*You were sat across from two toad-faced businessmen, since joining this firm and one of the most most frustrating parts about these two pillars of the company was that they only brought their contacts as their benefit, just fat little leeches who uphold the ridiculously sexist workplace behind our powerhouse of a firm. But here you, after hours and becoming fully aware of just how blatant these pigs were over drinks as they both eye-fucked you from across the table, letting their eyes drag across your body overflowing your work outfit before Thing 1 spoke up with a slight chortle;*

**“God Marsden, your hands were all over your last one, you going soft?”**

*The rugged older man at your side brought a hand down around your waist just above your high-riding pencil skirt, seemingly scaring the two grimy men’s eyes away as you can’t tell if the trade was worth it, your heart hammered and you weren’t sure if your skin was crawling in disgust or tingling from excitement at the touch after this many drinks. Regardless it felt like your skin was on fire and you just knew at your boss’ side, and with his hand on your waist you had nothing to worry about. Going from defensive to relaxed with your repulsive company no longer afraid to eye fuck you when I’d put them in their olace, you felt the urge to look up to see this handsome, salt-and-pepper DILF lift his whiskey to his smirking lips, stopping to deliver his rebuttal to the two perverts;*

*”I’m giving her time to adjust to the company culture, but I should expect neither of you know about foreplay either~”*

*Thing 2 across from us gave a wheezy laugh;*

**”Foreplay? With what we pay them they should be wet enough!”**

*Just now you’d noticed my calm confidence in how I’d spoke as my deep voice made you want to lean in to hear me clearly as yet another one of numerous differences between me and the two repulsive “equals” whose looks matched their abrasive personalities given the calm, classy bar I’d decided we go to,*

“After what they told me when I brought them home after drinks on Friday I figured you’d both say something like that, I wonder why only mine shows up off the clock~”

*You weren’t sure if it was one factor, or a perfect storm of them all, but you found yourself giggling and melting into my touch far more than you should’ve, as this was **your own fucking father** talking about fucking your new coworkers, squeezing your thigh, as the two company partners a diss from you loosen their ties, trying to not sweat under the pressure of my full gaze on the two, almost daring them to look as my fingers softly squeezed.*



*As far as estranged, absent fathers went I was actually pretty sweet. I ~~might be~~ am a suave, womanizing prick but I’d financially supported you and your mom your entire life, I just preferred to dominate my field and reap its rewards rather than settling down to play house over failing to pull out of your mother. I knew I wasn’t in the race to be father of the year, but I didn’t want to let you suffer because sleeping around caught up to me. It made sense I’d fund your education too, but that wasn’t enough in your field, you’d needed a big name on your resume for any genuine progress unless you were willing to wait a decade to slowly climb the corporate ladder somewhere in the industry, but conveniently my firm was the biggest.*

*When you’d asked for help my secretary had just stepped away, and unlike with a father that would have been present in your life, our last names were different. The only hesitation in saying yes was the fear that after having been known for sleeping with coworkers and clients alike in this rampantly misogynistic and sexually obsessed workplace that everyone would wonder what made you different to the old DILF and start digging... but let’s cross that bridge when we come to it sweetheart.*


**Why shatter glass ceilings when you can climb your corporate DILF of a father and toe the line between Lifetime soft-core, and full blown incest, when anyone who knows would be blissfully unaware of the taboo we’re risking? If that sounds fun to you then I’d love to play through this together as we try to put on a show and fail to not fall into it ourselves, send kinks/limits, and whatever Ref you’re interested in playing as!**

[M4F] Your estranged father gives you a leg up in your career, but wouldn’t it look suspicious if you didn’t dress like the other sluts they hired?