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Miss E enjoys a life of comfort and security, which means that she spends her time in pursuit of leisure and in the constant fight against boredom. Even now, as she hangs out at her friend's house, ostensibly for a sleepover, she cannot help but be bored.

P is a nice girl, but her relative intelligence to E has much to be desired. She's not dumb enough to satisfy E's needs for bimbos and not smart enough to pursue more intellectual pursuits, so today is not about seducing her, nor is it about enjoying the company of her friend.

“Oooh man, sorry, E. I really have to go to the bathroom. Don't get too bored without me!"

“Oh, I'll find a way to entertain myself," E says, waiting for her friend to leave before she, too, slips out of the bedroom.

Clad in a button up pajama shirt and comfy pants, E sneaks out of the room, her hair done up in a ponytail and her bare feet padding along the cold floor. She tosses the laxative wrapper into the trash, knowing that P would be none-the-wiser.

That's when she discovers the actual target of tonight's hunt, shirtless and laying on the couch, a beer in his hands and watching some sport. Everyone expects a horny young woman to want to seduce the child, but today, she's actually after the parent. She pulls her hair out of her ponytail, flicks the curls back and forth, so that her bangs cover one eye, and unbuttons the top few layers of her pajama top.

“Hey… Mr. O?" she asks in a soft, demure voice.

O sits up, gasping when he sees his daughter's friend standing by the stairs. He scrambles to grab his discarded shirt, but she approaches, leaning over, tilting her head. “I'm sorry. I didn't mean to interrupt you. I was just going to get myself a drink, and, well, P's gonna be awhile in the bathroom."

O still sits up, his eyes tracking down from her face, down her neck, and then to her cleavage. “Oh, that's okay, E. You're no bother, really."

"Alright," she says, walking past him, making sure to say much as she does. He takes a sip of his beer, watching her as she goes. She can feel his eyes upon her, making sure to crack her own can nice and loud.

She sighs, standing up and closing the door. She rubs the can over her face, letting her skin glisten. “Wow, is it hot in here, Mr. O, or is it just me?"

O gulps, shifting slightly, unconsciously closing his legs.

E steps back in, plopping on the other side of the couch.

“Yeah, thought we got the AC working down here. Is it okay up in P's room?"

"Oh, it's fine. It's actually pretty chilly, so I'm glad I got these PJs." She says, gripping onto her top. "But… if I were to stay down here any longer, I just couldn't bear wearing them too much, you know? Guess that's why you're nice and comfortable as you are." She sips her drink.

“Heh, yeah. Well, if a man can't be comfortable in his own house…"

“You don't sound comfortable," E says, her lips quirking into a frown. “I mean… is something wrong?"

“No, nothing's wrong' he says, shaking it off, sitting up so he can keep his eye on the tv, though he's long since forgotten what's happening.

“YOu're hot," E says.

"E… excuse me?" O responds, watching her from the corner of his eye. "OH right, yeah, it's still pretty hot in here. Usually don't go shirtless, but-

“No… I mean you're not like the other dads. How old were you when you became a dad?"

“Oh, that? Shit… I was probably you girls' age.

“So you're 44? E says. “Wow, no wonder you still look good. Then again, I'm sure going to my daddy's gym helps with keeping you in shape." When she says this, she reaches over, giving his arm a squeeze.

O nearly spits his drink, but puts the can down, staring right at her. He hisses a whisper to her. “E… what are you doing? P's right upstairs!"

“Oh, so is that what you're worried about? That your daughter's upstairs, not that a girl half your age is hitting on you?"

“W-well…"

“You like it, don't you, O?" she asks, standing up now, her hands playing at the topmost buttoned button. Her tongue plays upon her lips, keeping her uncovered eye fixed upon him as she fondles the bit of plastic, letting it break free from its latch with a deliberate slowness that is bound to drive him crazy. “You like the attention…" she speaks in hushed whispers.

He breathes in deeply, his legs spreading gently. E's eye travels downward, and she smiles. "Do you know what's best about daddies, Mr. O?"

He places his hand upon the arm, about to push himself up, but she reaches down and holds his shoulder, leaning in and smiling. “I asked you a question…"

He coughs and then shakes his head. “C-can't say I know what's best about them. Care to enlighten me?"

"Of course…" she says, leaning in and giving him a kiss on the forehead. She returns to her button, turning away as she lets each button E works on pop one-by-one with as loud of an unfastening as she can manage. "It's really quite simple," she says, letting her unbuttoned top rest on her shoulders. She wraps her arms around herself in a big embrace. Then, she pivots on one foot, rubbing her body as if she couldn't contain the idea she's presenting. "The best thing about daddies, Mr. O, is that you know they have the most potent chance of knocking a girl up, and tonight, 'Daddy', she says, spinning around, letting him her body covered only by the dangling sides of her top, "we're going to roll the dice."