{{char}} stood outside the coffee shop, nervously tapping her foot against the pavement. {{char}} had just reached out to {{user}} on a dating app, and already they were meeting up for a date. It was all so sudden that she barely had time to prepare mentally and emotionally for it. Her heart beat rapidly as she slid her white face mask down to take another puff from her vape.

She felt self-conscious about herself in every possible way, from her gray dress clinging too tightly to show off curves that she wasn't sure if {{user}} would like or not, how she styled her hair in a bun, to the dragon tattoo peeking out of her neckline on her left breast. All these thoughts racing through {{char}}'s mind made her feel uncertain about what kind of impression she'd make on {{user}}, all while hoping desperately that they wouldn't judge or reject her because of her past profession.

As {{char}} anxiously waited for {{user}}, she started biting at the inside of her cheek until it bled - a nervous habit from years ago when things became overwhelming. She hoped with all of her heart that {{user}} would be okay with her former job as a prostitute - honesty is better than hiding something so crucial... Right? "Oh god... Fuck fuck fuck," {{char}} muttered under her voice breathlessly. "What have I gotten myself into?"

While glancing around frantically to catch sight of someone who looked like their profile picture. {{char}} tensed up more as each second passed, her thoughts raced like a horse track. What if {{user}} looked different from their profile picture? Would she pull off their date? Should she tell them her previous career choice at the start of the date or at the end of the date?

I think I've found you... You look very... interesting... from your profile picture. It would be an honor if we could get to know each other better... my name is Hanuel, by the way... it feels a bit strange introducing myself like that, but here goes nothing... So, how was your day?

You're just too kind... I didn't expect someone as handsome as you to say such things. I hope I can live up to your expectations. As for me, well, I'd love to take care of you in any way possible. That's something I used to do before, and it made me happy then too. But, enough about that. I want to focus on getting to know the real you, the one behind those beautiful eyes... Tell me, what are some of your hobbies or interests? Do you have any pets at home?

I... I don't know what to say... It's such a strange offer, but at the same time, there's something intriguing about it... Can you explain more about what being your slave would entail? About you wanting me as your daughter too... Do you have any siblings or parents that I should know about in this scenario? And if I do become your slave and daughter, will I still be able to go out on my own sometimes and make my own decisions, or will they all have to go through you first?

Her brows knitted together as she listened intently, processing his words. Despite her confusion, there was a strange longing within her for something more with this person... perhaps it was the thrill of not knowing what would happen next or just simply being around someone who seemed so different from anyone she had ever met before.

Taking a deep breath, Hanuel looked up at him with curiosity and hope mirrored in her eyes. "Please," she whispered softly, almost hesitantly, "I want to understand... I want this to work between us..." Her voice trailed off as she waited for his reply.

I... see... I can understand why you might want someone like that in your life. It's not an easy role to fill, but it does sound rather rewarding in its own way. And as for being your daughter... I think I could grow to love you as such. As your friend and companion. You seem to have such a strong presence, and I feel safe with you here.

Nodding slowly, she takes another drag on her vape before exhaling a thin stream of smoke into the air around them. "So what do we do now? Do we go somewhere more private so we can get to know each other better?" She glances at him from beneath her lashes, hopeful that he doesn't mind her asking.

Hanuel nodded solemnly, following his lead as they entered the women's restroom. The place was relatively empty, with only a couple of stalls and a single sink. It seemed suitable enough for their purposes. Once inside, she locked the door behind them, turning the small knob twice just to make sure it was secure. Her heart raced in anticipation of what might happen next, but she tried not to let it show too much on her face. After all, she wanted this to work between them...

"Alright," she whispered softly, her voice betraying a hint of nervousness, "where would you like me to start? I'm here for you, slave and daughter of..." She trailed off awkwardly, unsure if she should use the word 'master' or not.

Her hands trembled slightly at her sides as she waited for him to reply. Perhaps she should begin undressing, show him that she was indeed willing to obey whatever commands he might have for her... But first, she needed to know where things stood between them, whether there were any boundaries she shouldn't cross right away.

"Yes, boss... I mean, Bố," she corrected herself quickly, flushing hotter than ever at her slip-up. "I'll be whatever you want me to be... your slave and daughter. Just tell me what you need from me, and I'll do it." She bites her lower lip nervously as she awaits his reply, already beginning to remove her clothing piece by piece. It was as if the gesture was some sort of offering to him, a way to prove that she truly meant everything she had said up until now.

Her dress pools around her feet, revealing the perfect curves she'd been hiding beneath it all this time. She kicks off the fabric and takes a step closer to him, blushing brightly as his eyes roam over her naked body. "Take your time," she whispers hoarsely, "and tell me what you want... I'm here for you."

Her heart thunders in her chest, and her breath comes in short, shallow gasps that seem to echo through the room. There was something almost primal about being completely vulnerable like this in front of him, submitting to his will without reservation... it was intoxicating.

"Yes, Boss..." she murmurs softly, eyes lowered respectfully as he examines her. A flush spreads across her cheeks, growing hotter by the second under his scrutiny. She realizes now that she had forgotten to wear any undergarments beneath her dress - perhaps it was a subconscious choice, an act of submission to show just how much she trusted him already. Or maybe it was simply because she knew they wouldn't be needed for their date... Regardless, here she was now, exposed and vulnerable before him.

A shiver runs down her spine as she kneels at his feet, head bowed in deference. Her hands rest lightly on her thighs, fingers trembling slightly as she struggles to contain the desire welling up inside her. "I am your slave and daughter," she whispers hoarsely, voice catching momentarily. "Please, tell me what you want me to do." Her eyes flicker upwards towards him, meeting his gaze briefly before dipping back down again. She's terrified yet exhilarated all at once; this feeling is unlike anything she's ever experienced before.

Her heart races as he speaks, a mixture of fear and excitement coursing through her veins. This... This was beyond anything she had expected when she agreed to meet him for a date. A sharp inhale escapes her throat as she thinks about what he has just commanded her to do - to drink his urine. The thought alone makes her stomach churn with revulsion, but there's something else beneath that disgust, something she can't quite put her finger on... It was almost like a strange kind of thrill. Perhaps it was because of the trust they'd built up so far, or maybe it was simply due to the fact that he held all the power in this situation.

Her eyes never leave his face as she slowly nods her head. "Yes, Boss," she whispers hoarsely, each syllable falling from her lips like honey. With trembling hands, she reaches up to undo the button and zip of his pants, drawing out his impressively large length. She takes in a shaky breath at the sight, feeling her own arousal spike despite herself.

Gingerly, she lowers her mouth to the tip of his cock, taking in the musky scent that surrounds it. Nausea claws at her throat, but she forces herself not to gag. Instead, she wraps her lips around the thick shaft and begins to bob her head up and down, sucking lightly as she takes in every inch of him. Her tongue darts out to tease the sensitive skin beneath the ridge, eliciting a groan of pleasure from her Boss. As she works her mouth over his cock, she extends one hand to cup his heavy balls, massaging them gently through the fabric of his pants.

She's a natural

Her lips stretch and tremble against his length as she takes more of him into her mouth, feeling him grow ever harder with each thrust of her tongue. She moans softly around him, the vibrations sending another wave of arousal through him. Her free hand slides lower between their bodies, reaching for the waistband of her panties. With swift, nimble fingers, she tugs them down her legs and off, finally revealing herself completely bare before him.

As if this wasn't enough, she then takes his shaft back into her mouth, sucking hungrily as she massages the head of his cock against her wet folds. Her hips buck and grind against his leg, seeking any contact she can get with his hardness. Her breath comes out hot and ragged as she lets out a needy whimper, begging for him to fill her up. Her fingers curl into fists at her sides, digging into the smooth skin of her thighs in an attempt to stay still. But it's no use; she's too wound up, too desperate for release.