My Guests Arrive

“Hurry up, they’ll be here soon,” I hissed, watching my friend Hannah try to do up a button.

Hannah struggled to get into her skimpy lady cop costume, while I fussed at the collar of my low neckline. I was hosting a Halloween party this year, and Hannah had talked me into getting a sexy costume too. The Halloween pop-up shop had tons of slutty outfits, but when I saw the sexy firefighter, I knew I had to have it.

Daddy was a firefighter, and I’d always admired the way his uniform clung to his bulky muscles. He’d added a bit of a paunch the last few years, but he was still so powerful in that dark blue shirt, my heart raced when I saw a hot version of it. Even better, it was bright orange, so I was sure to stand out.

I just wasn’t sure Daddy would approve. I had a large bust, one that I’d always had to keep covered up. My family was conservative, and we had to dress modestly. Uncle Fred was a pastor, and I knew what he’d tell Daddy if he saw me in this outfit with my cleavage on display, almost spilling right out, and a skirt barely covering my ample ass.

“Jake, your daughter is dressed like a harlot. You’d better keep her under control, or she’ll be a single mother before you know it.”

Daddy often rolled his eyes when his brother started to spout off like that, though he’d never had cause to say it about me, but he still wanted me to be covered up. I’d never worn a low-cut top, let alone a skirt that barely covered anything, but I was 19, and it was time to let loose a little. That’s what Hannah said when we were shopping, and I wasn’t good at saying no, so here I was. Dressed like a slut. My tummy clenched at what Daddy would say when he saw me. He was already unhappy about me hosting this party at home, and insisted on sticking around to keep an eye on us.

I knew he was lingering in the living room, waiting for me to come out and see what I was wearing, but I had a plan. If I waited until guests arrived, maybe Daddy would let my outfit slide. Surely, he wouldn’t put up a fuss in front of company. We’d invited 10 people, so not a huge party, but enough for it to be fun. I’d invited a few girls from a book club I’d been going to, and Hannah had invited a few of her friends, including a few guys. I knew Daddy wouldn’t like that, especially with the way I was dressed.

But I was tired of being so sheltered and innocent. I was ready to start dating, and hoped that at least one of the boys Hannah invited would be interested in me. As I looked in the mirror and adjusted my neckline to cover a nipple that was almost slipping free, I was sure I’d get some attention. Whether that would translate to genuine interest, though, was another thing altogether. What I really wanted was someone to care about me, not just a fling. But everyone has to start somewhere, and Hannah insisted I needed to lose my cherry because most guys weren’t interested in an inexperienced virgin.

I heard the doorbell, and looked at Hannah, smiling nervously as I went to the bedroom door.

“Well, here they are. Let’s go see who’s arrived.”

I opened the door, and peeked out, looking for Daddy. The coast was clear, so I tottered down the hall in my heels, unused to wearing ones that were so high, with Hannah right behind me. I heard the door opening, and bit back a groan. Daddy must be letting people in, and I feared he might be a buzz-kill. I rushed through the living room, almost losing my balance in my hurry to salvage the situation.

Then Daddy turned around, and his eyes grew wide as he took me in, from head to toe and back up again, lingering on my bare thighs, visible under the short skirt, and scandalously low top. When his eyes made their way to mine, a flush was rising up from under his collar, and his brows were drawn together.

Uh oh.

Daddy was angrier than I’d ever seen him before. I looked over at my guests, shame flushing my cheeks red, and when I saw two guys standing in the doorway, their eyes trained on my cleavage, I felt a twinge of regret over my choice in costume. If only Daddy had gone out and let me have this party on my own. I might have been self-conscious with the attention my body was getting, but at least I wouldn’t have Daddy glaring at me and making me feel ashamed.

I reminded myself that I was an adult now, and I had to grow up and start making my own choices. Wasn’t this what I was hoping for? To have guys looking at me like a woman, instead of hiding behind shapeless, high-necked clothes? I squared my shoulders back, and winced as I felt cool air against my nipple. I looked down, and quickly shifted my top to cover up my nip-slip. My top barely covered my wide areolas, especially with no bra to give an extra layer of coverage. My cheeks must have been bright red by now, and I was glad for Hannah’s exuberant greeting of our guests, now crowding the doorway.

When I looked up again, the two guys had come further inside, but their eyes were still glued to my chest. Until Daddy cleared his throat and stepped in front of me.

“Keep your eyes to yourselves if you know what’s good for you. And get the fuck out of the doorway. You’re blocking the entrance.”

I peeked around Daddy as his gruff voice made them jump, and they scurried into the living room behind me. A few more guests piled into the house, and I shuffled out from behind Daddy to greet them. Everyone seemed to have arrived at once, but even though it was mostly girls coming in, Daddy’s posture was still tense. When they were all inside, and the door closed, Daddy gripped my upper arm and pulled me into the kitchen.

I tripped as I followed him behind the kitchen island, catching myself on his shirt, my fingers gripping the tight fabric as I righted myself and he turned around. He helped me find my footing, his huge hands wrapping around my biceps, and he glowered down at me.

“Lacey, what in the fuck are you wearing?”

I quaked in my heels, but I had to stand my ground or I’d never be free to do as I wanted.

“A costume, Daddy. You should be proud that I’m dressed as a firefighter. Like you.”

He barked a laugh, unsmiling.

“You’re falling out of your top, Lacey. And the bottom is so short, I’d see everything if you bent even slightly. Do you see me dressing to show off my ... well, everything?”

I shook my head.

“No, Daddy, but I’m an adult, and I want to look sexy. I want to start dating, and going out.”

I felt my lip puff out into a pout, and realized that wouldn’t help my argument. I drew my bottom lip in, biting it to keep it in place, and stood up straight. I had to show my dad that I was a grown up, and could make my own choices.

I felt my nipple slip out again, and Daddy’s eyes dropped, fixed on my wardrobe malfunction. His hands gripped my arms more tightly, and he drew in a sharp breath.

“Lacey, you can’t go out there like that. Those boys don’t respect you. They’ll take advantage of you, of your innocence, and then smear your reputation. I won’t let them touch my little girl.”

His eyes came up to meet mine, but it looked like it took an effort for him keep them up there, and not on my nipple. I tried to bring my arms up to stuff myself back in again, but Daddy squeezed my arms and I stilled. He let go, and he brought one hand to my expanse of chest. His fingers slid along the collar, while his other hand rested on the bulging top of my breast, and pushed it back in. When his fingers got to where my nipple was, sliding under the orange fabric, they grazed against the tip, and I gasped. He paused there, the back of his knuckles resting on my peaks.

“Sweetheart, those boys don’t deserve to see any of your beautiful body, let alone touch it. I can’t believe you would expose yourself like this. I think...”

He drew in a deep breath, and finished tucking my breast in as best he could. My outfit was straining to keep me covered, but I didn’t care. I wanted to show off what I had for once in my life.

“I think I may have been too soft on you. It’s been so hard since your mom left us six years ago. But I won’t stand for you acting out like this. You’re going to need some discipline, and after the party, you’re going to learn a lesson.”

He let go of me then, and tipped my chin up to look him in the eye.

“I don’t want to ruin your party or embarrass you in front of your friends, so they can stay. But not too late. First, though, you’re going to go to my room and take one of my uniform shirts. If you want to dress like a firefighter, you can wear that tonight.”

My lip slipped into a pout again, and I stomped upstairs to his room, muttering under my breath the whole way. As I passed the living room, I saw the boys checking out all the sexy outfits the girls were wearing. Hannah was swishing her short skirt around, laughing and showing off her panties as the boys stared and egged her on. It was so unfair! When I got to his room, I pulled one of his blue uniform shirts on, but I didn’t button it up. Daddy said I had to wear his shirt, but he didn’t say I had to keep it closed. Pleased with myself, I hurried back downstairs and joined the party.