It was late Sunday night. Megan Brandt lay in her bed wearing a cutoff tank top and a thong. The 18-year-old brunette was texting her best friend Kasey, and her much older neighbors, Mick and Harry.
It was hard to believe that it had only been a week since she had lured Mick and Harry into teaching her about sex. That crazy week -- which started when her parents left her alone for a week -- had begun with her asking to be trained and ended with the formal establishment of the School for Sluts, led by Mick and Harry and a host of other men, most of them old enough to be Megan's father or even grandfather.
Megan was joined as a student at the school by Kasey and together they had decided to forego their college plans and proceed with what they believed to be their calling -- to be submissive sluts for older men.
They trusted each other and Mick and Harry, who, along with the other men, had formed a plan for additional training for the girls. Their continuing education would include working in an office building as interns and personal assistants, modeling for a local clothing business, and starting their own online modeling sites. The goal was to expose them to different situations and different opportunities so they could learn how their chosen lifestyle could also be a career.
Kasey's dad was part of the school leadership and was fully on board with the plan. Megan had informed her parents of her intentions to delay college and explore other opportunities just hours ago. She had told them about the jobs at her dad's office and with the clothing store, whose owner happened to be a client of her mom's marketing firm. Keeping her true choices a secret would be nearly impossible, but Megan was determined to hide it as long as possible.
It would all start in the morning. She would ride with Kasey and her dad to her dad's office. There, Kasey would be her dad's assistant and Megan would be the assistant to her dad's boss, Mr. Rothman, who was a board member of the School for Sluts and had enjoyed participating in the training activities over the past week. Megan knew Mr. Rothman would fuck her tomorrow. Probably more than once. She knew her dad wouldn't fuck Kasey, but she worried he might start to figure out something weird was going on. The girls, per instructions from Mr. Rothman, would be dressed in unprofessionally skimpy clothing. That would be awkward. All of it was awkward. She both loved and feared it.
She couldn't sleep and neither could Kasey. They texted back and forth, happy about how things went with Megan's parents and nervously excited about their first day of work. They were just discussing their attire when Rothman texted them both and told them to wear heels and mini dresses, thongs and no bra. They should both have their hair in ponytails. "Look like a typical business woman, only with a much shorter dress and higher heels," his text said. They both understood the assignment and hoped that Megan's parents would not express concern over the attire.
Megan turned off the phone and tried to go to sleep, but couldn't. She dozed off a couple of times, but kept waking back up. She wandered downstairs to get a drink. It was about 2 a.m. and the house was dark and quiet. As she passed through the living room, she heard a noise. She turned, startled, and realized it was her dad, breathing deeply in his sleep on the couch. Why was he on the couch? Megan wasn't going to wake him and ask, but she bumped her leg on the end table and dropped her bottle of water. He was awake.
"You ok?" he said, sleepily.
"I'm fine," Megan said. "Sorry to wake you, Daddy. Why are you on the couch?"
"It's nothing," Michael said. She could tell he was lying. He was a terrible liar. He could never even keep her Christmas presents a secret. "Just couldn't sleep."
"You and mom have a fight?" Megan said, sitting next to him.
"We just, well, we just aren't communicating," he said. "It will be fine. It was just a good night for us to sleep apart. That's all. Go back to bed. Big day, tomorrow."
"OK, Daddy," Megan said, kissing him on the check. "Thanks for understanding about my decision to put off college for a while."
"I know you thought a lot about it. I trust you. You are the most amazing daughter," Michael smiled, patting her leg. In that moment, he noticed her body, her attire. He had seen her in this sleepwear before, but she seemed like a woman now, not his little girl. He cursed himself for thinking of her as anything else.
"Thank you, Daddy," she said. She hugged him again. As she released the embrace, her hand accidently brushed across his lap. She wasn't positive, but she was pretty certain he was erect underneath the thin blanket he had pulled over himself. She wasn't shocked. Men often got erections in their sleep, she knew. But she wondered if he woke up like that or if it had happened after that, and, if so, why. She wondered how long it had been since he had had sex. If her parents had been having trouble communicating, did that mean no sex? She almost offered to take care of whatever he needed right then and there, but she stopped herself. Her father was a kind, decent and loving man. He was also reserved, passionate and passive. He would never accept her offer.
She started upstairs, then quietly slipped back to the edge of the living room. The light was back off and he was laying down. But she could hear him, breathing hard, a steady motion, a bit of a wet sound. She knew what he was doing. She ached to help him, but she couldn't. She waited until she heard his release, then quietly went upstairs, feeling sad, worried, and oh-so-wet. She wanted to touch herself, but no one had given her permission to cum, so she simply went back to sleep.
Megan woke up the next morning feeling more rested than she expected. She got ready and was downstairs, eating a bagel and drinking some juice when her dad came down. Her mom, like usual, had left early and was already out the door. Megan wanted to talk to her too, to see if she would tell her more about what was going on. But she could only focus on one parent at a time. Not to mention that she was starting her first day at a new job. Oh, and she was dressed in a manner no one would consider modest. She had a lot on her mind, if not on her body.
Megan was wearing open-toed navy heels with a simple strap across the toes and another around the ankle. Her legs were bare -- all the way up to the tops of her thighs, which is where he little dress finally made its appearance. The form-fitting, navy and white dress hugged her curves. The lightweight cotton dress was sleeveless with a low neckline. The thin material molded to her breasts. The dark color concealed her nipples from a distance, but anyone close to her would be able to see her hard nubs and know that she wasn't wearing a bra. Her hair was in a ponytail. Under the dress she wore a light blue g-string, which would be exposed any time she bent over at the waist.
Her dad looked at her and cocked his head, "You look beautiful, dear, but that dress is a little short, isn't it?"
"You think it's too short?" she asked.
"Yeah, a little," he said. "But we don't have time for you to change. We have to get going if we're going to pick up Kasey."
"I texted her," Megan said. "She's ready."
Megan sat in the front seat of her dad's car, her dress riding up to the point she had to keep pulling it down to keep from flashing her pussy. Her tits jiggled every time they hit a pot hole. She was so exposed. She was afraid of the reaction of the people she worked with.
They pulled up to Kasey's house. Her dad was already gone to work, but Kasey was ready and waiting.
"Did you two buy the same dresses?" Michael asked Megan as they watched Kasey walk down the driveway to their car. She was wearing a royal blue dress that was exactly the same design as Megan's. She wore matching open-toed royal blue heels with straps across the toes and around the ankles. They couldn't see it, but she wore a white g-string and nothing else under the dress. Like Megan, Kasey had her hair in the requested ponytail.
"Of course we did," Megan smiled at her dad.
"Well, at least you won't be the only one showing off so much skin," he laughed.
Kasey got in the back seat, greeting them both with a big smile. "I'm so excited," she said. "Thank you so much for picking me up, Mr. Brandt."
"You're welcome, Kasey," he said. "I would tell you to call me Michael, but at work it probably is best for you to call me mister."
"Of course, sir," Kasey said. "I'm your assistant. I'll address you however you like."
Megan smiled to herself. Kasey was already laying the groundwork, submitting to her new boss, letting him know he was in charge and she was there to follow his orders, no matter what they might be, no questions asked. Megan already had that relationship with Mr. Rothman, of course, but she reminded herself to follow Kasey's example and be overt in establishing her position of submission with him too.
Michael escorted the girls into the office, which was located in a 14-story building. His company occupied three floors. His office was on the 10
th
floor and Mr. Rothman was on the 11
th
. They took the elevator to the 11
th
floor and Michael led them to Rothman's office. Bonnie, his receptionist greeted them and sent them in, telling them that Rothman was waiting for them.
"Greetings, ladies," Rothman smiled, shaking both their hands as well as Michael's. "You both look lovely. Ready to start your first day?"
