A short black mini, and a tiny little top, with no bra, that showed my nice smooth stomach. It made my 36 C tits look nice and round. I left my long d...rk hair down, and put on some slut red lipstick. I wore thigh high boots.When I came down the stairs, my dad just stared at me. "God honey, that skirt is a little short." Don't worry about it Dad, I wanted to look hot."He didn't say anything and we got in the car and he started driving. We went inside the mall, and I could tell that everyone. I screamed at him and told him to fuck off, and in a matter of seconds, two of the hotel staff came to my aid and led him away.It shook me up a little, but I sat down again and got another gin and tonic. I needed to calm my nerves.It was the same waitress who brought my drink. She asked if I was okay, and told me that she was off duty in ten minutes, and if I needed to chat, she was happy to do that.Her name was Emine. She was recently divorced and had been working at the hotel for about six. Before the door even closed all the way, he was on his knees licking my already wet pussy through my lace panties. Slowly sucking my swollen clit, grabbing my soft, brown as with his big hands.I was startled but so fucking turned on that I let him take control of the pussy..."his pussy" as I secretly called it.He laid back on the floor and I stood over him breathing heavy, wanting him to make me scream like he always promised he would. I lowered my hot, wetness down to his waiting mouth. He. He picked out the plains clothes detectives though, knowing each one of them, since he hand picked them for this detail."I just can't believe you brought me out to dinner," she said, picking up the glass of wine he'd ordered her and taking a sip of the bright fruity liquid. "I figured once I got off those steps I'd never see the sun again until he's behind bars." Well, enjoy it," Gabe grinned. "We're eating on the department tonight." The waitress stepped up as if waiting for his cue, her pad.