Page 13 of Please and Tease (Sweet Treats 6)

But that’s not what I need. Hurriedly, I dart to one of the cupboards and yank it open. Ah ha. Perfect. A towering stack of fluffy white towels greets me. I grab two, and turn around, only to see another girl, Layla, looking at me curiously.

“Are you okay, Naomi?” she asks. “You look a little flustered.”

I stand there, momentarily perplexed.

“Um, who, me?” I say innocently while biting my lip. “I’m totally fine. Just grabbing some clean towels, that’s all.”

Layla looks at me oddly. She’s about nine months pregnant, and glowing as a result. Her long honey-colored hair flows down her back, and her breasts are even bigger because of the child within. Momentarily, I’m envious. Layla is in a committed relationship with one of the dads, Tyler, and they seem so happy together. While I wouldn’t give up my current lifestyle for anything, at the same time, it seems like it would be nice to have a steady. I’d have someone to take care of, and someone to take care of me in return. Hmm, maybe I’m aging out of the daughter track. I’ll have to give it some thought.

“Um, so how’s your pregnancy going?” I ask lamely, trying to change the topic of conversation. I don’t want to talk about the smell of come currently emanating from my clothes. Besides, Layla’s pregnancy is impossible to miss because she’s wearing nothing but pink bikini bottoms. Her huge belly protrudes two feet in front of her, and her big breasts rest on top of the mountain, even larger than normal.

“Oh it’s good,” she says while smiling. “The only thing is that I’m already beginning to leak.”

My mouth goes open.

“What do you mean?” I say quickly. “Oh my god, did your water break? Are you okay? Should I call the doctor?”

We have a doctor resident at the Lodge who could come to Layla’s assistance immediately. But the curvy girl merely shakes her head and smiles.

“No, I mean I’m leaking milk prematurely. The baby isn’t due for another two weeks, but look,” she says, gesturing at her nipples. “I’m already beginning to lactate.”

Sure enough, the tips of her tits are gleaming slightly. As I watch, a bead of white fluid gathers at the tip of one, and then slowly drips down the underside of her breast.

“Oh shit!” she says ruefully, wiping it up with a finger. “I guess I’m not going in the pool now,” she says. “I thought it had stopped, but clearly, I’m a milk fountain right now. Sorry, Naomi. I need to get myself cleaned up. I’ll talk to you later, okay?”

She waves and walks off, leaving me alone in the locker room once more. I blink. What just happened? Today is the craziest day ever. First, I caught two men banging each other while I enjoyed my time in the laundromat. Then, Melissa tells me I smell like male seed. To top it all off, I catch Layla lactating out in the open! What kind of place is this?

With a smile, I gather the towels in my arms and scurry out. This is Dads and Daughters, and I wouldn’t change it for the world. I love the filth and debauchery, and now, it’s time to meet the men who caught me in the act. Andrew and Aaron are waiting, and I’m not going to let them down.

8

Aaron

There’s a slight tapping sound and then the door swings open to reveal the gorgeous form of Naomi. She smiles at us shyly while walking our way. Her arms are loaded with fluffy white towels, and she holds them out to us.

“Sorry it took so long,” she says apologetically. “I got waylaid while on my mission.”

I smile.

“Waylaid? That sounds serious.”

She rolls her eyes a bit.

“Well, let’s just say that the girls at the Lodge were oddly chatty today for some reason. I mean, we’re friends, but I wanted to find the towels and then make a quick getaway. Unfortunately, today, two different girls decided to have conversations with me.”

Andrew and I take the towels, wrapping them around our waists. Naomi nods at us, her eyes hungrily eating our bronzed chests and washboard abs. Her eyes skim over our muscles, and her pink tongue slips out for a moment to lick her lips as if she’s ravenous.

But we’ll get to all that soon enough. Right now, we should grab our laundry and get out of here.

“No worries,” my friend drawls while reaching for our laundry basket. “Let’s get out of here, no? You want to come by our suite for some lunch?”

Naomi blushes.

“But what about my clothes?” she asks, pointing to her washer. “They’re sopping wet still, and I feel bad leaving the mess for someone else to find.”

I reach in and test the clothes.

“No, it’s okay. Your stuff has already gone through the spin cycle, so they’re pretty dry. Come on, let’s load this stuff into dryers and then we can head out.”

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