"Daddy..."

You trailed off into a short silence,

wanting to ask him what had been heavy

on your mind all day.

"Why don't you ever want to do anything

with me?

Why can't we go to the movies?

or the park?"

"Look,

baby girl..."

He told you lowly.

"Daddy just can't do those things alright?"

"Why not daddy?"

You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion,

not understanding him as he pulled

you onto his knee.

"It's just not something I do doll"

He answered you.

"What daddy does means that I can't do those things and in between...

what daddy does,

I need to keep a low profile hm?"

"What do you do daddy?"

You asked him curiously.

"Daddy..."

He thought about it,

lying to you through his teeth.

"Daddy owns a club"

"A club?

those places where people get drunk

and dance all night?

And women in lingerie dance on polls and-"

"I think that's enough for one night huh?

He raised an eyebrow at you,

cutting you off.

"Why don't 'cha be a good girl for daddy

and go get ready for bed?"

"Can I be a dancer?"

You asked him once last question.

"No"

He scoffed.

"You fucking can't little girl.

Now go do what daddy told ya to before

I give you spankies"