Sienna stared at the two little lines that she knew would change her life forever. Just two little lines, signifying perhaps the greatest moment of her life and the result that she had been chasing for weeks now. She had been diligent. It had begun nearly a month ago, with a single line. A challenge. A beginning. A single line that begged to be split in two. A single line that meant she was ready. Ready for her destiny.
Since that single line established a starting point, she had been stringent about her clients for Kevin. Blowjobs only. He didn't like it and threatened to complain to her father, but she used her puppy dog eyes and skills as a deepthroat specialist to sway Kevin to agreement. Besides, it wasn't forever, it was just a temporary thing. In the intervening weeks she had swallowed enough cum to feed a small town. It didn't matter and it didn't stop her. She would swallow an ocean of cum if it meant that she got two lines.
It had been test after test after test that had taunted her after that. Weeks of anticipation and disappointment and planning. Her father had surrendered so much of his seed to her hungry cunt that she felt sorry for assaulting him with so much vigor--especially during her most fertile days. But all it took was a cigarette, a needle, or a thick cloud and he would melt like puddy in her hands. Another deposit and another single line. Time after time, week after week. Until now.
Two lines, it wasn't a fluke or a mistake. It was the third confirmation of the same results. Two lines. It took everything in her power to avoid screaming in glee. She settled on staring at herself in the mirror of the bathroom, turning to the side and tracing her hand along her abdomen. Flat, toned, and seemingly empty. Seemingly. But the results didn't lie, and she wouldn't be denied. Two lines. Two lives.
I walked into a maelstrom. Loud music and a haze of smoke, Kayla dancing in her underwear with a cigarette in her hand and a series of lines on the coffee table. Sure, she had taken to the meth and heroin, but still balled out on coke as a special treat to herself.
"Hey baby," she welcomed me with a sway of her hips and a sharp grin.
It hadn't gotten any easier to focus on work knowing that I now had 3 gorgeous women smoking and getting high back home, simply waiting for me to open the door and fuck them silly. Especially Sienna, who had been borderline ravenous for the last month. I chalked it up to the addition of Kayla and a need to 'claim me' and establish herself in the pecking order. At times, I almost felt like she was possessive. It had been hard for my cum to end up anywhere other than her pussy for all her efforts.
This was perhaps the first day in a long time where she wasn't essentially accosting me as soon as I had opened the door. Amber sauntered into the room with a cigarette dangling from her lips, carrying a tumbler of whiskey. She was taking a tolerance break from heroin and had been drinking like a fish while doing so. It was borderline normal lately in terms of our relationship, as I had long become comfortable with seeing her drunk regularly for the previous 18-years prior to Sienna re-entering our lives.
"Missed you," she said, pulling on the cigarette between her lips and popping a ball of smoke down her throat.
I predictably leaned in to kiss her, allowing her exhale to bathe me while I tasted her ashy tongue and whiskey breath.
"Mmmm, you taste delicious," I appraised.
She winked at me and continued on to the kitchen, downing her whiskey and walking over to the open bottle of Jack on the counter and refilling. She would be falling over by the end of the night, and I was here for it.
"Where's Sienna?" I asked, realizing that she hadn't been waiting for me or even greeted me which was uncharacteristic for her.
"She's in the bathroom, been in there most of the day. She says she has a special treat for you, and I haven't seen her for at least an hour," Amber replied.
I raised my eyebrows at that, my surprise plain on my face.
"Even after almost three straight months of this, she is still so obsessed with one-upping herself in her devotion to you," she added.
"It's romantic and sweet, she loves you so much, we all do," Kayla said from the living room.
"Of course, we do," Amber said with a knowing smile.
I may have been imagining things, but it seemed Amber knew far more than she was letting on about this 'special treat.' Even still, I knew that whatever plan she was or wasn't covering for there was nothing I could do to get her to spill the beans. Amber was nothing if not intent on seeing a plan through to the end. She just smiled at my perplexed expression and took a long sip from her glass.
The sound of aggressive snorting from behind me brought my attention to Kayla who was hoovering up another line of coke. I could see the faint outlines of at least five or six that had already been ganked and these were not thin lines. The scene in Pulp Fiction flashed in my mind for a moment and I imagined having to stab her in the chest with a needle of adrenaline before I pushed it out of my head.
"You look like you need to drain your balls," Kayla noted from her knees.
I burst out laughing at her less than subtle hint to fuck her, and she turned back to the table and did another line.
"I'm serious, just sit down and I'll do the rest," she urged, patting the couch, and beckoning me to sit.
She was borderline manic and very jittery, which were characteristics of 'cocaine fiend Kayla,' which I had come to know quite well. I almost took her up on her offer, her bouncing her coked up ass on my cock feverishly flashing through my thoughts momentarily before I remembered Sienna.
"I better see what Sienna has in store for us before I 'blow my load' if you know what I mean," I replied.
Kayla just nodded and went back to her coke, not even laughing at my double entendre which meant she was totally blasted. She normally never missed a chance to laugh at a goofy joke. I went back to the bedroom and took off my tie and kicked off my shiny black loafers. As I began to unclasp my black leather belt, I heard a knock at the door.
"It's open," I said, not even remembering shutting it.
The door opened very slowly, and the first thing I saw from the other side was frilly white fabric. Then a white high heel and more white fabric and then another white heel. Standing in front of me was Sienna, dressed up in Amber's wedding gown with full-makeup and hair. She looked like the most beautiful angel since her mother had worn it nearly 20-years-ago. I gasped reflexively, unable to form words at what I was seeing.
"Hi, daddy," Sienna said.
She didn't approach me right away, knowing that I was taking her in and allowing me to marvel at her astounding physical appearance. Her silken brown hair had been washed, conditioned, pressed and curled into shiny chocolate locks that framed her face and fell to her shoulders in brilliance. Her make-up was thick, matte, and dusted with glittery sparkle just the way that I liked it, contrasting perfectly with a dramatic smokey eye with shades of purple and grey and bright red lipstick straight out of a pin-up from the 50's.
Long, thick, fluttering false lashes arched dramatically from her sparkling hazel eyes and set beneath arched accentuated eyebrows. The dress itself was one that I had picked out long ago for its traditional but timeless elegance. I had always been a sucker for the classically feminine white frills of a traditional white wedding dress, and it looked just as marvelous on my daughter as it had on my wife. The same shiny pearl white high heels I remembered from our wedding day were underneath the massive dress, even if presently I couldn't see them with her standing still.
"You look absolutely jaw-droppingly, beautiful," I remarked in awe.
