Ted McDonough watched the black limousine pull up in front of the brownstone. Double parking in the street with its four-way flashers blinking, the driver exited the vehicle and circled to the rear curbside door. Yes, it was time to go.
"Sophie, the car's here," yelled the single father as he opened the front door.
"I know, I know," shouted the twelve-year-old whirlwind who clomped down the stairs from the third floor and flew past him. Her long blonde hair tied back in an aptly named ponytail undulated back and forth as she headed for the waiting vehicle. Ted hadn't seen his daughter this happy since the inauguration ceremony. Or this dressed up.
The girl had three closets in the brownstone, one for her official tweed school uniforms, another for her weekend tomboy look of sweatshirts and jeans, and the newest enclosure, an antique armoire where her only long formal dress hung alone. Tonight's outfit would be joining that basic black dress after the dinner.
Watching her streak toward the open car door brought a bittersweet smile to his face. His little girl was growing out of the sitting-on-Daddy's-lap age. Now she was picking out her own dresses, though he would have preferred one with a longer hemline. Though on Sophie, the edging extended mid-thigh when she stayed perfectly still, the material billowed up when she was in motion, her normal bearing. While she was parading up and down the stairs when modeling the dress, he loved seeing those skinny lower limbs until he noticed he could practically see her panties. And her legs were no longer as stick-like as he recalled.
"We'll be late tonight, Concepción," he called to his nanny/housemaid. She didn't answer which didn't surprise him. The old lady had come with the lease on the townhouse and kept to herself pretty much whenever he was about. However, she was good to Sophie, teaching her Spanish and how to make her native food dishes. Those were two talents he did not possess.
Once outside, Ted briskly crossed to the awaiting car, giving a courtesy nod to the driver. He climbed in, only to find unexpected fellow passengers. "Senator?"
"No need for any formalities tonight," said the older rotund man with his trademark silver goatee. "We're just a couple of fathers going to have dinner with our beautiful daughters. Just call me Jeb."
"Umm, all right… Jeb. I guess that makes me Ted." He extended his hand to the famous man, one from his rival political party, but well-respected here inside the beltway. In the presence of greatness, he felt so young, only a newly elected freshman in the lower chamber.
After the door closed, Ted noticed his daughter sitting almost on top of another girl in an almost identical dress. Her chestnut hair was done up in two braids draped in front of her bare shoulders. She flashed a shy smile at him before sharing a private whisper with his daughter.
"Let me introduce my lovely girl, Magnolia," said the man. "I call her Magpie, but she prefers Maggie."
The two girls giggled as they sat facing their fathers. While his daughter crossed her ankles demurely, the other let her knees accidentally fly apart on occasion, allowing Ted a glimpse of her pink panties.
Quickly turning to see if the other man noticed, he found Jeb staring at a piece of paper. "You look surprised to see us sharing our ride," said the man. "This is the school's attempt at a little diplomacy. Don't know if it will be successful, but it doesn't hurt to have friends across the aisle on occasion."
"Yeah," agreed to awe-struck Ted. Looking for anything to say, he let the phrase, "Didn't know you had a young daughter," slip out without adding the phrase "in the school."
"Yep," said Jeb. "She's my fourth, kinda high strung a bit. The result of a little too much celebrating when I won reelection a couple terms ago. Learned a valuable lesson I think I'll share with you. This is the proverbial slippery slope you need to avoid. Don't fuck your interns until you get the divorce finalized. Cost me a pretty penny to hush it up. But Magpie here is definitely worth it."
Ted sat there, red-faced and mortified. He had never said the F word in front of Sophie. Not wanting to know, but curious nonetheless, he glanced over to see his daughter's reaction.
"You know, Daddy," said his little angel. "Mom has been dead for three years. You could go out on a date once in a while."
"It's just, well, I've been busy, what with the campaign and moving and…." He realized he was justifying his lack of a love life not only to his daughter, but also in front of two perfect strangers.
The two girls whispered and giggled back and forth. Finally, Sophie addressed her father. "We think you definitely should get laid and soon. You know, Natalie would love to jump your bones."
Ted's thoughts first flashed to his perky nineteen-year-old intern who always anticipated his needs. She was pretty enough to attract any hunk that came along. He had no idea what she saw in him, especially since he was easily a decade too old for her. Then he grasped that it was his daughter who proposed the illicit encounter. Where had his little angel disappeared to?
Ted decided that remaining quiet for the rest of the trip might be in his best interest. He tried looking out the tinted side windows at the city, but his gaze kept returning to the two nyphettes across from him. Maggie no longer attempted to keep up the ruse of her knees together, and Sophie had let her ankles loose also. The aqua covering under the dress made its debut as they went around a sharp turn and never went back into hiding.
"What's on your mind?" asked the man.
Afraid to speak the truth about unnatural thoughts about either of the girls, Ted faked a cough. "I was just admiring… the choker Magnolia is wearing."
"That there's the best investment I ever made," said Jeb. "Keeps my little one in line, if you know what I mean. She inherited my libido, and you wouldn't want her taking on every bull she found in the pasture, would you?"
Having no idea what he meant, Ted said, "Of course." He then returned to his pretend sightseeing. It continued past the beltway until they crossed into horse country.
The limo approached the Milford Mansion, an old restored plantation house outside of the city. "I remember this place," said Ted. "I came here back when I was interning for my senator."
"Senator Boobie we used to call him," said the older man. "Came into town as an idealist confirmed bachelor and left as a father of four. Not bad for a single-termer."
The car pulled up to the steps leading to the veranda. The driver jumped out and opened the door for them. The girls spilled out first with little Magnolia pausing just outside on the pavement. With her exit blocked, the other girl leaned toward her father, her butt locating the proximity of his nose.
"Sorry, Daddy," she said before giggling while she regained her balance.
"Those little scamps," said Jeb. "Probably planned that little maneuver."
Ted thought about arguing the point, but figured they didn't need a filibuster before dinner. The senator had a well-deserved reputation for being long winded.
While the younger man admired the structure, Jeb whispered to the driver, "We won't need you until morning." Ted thought the remark strange and perhaps a bit too loud. A ridiculous thought crossed his mind. Perhaps the old coot had meant for him to overhear.
Ted ascended the outside staircase with the same dumbfounded expression as the last time. "Nothing has changed," he muttered, bringing a chuckle from his companion. "It's just like I remember it."
At the top of the steps, Mrs. Fitzwilliam, the school headmistress, was checking the invitations. "My, my, little Maggie and Sophie. My two little celebrities. Maggie, I am glad to see you wore your collar. You need to take your friend to be fitted for hers. Then you can rejoin your fathers. Hurry along, girls."
As the students dutifully obeyed the headmistress, Ted turned to Jeb. "I didn't know the collar came from here. I hope it's not too much."
"Part of the price of admission," he said, again chuckling.
"Gentlemen, enjoy our social hour. We will be serving our first course at seven sharp. Don't be late and disappoint your daughters. I want no student unsatisfied this year."
After she gave them their table assignment, Ted followed Jeb into the entry hall. As he stepped across the threshold, the younger man felt transferred back in time to the grand Southern plantations. "Just like
Gone with the Wind," he muttered.
His eyes darted everywhere, taking in the knick-knacks placed on the antique furniture and the oil paintings hung on the walls. "I remember Old Man Milford in his waistcoat. And the farm scene with the cows in the pasture." The pair wandered through the throng gathered. Jeb knew simply everyone while Ted recognized absolutely no other person. As they moved, he received introductions to dozens of fathers, but none stuck in his brain.
They worked their way to the no-host bar. Jeb insisted on buying his new friend a drink. Ted wasn't allowed to order an iced tea. No, it had to be a mint julep. Reluctantly, Ted accepted and nursed it for a while.
As they schmoozed with the others, Ted found one painting that fascinated him. He stood there, staring at the portrait of a young girl, maybe about ten or twelve, long straight brown hair hung over her shoulders without obscuring her budding breast, naked with her private region only hidden behind a conveniently located woman's hoop skirt.
"Like that, do ya?" asked Jeb.
"Well, yes," the young man admitted. "She is a very pretty girl. Kinda reminds me of your daughter."
The old man chuckled, but did not reveal the source of the humor.
"I don't remember seeing that painting the last time I was here. All the others look vaguely familiar, but not this one. And it’s a bit different from every other picture here. A bit more… risque."
"Ted, my boy, you have a keen eye. I hope you don't give anybody reason to poke them out." He motioned for the younger man to follow him. "Let's go get a refill on our drinks."
At 6:55, the pair made their way into the ballroom that now served as the dining room. The entire area was filled with long rectangular tables covered by white linen tablecloths. Each table had seating only on one side in the form of an equally long padded bench with a low back. The position of the bench directed the focus of the entire party toward a large television screen.
"Looks like we're going to have some entertainment," Ted said.
Jeb took one end of the bench while his companion took the other. They left room for the girls between them. Ted was a bit concerned until he realized none of the daughters had arrived yet. But when the servers brought the first trays from the kitchen, his concern dissipated only to be replaced by another apprehension.
"Are those raw oysters?" he asked.
"Yep. Good for boosting your little swimmers tonight. Slurp some up before I have to lick the plate clean myself."
Ted slid to the center and reached for the delicacy. As he did, the lights dimmed, and the television began to show a video taken at the school. Most of the shots were candid stills of the female classmates of his daughter running around in their uniforms, though a few showed off the rather tight gym outfits. He hadn't pictured before just how sexy the proscribed combination of short plaid skirt and thin white polo shirt could be.
Sophie, being a late-comer to the school appeared only a few times. Magnolia, however, was in quite a few scenes. And proved to be quite photogenic and perhaps a bit of a show off.
When the film ended, Ted noticed the oysters had disappeared. By the number of empty shells in front of him, he had eaten twice that of the old man. As he looked up, the horde of preteen students flooded into the room. Sophie came running straight at him, giving the man a huge bear hug when she arrived.
When they released their embrace, Ted noticed the leather strap circling his daughter's neck. "I see you got your collar."
"Yes, isn't it wonderful, Daddy?" She then handed him a slip of paper. "You have to activate it by reciting these words. And remember to use my full name."
"All right." Ted figured that she was so enthusiastic that he had to go along with it. "Sure. Are you ready?"
Sophie took a long deep breath. "I am."
"Sophie Elizabeth McDonough, you are now sealed by leather into the Sisterhood of the School of Infinite Delight. The voice you hear will now be your guide and master. You must obey his commands without hesitation or reservation for the rest of your days or until your master releases you to another. Your obedience will bring you to experience the pleasures of the flesh and forever provide love in your life. To accept this calling, you must answer, 'I do' at this time."
"I do!" she screamed as did about half of the room. A huge mischievous smile appeared on her face. "Thank you, Daddy. I love you."
"I love you, too." Ted looked over his shoulder to see Magnolia sitting on Jeb's lap. "Is this for real?" the young father asked in a whisper.
"Why don't you try it?" his new mentor answered as his daughter undid his tie.
"Good idea," said Ted. "Let's try this. Sophie, kiss me."
"Gladly." His daughter sprang into his arms, knocking him down onto the padding. Her lips locked on his, and her tongue started to explore the inside of his mouth. Without thinking, he responded in kind, a reaction from the years of missing his late wife. "We have to stop," he murmured, not sure if his body wanted to.
Sophie pushed herself to a sitting position. "Did I do something wrong?"
"Of course not. In fact, you were very good. How did you learn to kiss like that?"
"Natalie taught me," she said in a matter of fact voice.
Why had his teenaged female intern been fooling around with his daughter? "Are you really going to obey me?"
Sophie nodded her head yes. "I have to do whatever you want, Daddy."
Ted could feel himself growing hard. And a burgeoning realization hit him. This was not at all like the first time he had been there.
"Hey, freshman," said Jeb from behind the young man. "What do you say we grab a room before they're all gone?"
"But we didn't eat yet?"
"I'm sure they have some sort of room service. Come on."
"Let's go," Ted said to his daughter as the pair followed the bare-chested man to the entry hall.
"We need a private room," the older man said to the headmistress.
"I have the fourth bedroom to the left all ready," said Mrs. Fitzwilliam with a sly smile. "I'll send up your food in about an hour. Maybe I'll make it two. I'm sure you will be starved by then."
Jeb scooped up Magnolia and started carrying the girl up the stairs. "Come on, Rhett," he yelled back at the dumbfounded father.
He almost answered, "My name is Ted," until he understood the
Gone with the Wind reference. "Into my arms, Scarlett," Ted said to his daughter who jumped into his awaiting grasp. Up we went, following the other pair. In the movie, he recalled this action led to Bonnie Blue Butler being conceived.
On his previous visit, no visitors were allowed into the upstairs. They had the impression the rooms were unfurnished back then. This time the fourth bedroom had a king-sized four poster feather bed all ready for the quartet to use.
"What do we do?" Ted asked.
"Command her. Like this. Magpie, remove your dress."
With a smile, the slim brunette unbuttoned the front enough to slip it over her shoulders. It fell to the floor, revealing her bare body underneath. She was slightly rounded in the chest, more like muscles than breasts. Her two puffy nipples rose only slightly. Somewhere the pink panties had disappeared. Her plump lower lips remained those of a little girl. Even so, she appeared beautiful to the young man's gawking eyes.
Turning to his daughter, Ted said. "Ah. Remove your dress."
Sophie followed the actions of her friend. She proved slightly less slight, a bit of curve to her hips and walnut-sized bumps topped by pointy nipples. Like Maggie, no aqua material was present below her waist. Her father witnessed her cute little pussy that he hadn't seen since the days of changing her diapers.
"Kiss each other," said Jeb. While they did so, the men stripped out of their clothes. Ted found he sported a huge erection, bigger than normal.
"Looks like the little blue pill crushed up in your mint julep worked," the older man said. "By the way, how many did you have?"
"Two, no, three," Ted said sheepishly.
"Then you better get to it. Girls, stop kissing."
Sophie came over to her father, staring at his manhood the whole time. "Daddy, I didn't know it would be so big."
For a twelve-year-old with not a lot of experience, he was sure it looked that way. He didn't want to destroy her illusion about him by saying he was only average.
"Sophie, what do you want to do?" he asked. She responded by looking blankly at him.
"I told you, freshman. You have to command her. Take charge. Don't be shy. Talk to her like you own her mind." He smiled at his protege impishly. "Because you do."
Shocked by the comment, Ted screwed up his resolve. "Sophie, tell me what you want to do."
"I want to… to fuck you, Daddy," she said this time with only a little hesitation. "I want you to make me your lover and a woman. After a pause, she added, "And maybe a mother."
"Then lie back on the bed." After she scooted back, he dove into his daughter's cunt, letting his tongue and fingers loose to excite her. It wasn't hard, her brain over-stimulating her almost to a quick climax. He grabbed her, readjusting her roughly on the bed into a missionary position and then mounted her. He pushed through her virginal barrier and proceeded to make her a true woman. As she climaxed, his seed sprayed deep inside of her.
Sophie's legs clenched his body tight to her, keeping him inside until her quivering died out. When he withdrew, Ted found himself still under the influence of the pills.
"Would you do the honor?" asked Jeb. "I got Magpie nice and wet for you."
"But don't you want to…"
"Want? Yes. Can I? Maybe. Should I? No. My doctor advises against it. I'm not a Rockefeller, if you know what I mean. I'm fine eating her out, but I don't dare consummate my relationship with her."
Maggie looked up with pleading doe-like eyes. How could the horny young father refuse?
"Maggie, what do you want me to do?"
She looked to her father who nodded his concurrence. "He is now your master for tonight. Tell him, Magpie."
"Fuck me," the little girl said. "Fuck me like we learned in Health class. Make me see fireworks like Sophie did just now."
Ted mounted his second tween in a short time, this one perhaps a bit more experienced. Somewhere she had lost her maidenhead. He could only speculate how. Though her love canal was a little less tight as he rubbed up and down it, the result was the same. The unrelated father and daughter climaxed together. Maggie trembled from the sexual experience.
With that completed, Ted crawled to his resting daughter, giving way to Jeb to be with his. As he looked back, Ted noticed no difference between the fathers. Their views politically might be radically different, but even from separate sides of the aisle, they both show how they loved their girls with their whole hearts.
And while society drew a boundary, Ted had stepped across the line to show it. He knew he had set foot on that slippery slope, lubricated with his precum. And he no longer cared.