Chapter 4: Lean Girl Fashion

Time wasn't really helping me. Friday rolled in and even though the metaphoric skies in my life were partly sunny, I could still sense dark clouds shadowing over me. I spent most of my day at work feeling like an atom on the verge of splitting. On the one hand, I loved what was happening with my daughter. In some ways, I felt closer to her than ever. She was sharing things with me that she would only be willing to share with me if I supported her endeavors. I knew she was just experimenting with her sexuality—having fun with it, but I also knew she was doing it in a very dangerous way. Sex in public could be exciting, but if caught, could lead to big problems. Sex with strangers in public, minus protection, could be dangerous in other very serious ways. I brought some of these concerns to her attention that night when we got home, but she blew off my concerns.

Instead, she pointed out that I hadn't complained when it happened and wouldn't discuss it further. I tried to push it. I tried not to let it go, seeking to bring us back to some kind of normality, but she wouldn't have it. She said she'd been living a normal life since birth. She said she knew someday she'd have to return to being normal, but she wanted that to be later—when she was ready to settle down. For now, she wanted outrageous and she asked me to stop fighting her on it, reminding me again of my promise. To treat her as a woman—to give her the freedom to make her own choices, and to join her in having fun.

I did want that. I've had my share of relationships since her mother. All of them were normal relationships and with most, the sex was boringly normal. Even though this was with my daughter, I couldn't deny that being crazy to this degree, was fun. She seemed to view sex as a game and she told me the idea of screwing a complete stranger in the upper sections of the library, knowing we could be caught, was exciting beyond anything she could imagine. And the idea that I had lost control myself, giving her pussy away to him, had been the thought that made her come the second time. She said she loved it.

That made one of us. I still felt guilty about that. I did lose control. I was caught in the moment and just acted without thinking. I guess that's what she liked.

I ended up having to work later than normal. I was so distracted throughout the day that it took me longer to get everything done than it should have.

By the time I got home, her guests for the weekend already started arriving. There were four cars in the driveway and I hurried in—knowing I was late.

I expected to meet a couple of parents when I walked into the living room, but that's not what I walked into as I stepped through my front door. The first person I saw was my next-door neighbor, Damien Walters and his wife Elise. They were a younger couple in their mid-twenties and they greeted me with a smile and a wave as I walked in the door. Sitting next to them on Elise's side of the couch was a middle-aged neighbor from down the street. I'd seen him around plenty, mowing his lawn and whatnot, but I didn't know his name. Sitting in my favorite recliner was an older gentleman who I'd never seen before, and in the love seat was the oriental gentleman from the grocery store. Out of everyone in the room, there was only one parent.

"Hi," I said. I didn't know what else to say, but I knew that whatever was going on, Shaina was behind it.

"The girls invited us over for a fashion show," the oriental gentleman said. His accent was heavy but not so much that I couldn't understand him.

"I see," I said. I tried not to, but I immediately broke out in a sweat. I had no idea whether or not any of these people had any idea what they were in for. Hell, I wasn't even sure, but I was pretty sure the 'fashion show' we were about to witness had cost me around six hundred dollars.

"I'm Howard, by the way," the older man said. He got up, stretched his hand out to me. I took it and shook it.

"Jim," I said. "Jim Brentwood."

"Go ahead and take your seat," he said. He stepped aside, ushering me into my seat.

"No, that's fine. You can sit there."

"Actually I can't. Shaina was clear about making sure you sat there. I'll sit with Yoshima. The girls have all been waiting for you to get here."

I shifted my gaze, nervously, to my next-door neighbors. Damien's older brother was one of my bosses. As if my worries weren't enough, I had to wonder whether word would get around and haunt me in the workplace too. They saw me looking at them, and they each gave me an exaggerated smile. "We're so glad Shaina invited us over. I don't think we've been as close as neighbors as we should be," Elise said. "I'm excited to see all of her new outfits."

"So, do you two know Shaina?" I asked. I looked to Walter and then to the neighbor from down the street.

"Um, yes," Walter said. "I hope it's okay that she invited me. Sometimes she sits next to me on the bus. She's a real sweet girl. The last time she rode, she took my number. I, um, never expected her to call, but she did this morning. She invited me to come over. She said she wanted me to see her fashion show. Again, I hope that's all right. She said you'd be okay with it."

"Yeah, yeah. If she invited you, then you're welcome to be here. I was just curious."

"I'm rob," the other neighbor said. "Sometimes when she's walking to the bus stop, she stops to chat with me. She dropped by today and asked me over too."

"I didn't even know she ever rode the bus," I said with a chuckle. "I knew she used to but she has a license now and a car of her own."

"Yeah," Walter agreed. "She says she enjoys riding the bus sometimes. She's the only person I've ever heard say that. Myself ... I only do it, because I'm terrified of driving."

"Okay," Shaina called down. "We're ready to start."

She came halfway down the stairwell. She was wearing the same long robe she wore the weekend before—the one that led to a very sexy dance. I could feel my nerves pinging inside of me and my hands were trembling.

"The first of the 'Lean Girls' will be Abha, wearing a sexy, black, one piece dress, slit high on the sides to highlight her feminine curves. This dress is sure to get her all of the attention she deserves."

Abha began walking down, passing behind her. She stopped, whispered something to Shaina, and waited.

"She is also wearing her lead and collar, which signify her slave status. She proudly announces to everyone that she belongs to my father."

My heart stopped cold. I could feel a wave of darkness fall over me as every eye in the room turned to me, and it was everything I could do to keep myself from passing out. I returned their confused gazes and shrugged my shoulders. My heart thumped in my chest and even though I saw Abha continuing down the stairs, a smile on her face, my vision was shaky as if my head were experiencing its own little earthquake.

As my vision began to clear, I couldn't help but feel a sense of awe at her. The dress did look lovely on her. It wasn't overly tight. It hung from her body, hugging it in the right places, accentuating the curves of her breasts, but not exposing them. The dress was high on her legs, but not pervertedly so, the slits on the side crawling up toward the highest regions of her thigh, but leaving her buttocks, a mystery. She was wearing a collar, and she was carrying the lead to it in her hands. She pranced around the living room, displaying her outfit for everyone, turning this way and that, before coming to me, dropping to her knees next to me. She bowed her head, presenting me with the handle to her leash. "I'm so happy to see you again, my master."

Half of me wanted to hide underneath my recliner and the other half of me was flattered. I thought the master thing was just a game that ended last weekend. Apparently, I was wrong. I didn't know what else to do, so I took the handle she had thrust toward me. "I'm glad to see you again too, Abha." I said, hoping that everyone would quit staring at me like the creep I was beginning to feel like. If her announcing her 'slave' status to the room wasn't bad enough, what she did next was worse. She lifted her head, her smile broadening, as she raised herself enough to lean in and kiss me and her kiss was passionate. I returned it. There was no way I could ever reject her and the quiet room hushed as everyone in there stopped breathing.

Shaina was eating it up. I could see the look of triumph on her face as if she thought she was really accomplishing something wonderful, but I was having visions of blue lights flashing in front of the house.

"Next in the line of 'Lean Girls' is Autumn. She is wearing a pair of low-rise jeans, cut low enough to keep a man's attention focused on the places a man's focus should be, and her floral colored shirt, will keep his mind focused on her, instead of on every other woman around!"

Autumn walked down the stairs, turning down the landing, stepping onto the carpet of the living room and if anyone had begun breathing, I couldn't hear them.

"Wow," Elise commented.

I shared her disbelief. Autumn's jeans were 'low-rise' all right. The front rim of them seemed at least two inches lower than what they should have been and I was reminded of how Shaina had looked in the grocery store after she 'adjusted' her skirt down. Her floral top dipped down well beyond the beginning of her cleavage and she wasn't wearing a bra, displaying generous amounts of her ample breasts.

"You look amazing," Elise said. "Doesn't she, hon?" She reached over and half smacked, half-punching Damien.

"Yeah, she does."

Autumn made her rounds through the living room, flaunting her outfit to everyone. When she was finished, she returned to the side of the stairwell and waited for the other girls to make their run. Every eye, including mine, remained locked onto Autumn as we waited for Shaina.

"The next 'Lean Girl' I present to you, will be Desiree," she said.

Desiree? That's a name I haven't heard.

"Desiree is the tallest of our Lean Girls. She stands a sexy five-foot eleven, weighing a mere one-hundred and eighteen pounds, she's lean, mean and as sexy as any goddess is. Her blonde hair tells us that she's all about fun. She'll be wearing a tiny white miniskirt, giving her gorgeous legs, maximum exposure and her blouse is barely legal."

I could see Desiree's legs coming down the stairs and everything Shaina said about her was true. The more of her that appeared, the more I couldn't help but compare to a living Barbie doll. The blouse that Shaina referred to wasn't much more than two pieces of fabric that started from her stomach, wrapping once around her back, crossing over her breasts, around her neck, tying off in the back of her neck. They weren't enough to cover her chest in its entirety and her nipples announced themselves through it.