Daddy Fucked My Ass At The After Party

The anniversary dinner was all crystal and candlelight. Black ties, society wives, the Vance family on full display. But my father Arthur was watching me across the table. When the official toasts ended, he appeared at the after-party in a downtown penthouse. The champagne kept flowing. The guests kept thinning. And then it was just us, alone under the glittering skyline. I had spent years hiding what I felt. That night, I stopped hiding and started taking.