You let Cindy come for dinner

It would be unusual to tell Ashley that her friend couldn’t come to dinner, so against your better judgment and in the interest of everything appearing normal, you say “yes.” You only hope that your blackmailer doesn’t have anything too out-of-the-ordinary planned for dinner.

Cindy and Ashley arrive just as you finish cooking dinner. Watching Ashley out of the corner of your eye you see her attach the o-ring when she thinks no one is looking. You smile softly and in your head call her a good girl.

The conversation over dinner is typical “there’s a parent present” high school girl banter. They talk about school, Cindy’s new job at the mall, and plans for the summer before leaving for college. There’s a hint of a crush in Ashley’s life from Cindy, but Ashley shuts down that conversation direction with a hard glare at her friend.

Halfway through dinner, Ashley’s phone vibrates on the table. As she reads the message she gets quiet. Cindy asks who it is and Ashley says “Oh, it’s just Tiff wanting to know if we’re out.” Ashley thumbs in a reply and waits. A new message arrives. Ashley furrows her brow and lets out a sigh writing another response. Vibrations of a new reply. She looks up at you and then at Cindy, she forces a smile. “She’s needy tonight.” Looking back down at her phone she types on a word and pauses for a moment. Hitting send she puts the phone down and starts eating again, but keeps her eyes focused on her food.

She eats the rest of her meal in silence. At one point Cindy tries to engage a new conversation, but Ashley only responds with a few words. The rest of the meal is awkward. Once Ashley’s plate is clean she looks up and asks, “Is there dessert, Daddy?”

“Of course,” you reply with a smile, “I picked up strawberry-rhubarb from The Pie Man.”

Cindy tells you how much she loves strawberry-rhubarb pie, so you get up to serve up a couple of slices. With your back to Ashley and Cindy, you start cutting and plating the pie slices. You're startled by Cindy’s exclamation, “Ashley! What are you doing?”

You turn and your daughter is standing at her seat topless. Her blouse at her feet and her small 32Bs are exposed. She hooks her thumbs under her miniskirt and begins pushing it down. Her thong goes down with it. “I...” she stammers shyly “...I...I’ve decided I’m a nudist and I want to be naked all the time.”

You’re speechless and staring at your daughter completely in the buff in your kitchen with the exception of fishnet stockings and a collar. Your eyes roam all over her body noting every curve. Her pussy is completely hairless.

As Ashley sits back down at the table Cindy says in an unnecessarily hushed voice, “but your father is standing right there!”

Ashley crosses her arms over her breasts. “I know.” She looks back down at the table. “Daddy, I’d like some pie now.”

You don’t remember the last time you’ve felt so flustered. “Ashley, you really should put on some clothes. It isn’t really appropriate.”

She looks at your from under her bangs. “Sir, this is how I want to be now. Whenever I’m home I want to be naked. It makes me happy.”

Cindy puts her head in her hands, “This is so weird.”

What are you to do? Obviously, this is the blackmailer making her strip, so it’s your fault she’s now sitting naked at the dinner table waiting for pie.

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