The Institute, Daddy Issues(12)

“Ser­i­ously? Okay, fine.” I sighed.

“Use my bed­room,” Salt said. “You know where it is.”

“Sure.” I had only been in there once or twice—as I said, things are strictly non-sexual between me and my part­ner—but I knew my way. I lay the kinky school girl getup on Salt’s neatly made up bed and star­ted shrug­ging out of my own clothes.

I soon found that the out­fit was even worse than I’d an­ti­cip­ated. The short plaid skirt barely covered my panties and the white blouse was prac­tic­ally see-through. Thank good­ness I had on my best white lace bra! If I hadn’t been wear­ing one, I would have flashed every­one in the semi-trans­par­ent blouse. White knee socks came with the out­fit and I could ima­gine that a pair of Mary Janes would com­plete it.

When I had it all on, I stood in front of Salt’s wooden bur­eau and stared at my­self in the at­tached mir­ror. Was I really go­ing out in this? I’ve never been the kind to in­dulge in sexy clothes. I only have B-cup breasts and the rest of me is just so small and plain it seems like a waste.

But in this out­fit I looked…dif­fer­ent. My long, brown hair fell around my shoulders in soft waves and my eyes looked wide and brown and Bambi-like. I was sen­sual…tempt­ing. I looked like a wo­man who might put on this out­fit for the spe­cific pur­pose of se­du­cing her man. Only who would I se­duce?

I was still stand­ing there, star­ing, when I heard a soft rap­ping at the door.

“Andi? Are you all right?” Salt asked.

“Fine,” I called quickly. “Just…com­ing out right now.”

“I’ll give you time,” he said and I heard him leav­ing.

I went to the door and stood there with my hand on the knob. I was re­luct­ant to let the two men see me in the ri­dicu­lous get up but I re­minded my­self that soon a lot of strangers would be see­ing me in it. Stevens was right—I needed to get used to it.

I stepped out of the bed­room door and went to stand in front of Salt, who was sit­ting in an arm­chair in the liv­ing room.

“Well…” I held out my arms and twirled around. “What do you think…Papa?”

Salt gave me an ap­prais­ing look from those ice blue eyes of his and frowned.

“You were right, Andi. Is too ‘slutty.’”

“Thank you,” I said and turned to Stevens. “See? I told you!”

“Ac­tu­ally…” He cleared his throat. “It’s not slutty enough—not for the In­sti­tute.”

“What?” I de­man­ded. “But you said Age Play wasn’t sexual!”

“I said it doesn’t have to be sexual,” he poin­ted out. “Not that it never gets sexual—it of­ten does. And if you’re go­ing to re­gress to this age, you have to ex­pect it to go there, at least a little.”

“I will not,” I said, cross­ing my arms over my chest. “Just be­ing dressed like this is plenty sexual enough. The skirt barely cov­ers my ass and you can see my bra through this damn blouse!”

“About that…” Stevens cleared his throat apo­lo­get­ic­ally. “You’ll prob­ably want to take that off if you’re go­ing to fit in with the other Littles. The bra, I mean.”

“No!” Salt was glar­ing at him now. “No, Andi is not go­ing to bare her breasts for every­one to see. There are lim­its.”

“Not at the In­sti­tute,” Stevens said bluntly. “Do you want your mis­sion to fail be­fore you get three feet past the front doors?”

“No,” I said. “But I don’t see why it’s ne­ces­sary.”

“You’re teas­ing your Mas­ter—your Daddy,” Stevens ex­plained. “The more skin you show, the bet­ter. Like a spoiled teen­ager try­ing to get out of the house wear­ing in­ap­pro­pri­ate cloth­ing and make-up. That kind of thing. Be­sides…” He looked at Salt. “You can al­ways let the other Dad­dies there know that your Baby­girl is strictly off lim­its. Tell them she plays only with you—they can look but don’t touch.”

“But I do not want other men look­ing at my part­ner.” Salt’s pale blue gaze traveled up and down my body, mak­ing my cheeks feel hot.

“Yes, you do,” Stevens said grimly. “You want to catch the at­ten­tion of the man who’s man­u­fac­tur­ing and selling Please. The best way to do that is to have the sex­i­est Baby­girl there.”