Jake walked into the steakhouse with his favorite two women close behind him. It looked like a pretty fun place, with a real “barbeque in a cabin” sort of feel. There were snowshoes and animal skins and road signs and all sorts of other crazy crap up on the walls, and the Hostess put a cup full of crayons on the table as she seated them. Petra grinned and immediately got to work drawing on the brown paper that was draped over the booth’s table.
Sarah sat next to Jake and opposite their daughter, engrossing herself in the menu. Jake was a little worried about her; ever since he’d brainwashed her into sex Thursday night, she’d been affectionate enough but a little cold, like she wanted to avoid it happening again. It was a little troubling to have your own wife seem like she was upset about wanting sex, but then given the way she’d cooled down about it the last couple years it was not that surprising either.
Jake decided to put it out of his mind and enjoy the dinner. The menu looked pretty great, and none of the prices were too awful. He glanced over at the table, where Petra was busy drawing a very attractive woman’s ass. “Already know what you’re going to order, Pet?” he asked her.
Petra smiled at him. Goddamn, she had a pretty smile. And she’d done her hair up in pigtails, which along with the skirt and high socks she wore gave her an adorable schoolgirl look. “Yes Daddy,” she said. “I’m having the Rib sampler.”
Jake nodded. “That looks pretty good. I think I’ll stick with the steak, though.”
Orders were taken and drinks were served. Petra continued working on her surprisingly detailed nude on the table, despite her mother’s annoyed complaints. She was kicking her legs girlishly under the table; Jake could tell because now and then her toe would touch his shin. She’d taken her shoes off, so he didn’t bother telling
“Did I tell you guys about the car wreck downtown?” Jake asked.
“I read about that,” Sarah said. “They said everybody got out okay somehow, but a pedestrian got hit by some debris.”
Jake nodded. “It was on my way in to the office. Pretty ugly scene. Really though, no other injuries? That’s weird.”
Jake’s own injury had healed really quickly, so he hadn’t bothered worrying his family about it. But it was really odd that nobody had been hurt in a crash like that. He was replaying what he’d seen of the wreckage in his mind when Petra scoffed. “What a bitch,” she said quietly, nodding in the direction of another table where a waiter looked to be apologizing.
“Petra, language,” Sarah chided.
Jake was curious. “What happened?”
“You didn’t hear?” Petra leaned forward and switched to her gossipping whisper. “She was complaining that they didn’t have the right brand of sparkling water, then ordered some ridiculous organic granola hippie substitutions that’ll probably cause the kitchen a ton of effort.”
Jake glanced over, then did a double-take. “Huh,” he said.
“What is it?”
“Well, it’s just, I think I know her. Or, not know, but she was on the train yesterday morning. I remember because she shoved me to get on, then later had a weird, uh.. coughing fit.”
Petra smirked. “Serves her right,” she said. “People who are rude ought to have bad things happen to them.”
Sarah frowned at her daughter. “Honey, that’s not for us to decide. You should never wish harm on people.”
Jake shrugged. “I dunno, there’s something to be said for schadenfreude.” Petra smiled and touched his shin with her toes again under the table. “Besides,” he added, “I gave her my water, so I figure it balances somewhat, a good deed on top of karmic punishment…”
Sarah sighed. “You two are awful.”
Jake grinned at her. “You married me and raised her, so what’s that make you?”
Sarah and Petra went on talking about something else, but Jake couldn’t help keeping watching the other table. If Mala Kapur was a habitually awful person, then it might be a good idea to make an example of her. Or, at least, a fun idea.
Miss Kapur appeared to be on a date. She was wearing a black low-cut top with a zipper and a mid-length skirt, and sitting across from her was a bored-looking guy in his thirties, who was chewing on a breadstick and watching her talk. Every now and then he’d do a nod-and-smile response to her chatter.
Jake listened a little closer. It sounded like she was a really entitled bitch, going on about how poor people just don’t try hard enough and charity is a waste of time. Suddenly he didn’t feel so bad for throat-fucking her on the train.
Since the food was taking forever anyway, Jake decided to have a little fun. He stopped things and got out of the booth, walking over to Mala’s table. “Gotta keep up with tradition,” he said with a chuckle, sliding up her skirt and pulling her lacy black panties down and off. Then he put her skirt back and examined her top.
It was pretty tight, and the zipper in the front gave a “half-undone” look that really showed off her cleavage. Peeking under it, he noticed that her bra matched today. She must have been expecting some action tonight. Jake peered over at her date. Poor guy. Deciding he deserved a show, Jake unzipped the front of Mala’s top, leaving it undone but closed, then returned to his seat.
Time started again, and Jake watched as Mala’s top opened, exposing her bra-clad breasts to her date. The guy’s eyes were glazed over from boredom, but he straightened pretty quickly in his seat at the sight. Being a classy guy and all, he looked down at the table and said something quiet to her. Mala gasped and snapped her top closed, zipping it back up again.
“Did you see that?” Petra whispered excitedly. “I told you, bad things happened! Maybe I have spooky powers!”
Jake chuckled. “Maybe you do, Pet,” he said, winking at her. Sarah shook her head in disgust at the two of them.
Jake waited for Mala to resume her awful gossip. After a minute or two she was back in full swing. He heard her mention “the patriarchy” and almost hurt his hand with the force he used to mash the Pause button.
This time, drastic measures were needed. First Jake again unzipped her top. Then, using a steak knife from one of the tables, he carefully cut the middle of her bra. It was fit pretty tightly to turn her “B” into a “C”, so he was pretty sure the result would be impressive, but just to be sure he pressed his palms against both cups gently, squishing her breasts a little. Then he sat down again to watch the show.
This time, the result was more dramatic. Mala’s tits pushed against the bra like coiled springs, flinging it and her top open and treating her date to a full view of her bared breasts. The poor guy’s eyes widened in surprise, and this time he didn’t look away. Mala noticed straight away and snapped the top shut again, glaring across at him, but the damage was done.
Petra had obviously seen the show as well, because she immediately clapped her hand over her mouth. She stared at Jake, tears in her eyes as she shook with suppressed laughter. Jake met her gaze, grinning widely. “Wardrobe malfunction,” he whispered, earning an angry elbow nudge from his wife.
Jake left the bitch alone for a while after that. Her date had gotten a nice show. Maybe later he’d see about doing some work on permanently correcting her attitude.
At last, the food was served. Jake’s steak was perfectly cooked, and the smell of the rib plate Petra ordered made him salivate. Sarah had ordered a fish and chips plate that looked really good, also. They were all about half done when Sarah excused herself to go to the washroom, leaving Jake and Petra at the table alone.
“So Mom’s kind of a bitch lately, huh?” Petra quipped.
“I dunno if I’d say that,” Jake replied, cutting into his steak. “She’s just had a lot going on, she gets stressed.”
Petra rolled her eyes and poked him along the shin with her foot. “Come on. She’s mean and no fun at all, and how often do you guys even do it anymore?”
Jake blinked at her. “You realize that’s a really weird thing to ask your Dad, right?”
She smirked at him. “And ‘normal’ is totally our strong suit. Hey, you have a better angle than me. What did that mean chick’s boobs look like?”
“I had no idea you were into boobs, Pet,” Jake said, eating another piece of steak.
Petra winked at him, sucking some rib sauce off her fingers. “Come on,” she whined, rubbing her toes along his leg. “You gotta admit it was cool.”
Jake grinned. “Yeah, it was, wasn’t it?” He nodded at her plate. “Good ribs? The sauce smells great.”
Petra held out an index finger, smeared in sauce. “Wanna try some?”
Jake shrugged, leaning in to lick the sauce from her fingertip. Sure it might look weird, but they were close and it wasn’t all that strange to-
As soon as Jake’s tongue touched his daughter’s finger, she leaned forward, sliding it into his mouth. The sauce was incredible, and he couldn’t help but suck it off as she drew her hand slowly back. The view down the front of Petra’s tee didn’t hurt much, either. “Amazing,” he said softly.
Sarah returned at that moment, sliding back into the booth. “What’d I miss,” she asked, “Did a waiter drop his pants now?”
Jake could feel himself blushing, but Petra smiled sweetly at her mother. “Nothing much, Mom. We were just talking about this rib sauce. Wanna try some?” She dipped her fork in the sauce, holding it out to Sarah.
Sarah took the fork and slipped it in her mouth. “hmm, not bad at all,” she said, returning it. “Maybe I’ll have that next time.”
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Jake bit back another moan as Petra pulled his cock free. Her fingers curled around it stroking slowly down to the base and back up, all the way around the head to rub it with her palm. Her hand was soft and warm and perfect, just like her breast against his hand. He squeezed again, rubbing her nipple through her shirt with his palm. How had he not noticed that she wasn’t wearing a bra at dinner?
Jake looked around the theater. There weren’t a lot of people at the show, but they certainly weren’t alone. The man who’d been getting blown earlier was leaning against his date and was watching the screen, but his shoulder was positioned oddly. It looked like he might be returning the favor by fingering her while they watched the film.
Petra kissed Jake’s neck with the softest pair of lips he’d ever felt. His cock jerked in her hand and she giggled. she nodded toward the other couple. “Maybe I should follow her example,” she said, and before Jake could say anything, his beautiful little daughter was down and had her lips sliding around the head of his dick.
It was intense. It was amazing. It was indescribable. Petra’s warm mouth, her soft lips, her eager tongue circling around his flesh while her fingers kept stroking him up and down faster. His hand, no longer on her breast, found its way into her hair, stroking through it and gently pushing her down. And down she went, starting to bob her head up and down on the top couple inches of him.
This was too much. It needed to stop, but he didn’t want it to. He needed time, needed to think this through, needed to figure out what to do. But Petra wouldn’t stop and Jake couldn’t make her. “Mngh fuck,” he whispered, “I’m gonna cum…”
Petra sped up in response, tightening her grip, stroking faster and sucking on his cock. Jake groaned, his entire body tensing as he started to cum. His hips bucked upward, and Petra’s cheeks suctioned in on him as she worked to swallow his load.
She kept stroking him the whole time, and he kept cumming, longer than he expected. Finally after he didn’t know how long, he came back to himself, panting. Petra was still stroking, milking the last drops and licking his shaft clean of the cum that had leaked from her lips when she couldn’t swallow fast enough.
“Oh God… Petra, I- That was-”
“I know,” she said, smiling up at him. “Do you feel better, Daddy?”
“God, I- yes. I feel amazing. But-”
“Daddy, wait… what’s going on?” Petra sat up, looking around and then toward the screen.
Jake pushed his finally-softening member back into his slacks. “What do you mean, Pet?”
Petra pointed toward the screen. The movie was frozen. As were all the theater’s occupants, including an usher who looked like he was seconds away from checking the back row for shenanigans.
“Why did everything stop?”
END PART VI