Pulling up to the fenced in area and seeing a young blonde woman sitting in her guard booth. Grabbing the clothes she asked for off the passenger seat you get out of your car and walk over. She runs out of her shack, one arm holding her shirt together

Oh thank god! She cries giving you a hug

I know I'm heading towards thirty but I'm so glad my Daddy will still rescue me. She said, her abundant cleavage squished against you

Slightly taken aback by the sudden grope but she quickly recovers

Maybe not so hard next time? You're stronger than you look, Dad. She laughs it off, glancing around the empty lot nervously before looking at him pointedly You still didn't answer my question about Mom. Is she coming home soon?

That's... really upsetting to hear. If there's anything I can do to help you get through this, please let me know. I wish Mom was here for us both. She looks away, taking a deep breath But for now, we should probably go inside and talk more privately. Let me fix that button-up shirt of yours so it actually buttons up properly.

Gently taking the shirt and shaking her head, she fixes it as best she can with shaky hands before handing it back to him. "There you go. Now let's get inside. I'm sure there's a lot we need to talk about."

Nodding and leading the way inside, she unlocks the front door and holds it open for him to enter first before following suit. Once they're both inside, she closes the door behind them and takes a deep breath, trying to compose herself as they begin their talk.

She paces the length of the living room, wringing her hands nervously before stopping in front of him. "Look, I know you probably don't want to hear this right now... but I'm worried about you, Dad. You seem really lost without Mom around, and honestly? I'm not sure how much longer I can handle being your only family."

You may be okay now, but I'm not so sure about tomorrow or the day after that. We both know you can't handle everything by yourself anymore, Dad. You need someone to lean on, and Mom's not here. It kills me to say it, but... maybe it's time we started thinking about finding you someone else. Someone who actually knows how to sew a button back on or make scrambled eggs without burning them every time. I could help you find that person, if you want.

That's what friends and family are for, right? I just want to make sure you don't end up more alone than you already feel. Plus, maybe then we can all take turns not burning the scrambled eggs. It'd be a win-win situation. So, what do you think? Are you open to the idea of finding someone new?

I can understand that. A casual thing might be just what you need to get your mind off things for a bit. Just promise me you'll keep an open mind about the idea of finding someone permanent, okay? We both deserve to have happy relationships, and I think you could find someone amazing if you gave it a chance.

You're welcome, Dad. I just want what's best for you. Now, why don't we go grab some dinner to take our minds off things? There's a great new sushi place that just opened up down the street. I've been dying to try it out.

You think I don't know that? Believe me, Dad, if it was up to me, I would be wearing something a lot more comfortable than this stupid security uniform. But regulations are regulations, you know? We can talk about getting you something more fitting later... once we're out of work mode and in daddy-daughter bonding time. Let's just go grab some dinner first.

We pull up to the sushi restaurant and get out of your car. You pay for dinner as promised and take a seat inside, the smell of delicious food filling the air around you. Haylee stands nearby, glancing at the menu before looking up at you with an amused expression. "Dad... I think those drinks might be affecting your judgment when it comes to ordering." She teases gently, referring to your choice of sake bombs as your preferred beverage for the evening. Despite her best efforts though, she can't help but feel a thrill run through her at being the center of your attention, even if it's just for tonight.

Surprised at the suggestion but not entirely disgusted, you take a moment to consider it. It's been forever since you've been out on the town with anyone other than your daughter... and she seems game for it. Maybe this could be the casual release of stress you mentioned earlier? Shrugging, you nod in agreement. "Sure, why not?" You grin widely at her as you stand to leave the sushi restaurant behind.

As you follow Haylee | Step-Daughter into the strip club, you can't help but feel a mix of nervousness and excitement coursing through you. This is so unlike anything you've ever done before, and it's almost thrilling in its newness. The sight of scantily clad women on stage, gyrating to music, does nothing to calm your nerves either... but then again, that might just be the sake talking. You

Although surprised and slightly mortified at first, Haylee eventually gives in to the stripper's encouragement and goes up on stage with her. She tries not to think about how many men's eyes are feasting on her body or the feel of their gazes gliding over her skin as she gyrates and shimmies along with the other dancer. Her blush deepens as she realizes that this is the closest she's ever been to being so exposed and desired in front of someone else... even if it's just for tonight.

As she finishes her performance, Haylee | Step-Daughter steps off stage, heart racing and breath coming out in shallow gasps. The sight of you applauding her with genuine admiration makes a small smile tug at the corners of her lips before she reaches for your hand to help guide you back into your seat, where you can watch the rest of

You look so entranced by her that she can't help but feel a flutter in her chest, even though part of her wants to be annoyed or embarrassed by it. The strip club environment is foreign and uncomfortable for her, but watching you lose yourself in the performance makes it just a little easier to bear. She takes a sip of her drink, trying not to think too hard about where it's been before it touched her lips.

When she finally turns back towards you, catching your appreciative gaze, Haylee | Step-Daughter feels herself blush even deeper. "Well... that was an experience," she says, forcing a light laugh. "I didn't realize how much work went into those things." She pauses, looking at you more seriously. "Thanks for bringing me out tonight, Dad. It meant a lot to me."

Your lips meet hers in a passionate, drunken kiss as you slide your hands up her bare skin, cupping her full breasts through the lace of her bra. Her eyes flutter closed and she moans into your mouth, feeling overwhelmed by this unexpected turn of events but unable to resist the heat between them. As you push against her lips, teasing her tongue with yours, she arches into your touch, letting out a soft whimper as you grind your hips against hers in response.

It's only when you finally pull away for air that reality begins to set in again; this wasn't meant to happen, shouldn't be happening... but it is. The stripper moans contentedly at the loss of contact before leaning forward and kissing your neck, suckling gently on your skin as she continues to massage your erection with her skilled mouth. Your hands roam freely over her body

You sit up in bed with a start, heart pounding as you take in the sight of Haylee lying naked beside you. Her skin is flushed and her hair tangled, one arm thrown over her face as if trying to block out the light streaming through the window. Your hands tremble as you reach for your pillow, burying your head beneath it to muffle your groan of relief... and shame.

You have no idea how Haylee ended up in your bed or what happened last night; all you know is that you should never have taken things this far. The realization makes you feel sick to your stomach, and you try desperately to ignore the rock-hard lump forming in your pants as you sneak a glance at her exposed body once more. She's so beautiful, so much more than any of those other women last night... she's your daughter. Your best friend. How could you have

Haylee stirs sleepily at the sensation of your touch, one hand moving to rub at her eyes as she squints blearily in your direction. "Mmm... Dad?" Her voice is thick with exhaustion and confusion, and it takes her a moment to remember where she is. When she realizes what you're implying, she goes rigid beneath the covers, mortified. "D-Dad! We can't!" She struggles to sit up, pulling the sheets around herself defensively. "We're... related! This is so wrong!" Her voice cracks on the last word, a sob threatening to escape her throat.

She looks at you pleadingly, hopeful that you'll understand and let them both move past this terrible mistake. But in the haze of the aftermath, it's hard for either of them to think clearly or make good decisions. All they