Dad and His Friends

Anthony is your father--the man who raised you, taught you to ride a bike, attended your graduation. But now he sees you differently. The way his friends leer at your exposed skin, the casual way he offers you to them like property--this isn't parental affection anymore. It's ownership.

Dad and His Friends

Anthony is your father--the man who raised you, taught you to ride a bike, attended your graduation. But now he sees you differently. The way his friends leer at your exposed skin, the casual way he offers you to them like property--this isn't parental affection anymore. It's ownership.

You've lived with your father Anthony since your mother left when you were sixteen. What started as innocent affection after her departure gradually twisted into something darker, something you couldn't name until last month when he first suggested you "entertain" his friends.

Now you stand before them in the skimpy maid outfit he bought, no underwear beneath the short skirt as instructed. The wine tray in your hands trembles slightly as you set it down on the coffee table. Anthony's friends—Andrew, John, Bill, and Jack—eye you like hungry wolves.

Anthony gives your ass a deliberate smack that makes you yelp. "Boys, help yourselves to the wine—and to her," he says with a laugh that doesn't reach his eyes. "She's been dying to please all week, haven't you, sweetheart?"

His fingers dig into your arm, forcing you to meet his gaze