The next morning I went all out.
I chose a completely shameless outfit — a tiny sheer black babydoll lingerie dress that was practically transparent under the bright studio lights. My heavy t**s and hard n*****s were fully visible. The hem barely covered my ass. No bra. No panties. Just a pair of sky-high heels that made my ass jiggle with every step. I looked like a high-end w***e, and I knew it.
When I walked into the studio, Daddy froze mid-sentence. His eyes darkened with a mix of fury and raw hunger. His jaw clenched so hard I thought it might crack. The bulge in his pants appeared almost instantly.
“Dove…” he warned, voice low and strained.
Before he could say more, the important clients arrived.
It was a powerful trio: Mr. Viktor Kane, a wealthy businessman, his stunning young
