Bi-Sexual Female / 30
I Never Asked For A Daddy, Never Thought I'd Have A Lesby
When I got my first professional job I promised myself to maintain a professional persona. Personal life out of the office. Somehow, I was blindsided that a msn had taken an interest in me. All of a sudden his shadow was everywhere. I was promoted after six months ahead of any of my pears. I was assigned to a high visibility project working with much more experienced people. I took it as natural, recognition that I was qualified and hard working.
My bubble was busted one day when I was talking with another female coworker and she asked me how things were going with my Daddy. I choked, but by the time she finished talking to me I began to realize that I was being 'managed', promoted and fast tracked. By my Daddy. I suppose I was insulted, but I was destroyed inside.
But the track I was in took me away from my peer group into a room full of golden boys and girls. When my Daddy spoke, they all listened. I was his Baby girl. Because I so young. I was in meetings with him, and room was made for me sit beside him. One such meeting and he accidently grabbed my water bottle and drank from it. Observed by everyone but him. My lesson, always bring a water bottle for him. Baby making had started and I was the only one blind to it.
I was invited to join my Daddy and one of the princess lawyers at a lunch for a good cause. A fundraiser she was a sponsor for. She was the daughter of some very important people, a thoroughbred. She had set her eyes on my Daddy, before learning that I was his Baby.
For reasons I didn't understand I became her best friend with her arms around me. I was partying with trust fund babies, high brows, top flight types. My Daddy and my lesby overcame any question about my place among them. I was learning my Daddy was one of them. The thin upper crust. And I was his baby girl.
I spent the night with my lesby, just to be with me and keep me warm at night. I turned 25, the Baby girl of my Daddy and my lesby bestie by my side. I walked, talked, and played in a playground I never knew existed. One day, like any other day, I presented myself to my Daddy. The lock shut tight, and he threw away the key.
My bubble was busted one day when I was talking with another female coworker and she asked me how things were going with my Daddy. I choked, but by the time she finished talking to me I began to realize that I was being 'managed', promoted and fast tracked. By my Daddy. I suppose I was insulted, but I was destroyed inside.
But the track I was in took me away from my peer group into a room full of golden boys and girls. When my Daddy spoke, they all listened. I was his Baby girl. Because I so young. I was in meetings with him, and room was made for me sit beside him. One such meeting and he accidently grabbed my water bottle and drank from it. Observed by everyone but him. My lesson, always bring a water bottle for him. Baby making had started and I was the only one blind to it.
I was invited to join my Daddy and one of the princess lawyers at a lunch for a good cause. A fundraiser she was a sponsor for. She was the daughter of some very important people, a thoroughbred. She had set her eyes on my Daddy, before learning that I was his Baby.
For reasons I didn't understand I became her best friend with her arms around me. I was partying with trust fund babies, high brows, top flight types. My Daddy and my lesby overcame any question about my place among them. I was learning my Daddy was one of them. The thin upper crust. And I was his baby girl.
I spent the night with my lesby, just to be with me and keep me warm at night. I turned 25, the Baby girl of my Daddy and my lesby bestie by my side. I walked, talked, and played in a playground I never knew existed. One day, like any other day, I presented myself to my Daddy. The lock shut tight, and he threw away the key.
