Have Dinner Part1

You cling to the handrail as you make your way down the stairs, six-inch stilettos wobbling with every step. You're wearing a tight black mini dress that Jeff picked out for you himself. Between how low-cut it is, and how short the skirt is - plus the fact that there's a slit down one leg- you feel like you're wearing nothing at all. Your smooth thighs and a fair portion of your chest are on full display. Your brown hair is down and brushed silky smooth with a hair clip keeping it out of your face. You could hardly recognize yourself in the mirror when you looked earlier.

Jeff watches you descend the stairs. He smiles and wolf-whistles at you like a horny sailor. "Wo-o-o-ow! Lookin' good, Aiken! Mmm, those swim and gymnastics classes are paying off already!"

You roll your eyes and meet him by the front door, straightening your dress for the millionth time already. "Do I really have to wear this? It's so tight and... airy. And the heels are way taller than I'm used to!"

Jeff laughs and shrugs. "It's part of entertaining! You have to dress up a little every now and then, it's no big deal. Better get used to it now."

Jeff was wearing a dark maroon suit and black tie with a white dress shirt. You caught yourself staring enviously at his pants.

"Yeah, but... the Brandts... Megan will be--"

"--Dolled up just as cute as you are! Remember what we talked about, Aiken? Don't worry so much about what people think. Just be yourself!" Jeff slaps your ass playfully and leaves you by the door to greet the guests like you'd planned ahead of time.

You blush bright red and rub the spot he spanked. You try not to think about how close it felt to your skin, or the fact that tonight was your first time wearing a thong. All your other underwear left panty lines since the dress clung so tightly to your body. The only thing between your bare skin and Jeff's hand had been the thin thin fabric of your dress.

The Brandts arrive about ten minutes late. You take a deep breath and open the door for them with a **** smile.

"Hey, hey!" Billy says, sauntering right in. You don't even have to offer to take his coat - he hands it right to you. "Hope you're ready to have a good time tonight. I know I am! Ooh, look at you, Aiken! All dressed up for the evening, huh? Look, Megan. Isn't he pretty?"

Megan follows behind her dad, phone in one hand, and only looks up briefly to smirk at you. "Oh yeah, so pretty!" She's wearing a flowy strapless purple party dress and strappy heels a few inches shorter than yours.

You lead them to the dining room where you've laid out table settings and appetizers already. You'd spent hours in the kitchen preparing today, and everything was perfect. Jeff had made sure of that.

Your stepdad and two guests take their seats amidst small talk and catching-up. Jeff is on one side of the table, next to Billy, while Megan is on the other, next to your empty seat. You notice that Megan is a lot more animated and talkative with your stepdad than she is with you. She laughs at his jokes and answers all his questions about school and life and her plans for college.

"Can I get anyone anything?' You ask, gulping as all eyes dart to you. You were to play "the perfect hostess" tonight, as Jeff put it.

Billy says, "Oh sure, I'll take a beer. Jeff, you in?"

Jeff grins. "Am I in? This guy! Better bring me two, Aiken honey. Megan? You want some?"

Megan giggles and playfully rolls her eyes. "Such boys! No thanks, I'll just have some wine, Aiken honey." She smirks up at you.

You get their drinks and return some time later. The evening is chaotic. You're constantly getting up and down to fetch the next course or to refill someone's drink. More than a few beer cans litter the table before dinner is over, and Jeff and Billy show it.

At one point, as you're bending over to clear out some empty plates, you feel Mr. Brandt's hand on the back of your thigh.

"Mmm, you got Rachel's legs. Maybe a lil more, too!" he laughs and caresses your inner thigh. "You know we got a pool in our backyard. I'd love to have you over sometime... see you in a cute lil bik--"

"--Alright, alright, enough of that" Jeff drunkenly tugs the back of his friends shirt to pull him away. "Hands off! Aiken's my little housewife! Mine!" He laughs and reaches out for you. "Mmm, come here, baby..."

Jeff grabs your wrist and pulls you over to him. To your complete surprise and humiliation, he tugs you onto his lap and grabs your tight around the waist. You can smell the beer on his breath when he puts his face right next to yours.

"D-daddy!" you whisper. "This is embarrassing!" You look across the table and catch Megan staring daggers at you. She doesn't say anything, however. And neither does Mr. Brandt. Everyone keeps talking and laughing like nothing weird is happening.

But under the table... Jeff's hand slides up and down your thigh, occasionally pushing your dress up, or sliding under some. And you can feel something in his lap. Feel it growing. Your heart beats faster and faster, and your face gets redder and redder. You don't kid yourself or pretend you don't know what it is. You know exactly what it is. And it's big.

"Um, Daddy... can Megan and I go to my room?" You have no idea what you're saying. You just know you're way too embarrassed to stay there a second longer. "Please, Sir?"

Jeff shrugs, blinking away drowsiness. "Hmm? Yeah s-suuure, ahright... Have fun, girls..."

You sigh with relief when he releases you, and quickly run to your room.