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Riley was really angry. His body language gave away his fury and  embarrassment as he flung me around the stage, forcing me to dance the  moves I had forgotten. He tried counting out the moves-one-two, one-two,  one-two-three-to no avail.



Someone in the audience stifled a chuckle. The next time I turned the  wrong way, a few more people joined in, chortling in amusement at my  expense. I wished I could melt into the stage floor and disappear  forever. At least I would be going away to college in a couple of  months. I'd run and hide for four years, and maybe everyone would forget  about me.



I was so mortified that I didn't even realize where we were in the song,  and I completely forgot it was time for Riley to whirl me. He spun me  too fast, catching me off guard. I stumbled backward, wobbling on my  heels, falling, falling. As I tumbled to the stage floor I heard my  dress rip. The room echoed with the laughter of three hundred people. I  began to cry. When I tried to stand up and fell again, I closed my eyes  and sobbed, my body convulsing with my tears. Never had I been so  ashamed. It was the biggest night of my life, and I had ruined  everything and made a mockery of myself.



In a huff, Riley turned and stormed off the stage.



As far as I was concerned, my life was over.





IV.



I felt his firm hands on my waist. Someone was lifting me from the stage  floor, as though I was light as a feather. I blinked through the tears  and saw my stepfather, Christoph.



My stepfather-no, my daddy-had come to save me.



The crowd stopped laughing and was silent, waiting to see what would  happen next. I was so confused. What was he doing on the stage with me?  He looked extremely handsome in his perfectly fitted tux. His eyes shone  intently.



"You look beautiful tonight, princess," he told me. "Just follow my lead. You're going to do fine."



It's like the hundreds of people and all of the humiliation melted away.  It was just me and Daddy on stage together. He held me in his arms and I  lay my cheek against his shoulder, letting his strong assertive body  lead me where it wanted to go. When he swayed, I swayed. When he  stepped, I stepped. Our bodies were perfectly attuned to each other, as  though we had been practicing for this moment our entire lives.



The end of the song was approaching, meaning it was time for the final  twirl. Daddy must have seen the nervousness in my eyes, because he  leaned into me, his lips gently brushing my ear as he whispered  encouragement to me.



"That's my little girl," he murmured. "That's the way."



I stared into those blue eyes of his, and he returned my gaze. He  grinned, and I couldn't help but smile. He swiveled and our bodies  separated. He raised my hand high above my head as I whirled around and  around, spinning like a professional. Suddenly he broke off my momentum,  swinging me down and sliding his hand underneath me to catch my fall. I  dipped low, my back arched, my long hair brushing the stage floor as my  arm flew back dramatically.



Almost as soon as he dipped me, Daddy whipped my body upright and turned  me toward the crowd at the exact instant the music stopped. Everyone  cheered. I couldn't believe it! I was giddy with excitement and trying  desperately to catch my breath. Wanting to thank Daddy, I turned to face  him. The look on his face was one part fatherly pride, two parts  something else, a devilish gleam in his eye that both excited and  completely flustered me.



Daddy leaned in and tenderly kissed my cheek. His chin was prickly with  scruff and it raked across my cheek, a slightly painful and unexpectedly  nice sensation. He raised his lips to my ear and whispered so only I  could hear.



"Your next lesson begins tonight."





V.



My celebration was short-lived. Riley accosted me the second I walked  behind the stage curtain. Daddy had gone back to his table to settle his  tab, leaving me to fend for myself against the angry boy that had  already been so cruel to me.



"You ruined everything," Riley seethed. "What the hell is wrong with you?"



"I'm sorry," I pleaded, "There were so many people watching that I just got nervous  … "



"You're a dumb little cunt," he snarled, cutting me off. "I'll teach you to embarrass me like that."



He grabbed my arm, his fingers digging sharply into my bare skin.



"Stop! Let me go!"



Riley ignored my protests, dragging me back onto the stage. To my  horror, our scuffle drew the attention of the audience. Gaggles of  wealthy men and women were eager to watch the drama unfolding. The  orchestra began to play confusedly, and I could hear a flailing cellist  desperately trying to keep time with the other instruments.                       
       
           


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"Dance, bitch," Riley hissed through his teeth. "And get it right this time."



I tried to pull away from him, but he wouldn't let go. He was forcing me  to dance, humiliating me in front of everyone. In spite of my best  efforts, I began to cry all over again, trying to keep up with Riley as  he dragged me roughly to the dance moves.



A pair of footsteps stormed the stage, echoing above the orchestra.



"Stop the music," a strong voice shouted.



Daddy!



The next thing I knew, my stepfather had grabbed Riley's wrist, breaking  the boy's grasp on me. Daddy turned to me and wiped away the dark, wet  mascara that had dribbled down my cheek. He had come to save me.



"Let's go, Abbi," he growled, leading me off the stage and past the  shocked onlookers, down the middle of the cavernous theater and out the  front door, into the cool summer night.



Daddy noticed me shivering, and he draped his suit jacket over my bare  shoulders as he took me across the street to his car. He opened the  passenger-side door and helped me in. After he had begun to drive away,  taking us home, another tear trickled down my cheek. I had made such a  mess of a night that was supposed to be all about my debut to high  society.



"Daddy, I'm sorry I embarrassed you," I said.



"There's no way you could embarrass me," he instantly replied. "Quite  the opposite, in fact. The truth is, baby, I was so proud of you  tonight. Not everyone would have found the courage to get back up and  finish the dance. But that's exactly what you did. Once you found your  rhythm, no one moved more beautifully than you did up on that stage."



Daddy always knew exactly what to say. Gratitude washed over me. I  wanted to hug him right there in the car, to kiss him and tell him how  much I loved him. He must have noticed because he reached over and  nuzzled the back of my neck with his hand, his strong, rough fingers  massaging my skin. Then he playfully ruffled my hair, messing it up,  just like he did when I was little.



"Hey! You stop that!" I teased, smoothing out my long hair.



Daddy's fingers darted for the sensitive place along my ribs, tickling  me until I howled with laughter, trapped by my seat belt and squirming  in my seat. "Okay, okay," I panted. "You win."



"Yes, I do," he grinned.



The drive home was only fifteen minutes, but I had such a big evening  that I was completely exhausted. Daddy had been driving just a few miles  when I nodded off to sleep. I didn't even realize when we were pulling  down our long driveway and into the garage. When I woke up, Daddy was  carrying me like a sleeping baby up the steps, toward my bedroom. My  arms were wrapped around his neck.



"Shh, go back to sleep," he murmured.



"What about my lesson?" I protested groggily.



"The lesson can wait, my sleeping beauty," he soothed, tucking me into  bed and turning out the lights. "Get some rest and we'll see about  tomorrow."



"Thank you, Daddy," I mumbled, already drifting back to sleep.





VI.



The day after the debutante ball, I couldn't spend much time with Daddy  because Sasha and I were getting ready for the huge party being thrown  for all the graduating seniors from our high school. By coincidence, the  party was being held at a mansion just down the street from where Daddy  and I live. There would probably be kegs of beer and lots of flowing  liquor, not to mention a big trashcan full of fruit punch. "Trash Can  Punch" didn't strike me as the most enticing drink out there, but Sasha  insisted that I would try it, and like it. She swore the drink was  actually quite delicious.



"Maybe tonight is the big night when you finally pop your cherry," Sasha  said, leaning close to my bedroom mirror and applying a thick coat of  red lipstick. "I'm sure there's a boy out there who'd love to stick his  prick into your tight little pussy."