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"All right," I said, clapping my hands together in satisfaction as I finished my coffee. The morning drowsiness had given way to a crackling energy. "We have a plan. But if we do this, we’re going to do it properly."

The girls looked at me expectantly.

"Erica, you’re in charge of the atmosphere. I want the living room to look inviting. Soft lighting, maybe the candles we bought last week. And put together a playlist – relaxed, but sensual."

Erica nodded, her athletic body already tensing with anticipation. "Got it. I’ll make sure it’s perfect."

"Anna, my quiet artist," I said, turning to her. She looked up from her coffee cup, her dark eyes alert. "You have the best eye for detail. I don’t just want the house to be clean, I want it to feel clean. Fresh towels in the bathroom, maybe some of your incense sticks? Something that calms her."

Anna smiled softly. "I know exactly what you mean. It will feel like a sanctuary."

"Casey," I continued, looking at the curvy brunette who was already grinning to herself. "You’re helping me with the cooking. I’ll take care of the main course, but you’re responsible for the appetizers and dessert. Something decadent. Something you can eat with your fingers."

Casey's grin widened. "Oh, I already have a few very… sweet… ideas, Daddy."

The day flew by in a wave of busy preparation. It was more than just getting the house ready for a guest; it felt like we were building a nest together, weaving a net of comfort and sensuality that we wanted to invite Sarah into.

By late afternoon I was standing in the kitchen, preparing the ingredients for an elaborate risotto. Casey was next to me, artfully arranging a platter with figs, prosciutto and little goat cheese balls. She wore nothing but a small apron and a thong, her gorgeous ass swaying with every movement.

"You’re not exactly making it easy for me to focus on cooking," I muttered as I squeezed past her to get to the olive oil, "accidentally" wiping my hand on her bare ass in the process.

She giggled and pressed back against my crotch. "I just want to make sure you’re properly warmed up for our guest," she whispered. She turned around, dipped a finger into the chocolate glaze she’d prepared for the strawberries, and held it up to my mouth. "Try this."

I sucked the chocolate from her finger, my eyes never leaving hers. The taste was intense, sweet, but nothing compared to the hunger I saw in her gaze. I pulled her into a deep kiss, my tongue meeting the remaining traces of chocolate in her mouth.

"Distraction," I said as I pulled back.

"Promise," she corrected with a wink and turned back to her strawberries.

An hour before Sarah was due to arrive, the house had been transformed. Erica had done an incredible job. The living room was lit only by candles and a few dimmed lamps, soft, mellow jazz flowing from the speakers. Anna had turned the bathroom into a small spa, and a delicate scent of sandalwood hung in the air.

I changed as well. I decided against the suit from the night before – too formal for home. Instead, I chose well-fitted black trousers and a dark red linen shirt, leaving the top two buttons undone. Relaxed, but intentional.

I found my three girls in the bedroom, whispering in front of the mirror. They had prepared themselves too.

Erica wore elegant black silk lounge pants and a matching skimpy lace top that showed off her defined abs and the sides of her breasts. Anna had chosen a long, flowing emerald-green silk dress that clung to her slender figure and contrasted beautifully with her dark skin. It was backless and made it very clear with every movement that she wore nothing underneath. Casey wore a burgundy velvet robe, loosely tied in front, offering a deep view of her lush breasts and the curve of her hips.

They looked like goddesses. Seductive, but refined. They didn’t want to pounce on Sarah like prey, they wanted to enchant her.

"Doesn’t she look stunning?" Erica asked, gesturing toward Anna, who blushed slightly. "You all look breathtaking," I said, and I meant it. I stepped closer and gave each of them a slow, deliberate kiss. "Thank you for doing this for me. For us."

"We’re nervous," Anna admitted quietly. "She’s so… fragile."

"She’s stronger than you think," I said. "She took the first step. She sent the picture. She agreed to the date here. She’s curious. We just have to give her a safe space to explore that curiosity."

Exactly at 7 p.m., the doorbell rang.

One last exchange of glances. Erica gave me a brief nod. Casey bit her lip. Anna took a deep breath.

"Go to the living room. Wait for us there," I instructed them.

They did as they were told and settled casually on the big sectional sofa – a temptation of silk and velvet.

I went to the door and opened it.

There she was. And she had granted my wish. The midnight-blue dress hugged her delicate frame, her elfin features were slightly flushed, either from the cool evening air or from nerves. Her ice-blue eyes lit up when she saw me. She held a single bottle of plum wine in her hand – the same one we’d drunk last night.

"Hi," she whispered.

"Hello, Sarah," I said, my voice low and warm. "You look absolutely stunning. Even better than yesterday."

She blushed deeply. "Thank you… you too. I brought this," she said, lifting the bottle. "I thought…"

"This is perfect," I interrupted her gently. I stepped aside. "Come in."

She crossed the threshold, her gaze still on me. "It smells incredible in here."

"I hope you’re hungry." I took the bottle from her and placed a hand lightly on the small of her back to guide her further inside. She trembled slightly at my touch. "Sarah, there’s someone else who wants to say hello."

She looked at me, confused, as I led her toward the living room.

The moment she took in the scene burned itself into my memory. Sarah froze. Her gaze moved from Erica, who rose gracefully from the couch, to Casey, who lounged on the sofa and smiled at her openly, and finally to Anna, who sat quietly in a corner, watching her with a gentle, almost hypnotic intensity.

The music. The candles. The three beautiful women in their alluring outfits.

Sarah’s hand flew to her mouth, her eyes went wide. She understood instantly that this was not a normal dinner. She looked at me in panic, as if she were about to bolt for the door.

"Don’t worry," I said quietly, my hand still resting reassuringly on her back. "You remember my roommates."

Erica was the first to move. She stepped toward Sarah, her smile disarming and confident.

"Sarah, it’s so good to see you again," Erica said in a warm, welcoming voice. She gently slipped Sarah’s jacket from her shoulders, her fingers brushing almost imperceptibly over Sarah’s bare skin. "That dress is beautiful on you. John wasn’t exaggerating."

Sarah managed a barely audible "Thank you."

Casey got up as well, her velvet robe falling open slightly with the movement and revealing a long, bare leg. "Let’s get you a drink. You already brought the wine. Come sit with us. Make yourself at home."

Sarah stood rooted to the spot, her gaze flickering between the three women and me. She was overwhelmed, fascinated, and undoubtedly afraid.

I closed the front door quietly behind us. The click of the lock echoed in the sudden silence.

I stepped up beside her and said softly, just for her: "I told you you were brave, Sarah. Relax. We’re not going to hurt you. We just want to… talk."