Daddy Fucked My Ass At The Charity Gala

The Grand Ballroom was packed with the city"s wealthiest donors, but my father Arthur Vance had eyes for exactly one person. Me. I watched him work the room, commanding every conversation, every handshake, every toast. He was magnetic. He was untouchable. He was mine. When the last check was signed and the chandeliers dimmed, we had the ballroom to ourselves. He took me on the dance floor, against the pillar, on the velvet lounge.