Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 37885 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 152(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37885 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 152(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
And slowly, I watch it all come together.
“I’m really good at this, huh?” I ask as I hold up a finished piece, nod and fold it aside. It will need to be ironed when we get to the hotel, but at least it’s fixed.
“You’re amazing,” Jackson says. “The best.”
“Simply the best,” I sing, chuckling to myself as I put the final stitches into the piece he was working on for me, making sure it’s absolutely as good as it can be. “I think I might win.”
Jackson stands and steps over to me, standing behind me as I nod, satisfied, and put the final piece with the rest.
“You deserve to,” he says, kissing the top of my head. “I already won, getting you. It’s about time you got something too.”
“I got you, Daddy,” I say, smiling as I stand and turn toward him. “What more could a little girl wish for?”
I feel his bulge starting to grow as I press myself against him, and grin as I reach down between us, rubbing a hand over the hard tip. It triggers a memory, and for a moment I hesitate. The first time I did this it felt wrong. But why? Was I too young? Or… It feels like there’s a reason I shouldn’t have done it.
“What’s wrong, baby?”
I shake my head. “Nothing, I just…” The memory fades as quickly as it came, and I notice with delight that my hand is wrapped around his shaft through the soft suit pants. “Daddy’s cock,” I whisper.
“What’s your job, baby?”
“To make sure Daddy’s cock is always satisfied. Using all my holes, my tongue, my hands, my tits, my feet. To not waste a drop of Daddy’s special cream.” I flutter my eyelashes as I look up into his face, still stroking his head with the palm of my hand. “Nobody else is here, Daddy. Just the pilot and he has to fly the plane.”
“Naughty girl,” he whispers with a grin, and I nod.
“As naughty as you want me to be. All for you, Daddy.”
CHAPTER 11
Jackson
An older woman at the check-in desk for the contest looks up and smiles at Mina. “Your name, please?”
“Mina Miller,” she says before I can stop her.
We checked into the hotel under my name, of course, so that wasn’t a problem. Then we had the rest of the day to ourselves, but I hadn’t anticipated this. Of course, for the contest, they need to know she’s really the one that won.
As the woman runs a finger down her list of names, stopping at Mina’s name and frowning, I step forward.
“It might be under Mina Sanders,” I tell her.
“Really?” Mina looks confused.
“You didn’t think Mina Miller sounded much like a designer. Look, I’ll handle this, why don’t you go get me a ticket for the audience?” I pull out my wallet and hand her my credit card.
“Okay, but—” She draws a breath. Then nods, taking the card. “Yes. Okay.”
As soon as she’s out of earshot, I meet the woman’s eyes with what I hope is a very earnest, serious expression.
“She had a bit of an accident a few days ago, slipped into a swimming pool and hit her head.”
“Oh, how terrible. Is she all right?”
“Yes, but she got a touch of amnesia. She’s insisted her name is Miller ever since. The doctors say it will work out, but they told me not to insist on the facts until they come back, otherwise she could end up very confused and upset.” I sigh, starting to play the role. I’m becoming way too good a liar. “Would it be a huge inconvenience to just use Miller for the contest?”
She frowns. “No, not really, but… Well, if she won it would have to be under her legal name. That’s Sanders, right?”
“Right. I’m sure she’ll remember her real name soon enough, so by the time you need anything for magazine features or contracts we’d probably be fine.”
“I guess…” She nods, smiling. “Of course, sure, we can do that. If she’s really up to all this?”
“One thing she remembered was how important this is to her. She wouldn’t want to miss it.”
“All right.”
“Thanks.” I glance across as Mina starts to come back with my audience ticket. “Can we keep this to ourselves?”
“Sure.” The woman meets Mina’s eyes with a smile. “It’s all sorted, sweetheart. Mina Miller was there after all. Silly me, missing it like that. You’re registered, I’ll have a name tag brought through to you, if you’d like to just go with Heather here, she’ll show you where all the contestants are assembling.”
Hours later, she grins and runs my way as she steps out with the other contestants. When she throws her arms around me, nothing could feel better. There are photographers here, but they’re only interested in the contest, not in me or Mina.
“They won’t announce the winner until tomorrow, but it went well, right?” She stares into my eyes as she jumps up and down on the spot. “My designs killed it, didn’t they?”