than ever. She slid her fingers across her tight little slit, pressing ever so softly against it, and pushing her hips upwards, too, so that everybody got a good view. The entire room seemed to hold its breath as Alice's finger pressed harder against her pink hole. It looked as though it was about to pop inside her young body and that, no doubt, was what everyone wanted to see
Before it did the music stopped.
Franklin grinned as groans of disappointment quickly turned into raucous applause. He looked over at Steven. The square-jawed Ivy-leaguer was grimacing. His daughter was pouting, too. Rachel's act hadn't come close to the raunchy sexiness of Alice's, and both father and daughter seemed to know already that they'd lost.
"Alright, gentlemen, alright!" Samuel Cliffords said loudly. He was smiling as he quieted down the dozen or so men in the room. Alice, smiling from ear to ear but blushing just the same, slid off of the table and scampered over to her daddy.
Franklin scooped his nude little angel up in his arms and gave her a hug. "Sexiest little girl," he whispered to her.
"Thanks, Daddy!" she giggled.
"Well," Mr. Cliffords entombed after the men had quieted, "I do believe Franklin's daughter was the clear victor of round one. Who agrees?"
Everyone, save Steven, nodded and voiced their assent. They were still gawking at her, Franklin noticed, as he placed Alice on his lap.
"Very well, then," the heavy-set old man said with a smile. Turning to the young red-head he said, "Well done, Alice, well done, indeed."
She blushed again but smiled and thanked him. Franklin couldn't have felt more proud.
"Now why don't you and your new friend retire to the bedchamber for a few minutes? Us grown-ups are going to enjoy a round of drinks before the next part of the competition begins."
Alice smiled and nodded her pretty head, then slid off her daddy's lap. Her soft, naked butt dragged across his hard-on, constrained by his pants, and Franklin gave his daughter a little pat on her rear-end after she was off of him. He watched her walk over to Rachel, who had also gotten off her father's lap. The two naked girls held hands and skipped away toward the bedroom in the large hotel suite.
Franklin stood up and accepted the congratulations of his co-workers and joined them at the wet-bar. They loved his little girl, they thought she was the sexiest thing they'd ever seen. Frank smiled and nodded and accepted their congratulations. But as he nursed a glass of scotch and chatted about the performances with his colleagues, Franklin couldn't help but worry. He'd always assumed his daughter would dominate the opening round of the competition. He was a lot less certain about rounds two and three.
We can lose one, he thought to himself. But if we lose both I'm pretty much fucked.