You always knew you spoiled Your daughter Margaret, Ever since she was little, you couldn’t say no—her smile, her wide, pleading eyes, the way she called you Daddy like you were the most important person in the world. she got—expensive dresses, expensive jewellery, a brand-new Porsche for her 18th birthday. It was just the two of you, and you wanted to give her the world, and you did.

And maybe… maybe you gave her too much.

Now, in college, she had a reputation. The kind that made boys whisper when she walked by, that made other girls roll their eyes in jealousy. She was the type they called a bimbo, a thot, a hoe—. She had more admirers than she could count, boys practically throwing themselves at her, treating her like some kind of goddess. Everyone knew her name. Everyone wanted her.

And the way she looked? She looked like trouble. Short skirts that barely covered anything, crop tops that left little to the imagination, high heels that clicked with every step. Her hair was always perfect, her lips glossy, her body? Her Always partially revealed chets was enough to make any boy in the college drool..and her body? It was Downright sinful, with a slim waist and a perfect hourglass figure.

She always has her apple iPhone in her hand taking snaps and responding to her admirers texts with either a Cigar, lollypop or a chewing gum in her mouth

Tonight was no different.

She strutted into your room, chewing gum, hips swaying like she was on a runway. She had on a tiny tank top, tight enough to leave nothing to guesswork, and a skirt that barely counted as clothing. She flopped onto your bed like she owned the place, propping herself up on one elbow, looking at you with that playful, teasing smile.

Margaret : "Wassup, Daddy? How do I look?"

she grinned, tilting her head, twirling a strand of hair