Page 21 of Second Helpings (Sweet Treats 4)

I gasp at the sheer luxury of the en suite. Everything seems clad in white marble, and there’s a giant porcelain tub with clawed golden feet. Huge mirrors make the bathroom look even bigger than it already is, and I gawk at the enormous corner shower stall that could fit a party of ten.

“Who’s taking a shower here?” I ask. “Why do they need so much space?”

Layla gets a wicked look in her eye.

“Well, the dads can get really inventive, if you understand what I mean. Sometimes, more space is needed than what you’d expect. But we’re here for your initiation, so things are going to be relatively straightforward today. Come on, into the tub,” she says, reaching to help me off with my shirt.

“What?” I squeak. “Right now? But I showered before I came!”

Layla merely rolls her eyes.

“Sienna, this is an initiation. You need to be clean everywhere. The dads like it that way. Come on, into the tub,” she says, her voice all business.

To my surprise, I let her help me off with my clothes, and then Layla turns on the spigot in the bathtub. Hot water pours into the porcelain tub, making the bathroom steamy. I step delicately into the water and sink below the warm bubbles, luxuriating in the feel.

“You went through this as well, right?” I ask Layla as she putters about.

“I did,” she nods, her voice going dreamy. “It was a wonderful night with Tyler, in case you were wondering.”

I nod, blushing a bit.

“But you guys met at a hotel, right? I thought it was a Dads and Daughters party.”

Layla smiles.

“It was. Initiations don’t always happen here. They can happen anywhere in the world, in any setting. The dads try to make it luxurious, but I wouldn’t be surprised if there are initiations happening in igloos and yurts. They’re fancy igloos and fancy yurts, but they’re initiations all the same.”

“Oh wow,” I breathe, sinking even lower into the bubbles. “This is wild.”

“It is,” agrees Layla, handing me a razor. “Now shave yourself where it counts.”

I raise a leg out of the water, waves sloshing a bit.

“But I already shaved right before I came, see? It’s all smooth already.”

Layla merely smiles at me and turns her head.

“Not your legs, Sienna. Down there. Your pussy needs to be bare.”

I gawk at her.

“You must be kidding.”

She shakes her head.

“No, I’m not. You’ll be displayed for the dads before Jock and Jack claim you. It’s part of the ceremony. The dads like to see all new girls, and so you want to be in tip-top form.”

I gasp, staring at her.

“I’m going to be displayed? What does that mean?”

Layla nods, her cheeks going a bit pink.

“It means they’re going to look at you nude, Sienna. They want to see your private parts, in order to appreciate all the young women who join the club.”

“Oh my god, I’m being inspected?” I squeal. “Like a horse at auction?”

Layla laughs, her high tinkle ringing through the bathroom.

“No, not like a horse. But yes, you will be displayed, and you’ll probably be asked to assume a number of positions as well. So I would definitely try to look nice and make the most out of it. You want the dads to like you, Sienna. Even though you’ll be with Jock and Jack for your first time, there will be more dads in the future. Why not stoke their interest now? It’s the perfect opportunity,” she says with a wink. “Now, I’m going to leave you to it, and I’ll be back in half an hour to escort you to the ceremony chamber. Here,” she says, draping a garment over a chair in the bathroom. “Put this on after you’re done. It’s going to be fine, Sienna. You’re pretty as is, so it won’t be hard,” she says with another encouraging wink before departing.

The door closes and I sink deeper into the water, trying to process all this new information. My initiation is turning out to be more than I expected. I thought I’d be brought to Jock and Jack directly before enjoying a steamy evening in their arms. But instead, there’s an actual ceremony with a presentation before all of the dads. Oh my god, am I ready to be displayed as a pretty object for their desire? Is this what I really want?

Slipping back into the slick bath, I smile coyly to myself. The truth is that I can’t wait. I’m a long ways from the old, shy Sienna, and now, the bad girl is taking over.

9

Sienna

Layla and I stand quietly in the hallway, in the shadows. There’s an opening leading to the great room, where the dads are gathered in a circle of chairs. There are more than I thought; at least a few dozen by the looks of it. Soft rumbles of their speech greet my ears, and it feels as if every cell of my body is attuned to the men.

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