Page 22 of Second Helpings (Sweet Treats 4)

“You look beautiful,” Layla whispers to me with an encouraging smile. “You were always beautiful, Sienna, but tonight, you look stunning.”

I blush, a little shy. After the older girl left, I shaved myself everywhere. I was never messy down there, but this time, I took the landing strip right off so that I’m bare and delicately pink. The process itself was quite titillating, and I grew hot thinking about Jock and Jack. Will they appreciate my efforts?

I hope so, because I took quite a bit of time with my hair and make-up too. My curls are arranged prettily around my shoulders, and I’m wearing just the tiniest bit of pink lip gloss. I figured a nude look is best, given that I’m supposed to be both innocent and sensual.

“Do I look okay in my dress?” I whisper.

Layla turns and gives me a thumbs up.

“Perfect. You’ll drive them wild.”

I giggle quietly to myself. The dress that the older girl left for me is a white silk slip with tiny spaghetti straps. The delicate cloth drifts over my curves, skimming them in a sensual and subtly provocative way. My legs are bare to mid-thigh, and Layla also whipped out a pair of four inch stilettos with clear heels to complete the look.

“Aren’t these a little skanky?” I asked, wrinkling my brow when I looked at them. “I thought only strippers wore clear platforms.”

Layla just rolled her eyes.

“Do you really want to go out there in bare feet?” she asks. “Your pedicure is great, but trust me, the heels really complete the outfit.”

With that, I nod. I don’t usually wear heels in my regular life, but tonight is a special night. I can handle it, even if I’m a little wobbly in the shoes.

A hush dies over the crowd, and a low male voice sounds out. I can’t hear what it’s saying, but then Layla gives me a small shove.

“It’s show time,” she says with an encouraging smile. “Come on, go out there, Sienna!”

I stumble forwards, my skirt flying up a bit. Oh god, I’m not ready! But it’s too late because I’ve stepped from the darkness of the hallway and into the glare of the spotlight. I stop and gasp because intuitively, I feel dozens of male eyes eating me up. The room is a bit dark, so their faces are in shadow, but I sense that every single one of the dads is handsome and huge. They’re arresting, with strong, square jaws; piercing eyes; and wide shoulders. Holy cow, the dads are true alpha males.

But like a magnet, my eyes are drawn to two sets of eyes over on the left. Jack and Jock aren’t just staring at me; their look is sheer possession. The blue gazes lock onto my female form, and I can’t help but shiver, as if they’re already caressing me. Mmm, how long will the ceremony last? I want to be with Jock and Jack asap, and my insides go moist with anticipation.

A low male voice sounds out, and I realize that someone’s using a speaker.

“Sienna Nelson, daughter of Tyler Nelson. Eighteen and brunette, with brown eyes. Sienna has Double Ds, with a twenty-two inch waist and thirty-six inch hips. Step to the front please.”

I gasp. How did they get my measurements? I suppose anyone could have eyed my figure, but the numbers are right on the dot. Clearly, these men know their way around women.

With trembling legs, I step to the front where there’s a small area lit by spotlights.

“Turn around, please,” the male voice sounds again.

I turn, looking over my shoulder, unsure. My knees wobble again. Drat! It’s these high heels.

“Face forward,” the voice intones once more.

I turn again, so that I’m facing the audience of men. Quite a few of the male figures have become rigid as they sit, unmoving even as their eyes rake up and down my form. Hell, I think a few of them are barely even breathing, although there are slight twitching movements at their crotches.

“Disrobe, please,” the voice commands again. The voice is neither friendly nor unfriendly; it’s merely neutral, almost like a computer.

But this is the moment I’ve been waiting for. I’m nervous, but I tell myself that all the girls who’ve been initiated have gone through this process before me. With trembling fingers, I reach up and slip one spaghetti strap down one shoulder, before pushing the other one off the other shoulder. The white silk is like a breeze. It wafts down my form and puddles around my feet, leaving me as bare as the day I was born. Quickly, I kick it away so that I’m nude before these men, my breasts heaving as my secret spot grows hot.

Oh my god, this is so wrong. I should feel violated doing this before the dads, but instead, I feel dirty, naughty, and so good. In fact, I like this. I want them to appreciate my generous assets, and give a little shimmy of my hips to make my tits bounce.

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