A barely legal temptress

Could this really be Nicole? You can barely see her face in the girl who stands before you. A girl who looks like she's in high school.

You try to take her all in, but it's difficult.

Her hair is now blonde and straight... that's new, and up in pigtails.

Her nose is a cute little button, still covered in freckles, but work must have been done there.

Her lips are pink and thin, as they've always been. She smiles to reveal a mouth covered in braces.

Her breasts are... well... gone. You assume the surgery she was having was turning her into a big breasted slut. But in fact she's had them reduced to almost nothing there a-cups.

Her whole body seems more petite than it used to, but maybe that's your mind playing with you.

She's definitely skinnier than she used to be. But that may just be from months living off a diet of nothing but cum.

Your jaw drops as you see all this.

Nicole lights up, as if this is exactly the reaction she was hoping for. "Hah honey. Miss me round here?" her voice is thick with a southern accent, like none you've ever heard come from her before.

And her torso is wrapped in a super-tight t-shirt with a smiley face on it. Clearly she's wearing no bra, you can see her little mosquito-bite nipples poking through. And she wears a plaid skirt, knee-high socks, and saddle shoes.

"Can Ah come in? After awl, this is still mah house, right?" She gives you a wink and steps through the door.

How will Mr. Milton feel about this, you wonder? How do you feel about this?

"This is... the type of girl your friend said Southerners really want?" You don't know what to say. You should grab her and kiss her. It's your wife, who you've missed greatly. It just... really doesn't seem like your wife.

"It's the type a girl all the boys Ah fucked said they wanted. It's the type a girl most of the gals Ah fucked said they wanted. They're freaks down there. Ah asked one guy if he awltimately just wanted to fuck his daughter. He said 'more than anythang.'"

You have no way to react to this. You feel like this may hinder your ability to take over the company. You feel like this may get you in trouble.

"H...how did you stay out of trouble with..."

"Relax hon," Nicole reaches over and touches your arm to calm you. It's the sort of thing she's done a thousand times, just not looking like this. "Ah'm legal." She holds up a handbag shaped like a puppy dog. How did you not notice this before? And she takes out a license. It's fake, but it's a pretty good fake. It has her face on it, a birth date indicating she's 18 years old, and a name. "Candace Cain"

"Candace Cain?" You ask

Nicole smirks shyly in a way you've never seen her smirk before. "Candy Cane. Don't it make you wanna lick me?" You still don't know what to do. You feel the blood draining out of your face. But maybe it's all just rushing to your cock. You notice that your erection hasn't decreased one bit through all of this. Nicole continues to explain. "Besides, Ah gotta be legal. Ah got a tattoo." She lifts up her skirt to reveal her panty-less bottom, shaved, waxed, glistening. And just above her little twat, a tattoo of a candy cane and the words "Daddy's Girl."

It hits you that you really have **** in the matter. You have to make this work.

"Anyway, Candy Cane is just for mah boys. You should still call me by mah real name." She smiles.

"Nicole..." you try to speak but you're interrupted.

"Nikki Sue." She corrects you. "O'course Ah went by lots of names in the past few months: Honey Sue, Peggy Sue, Lil' Doll, Skinny, Slutty, Slut Bunny, Princess. Twat Princess. **** Princess, Cum Lips, Cunt Lips..." Nikki Sue steps up to you and places both of her petite hands on your chest. She presses her body against you so she can feel your raging erection pushing into her. "You wanna call me any of those names?" She stares up at you with her big eyes that look innocent and dirty at the same time. You try to find your wife in them.

It's not easy. "Ah belong to all men now. But Ah still belong to you first among 'em." She smiles.

You take a deep breath and repeat in your mind: You have to make this work.