This choice: Serving the local white witch and her apprentices!! • Go Back...Chapter #4Serving the local white witch and her apprentices by: Texienne   “Dress however you like,” Daddy told her “The style really doesn’t matter as long as you dress up. Don’t wear anything you don’t want to lose, because everything will be burned. Including your purse and cellphone if you bring them, so don’t.”
Her eyes went wide. “Burned?”
“It’s a little first-timer ritual we have. Everything, even jewelry, goes into the fire, so wear cheap costume stuff. Don’t forget your navel piercing. You’ll be bathed naked, then they’ll put jewelry on you. If you don’t have the nerve to go home naked, they’ll give you a simple dress when you leave.”
She had to think awfully hard to choose the wardrobe. She had an old bra and pantie set in black that she'd outgrown-- she could just adjust the straps enough to squeeze into it-- and some black thigh-high stockings with a hole in one foot. She remembered a pair of heels that she hated, that would just cover the hole in the stockings. Perfect.
Looking at the girl in her mirror, dressed in costume jewelry, black lingerie and heels, she giggled at a momentary fantasy of wearing just this. Tucking her breasts into the undersized cups better, she managed to make it into a sort of push-up bra instead of excess titty-meat hanging out other directions, which made the image in her mirror just that much better.
But looking into her closet, she finally had to admit that something she liked was going to burn. She found a pink party dress with black lace that would match the stockings and potential visible bra strap. It was getting a little small on her, so it would do.
“That’s good, very good,” Daddy said when she reported. He was wearing a tan suit and already had his hair combed. He finished straightening his tie, then ordered, “come here and turn around.”
To her surprise, he took out the barrettes holding her hair, then carefully gathered it together into a ponytail! She hadn’t worn a ponytail since middle school, but she had to admit, looking into the mirror, it went well with the party dress. He had used a black scrunchy, too.
“Is that one of Momma’s?” she asked, touching it.
“No, it’s from Tanya. Sort of a debut gift. She knows it’s going to burn. It’s a tradition of ours that at least one item that you lose be something given by a member.”
She didn’t like hearing that Tanya was part of this. She was Daddy’s unofficial girlfriend-- unofficial because she was still a married woman, although apparently her husband had a girlfriend too-- and another rival to Jenny for Daddy’s attention. But of course Tanya was part of whatever this was, since she had always been ‘one of the guys’ in Daddy’s group of friends.
“Geniver Moore, you have become a truly beautiful woman. I wish your momma could have lived to see this. She would be proud.”
Hearing her full name always made Jenny feel funny, but the rest of it made her feel warm. “She was part of this thing too? Whatever this is?”
“Very much so, Jenny.”
“Including the sex.”
“In your mother’s case, I would have to say especially the sex. Perhaps even because of the sex. I doubt the things we were trying to accomplish ever mattered much to her.”
“The way you were talking earlier... how much sex I will have, that’s what Momma was there to do?”
“It’s your choice what part of this thing you treasure most, but you are so much like your mother, it wouldn’t surprise me if you end up participating mostly for the sex too. But if you are present and female, that is one of the things you are there to do.”
Her eyes went wide. Earlier, she had thought he was exaggerating at least a little, talking dirty to help get her sex drive revved up. “So Tanya is there to have sex, too?”
“Originally, she was there for exactly the same purpose as you. Over the years, she has earned some higher responsibilities as well, but she still participates in the sex.”
They drove all the way out of town, into an area of dense woods, then down a long gravel drive to a very refined and old-fashioned plantation-style house. When Jenny got out of the car, everything seemed very green and healthy, as if the air itself was richer and able to support more life. She’d never experienced anything quite like it.
Then “Aunt” Tanya appeared on the porch of the plantation house. She was wearing a white dress with extreme decollete and of all things, an orchid in her hair.
“Jenny! It’s wonderful for you to join us!” She held out her hands to Jenny as Daddy led her up the porch steps.
Jenny took her hands and allowed herself to be kissed on both cheeks. The intimate contact made her remember Daddy’s comments earlier about making love to every guy and girl, and it suddenly became real to her. I’m going to have sex with this woman? Me? But Tanya was so beautiful right now, she could really imagine doing it!
Tanya put herself in the center, holding Jenny’s hand and Daddy’s hand on opposite sides, but something about how friendly and happy she was left Jenny unable to resent the fact. She led them like that through the house.
The interior was amazing. It was clearly very old, and the furnishings seemed just as old, but also very clean and pure, just like the environment outside. There were times when things seemed to be literally sparkling in the corner of her vision. Every room they passed seemed fit for a specific purpose too, like she had read in old novels. There was an obvious music room, and reading room, and sitting room, and even a smoking room-- she smelled cigars as they passed that one, but somehow it was a warm, nice smell instead of nasty-- and a very large, sumptuous dining room.
They walked out onto the back porch, which was broad and fully roofed, with several porch gliders and a large table around which a number of women and a couple men appeared to be having a old-fashioned southern tea party, with ample quantities of ice tea and cakes.
All the women were wearing white, she realized. Even white stockings and in one case, white lace gloves!! She suddenly felt very wrong dressed in pink and black.
“Geniver Moore, I presume?” drawled a somewhat older southern belle who appeared to be officiating the party. “Come closer, honey. My eyes aren’t so strong as they once were.”
With a reassuring squeeze from Tanya’s hand, she was released to approach the woman herself. The closer she got, the older she estimated the woman to be, although it was almost like double vision. From a distance she had seen a middle-aged woman. Closer, she seemed to have the eyes and the gray colors of an octogenarian, but somehow her skin and her body were no older than a woman in her early thirties.
“Octavia Lee, and very pleased to meet you,” the woman stated and reached out a delicate hand as Jenny came close enough to shake hands. Although it wasn’t precisely a handshake; the woman simply squeezed her hand.
She didn't let it go, though. Instead, with a firm grip, she looked Jenny in the eye and stated, “I want to be sure Joseph has fully explained how you will be contributing. You do have some fair idea of your role here? Don’t be embarrassed child; these ladies already contribute in the same manner.”
It took her a moment to realize that she meant Daddy when she said “Joseph”. Just like “Geniver”, it was a name she rarely heard used. She felt a hand on her shoulder, then Tanya whispering into her ear, “She wants to be sure you know about all the sex. There’s gonna be lots and lots of sex. He told you, right?”
Blushing, Jenny nodded her head, answering both of them. “Yes, ma’am.”
“And this is not your first time, I hope. This is neither the time nor place to deflower a maiden, child.”
Two of the other ladies giggled and protested, “Miss Lee!”
“It has happened before,” she lectured with a sidewise look toward them, “and I aim to be sure it doesn’t happen again. A girl's first time ought be a private thing. Well, child?”
“I’ve... had some experience, Ma’am.”
“Wonderful! Lord, you are the image of your mother, aren’t you? Only more slender, I think. Candyce had more flesh on her bones. You’re truly her equal in beauty, I must say. Amalie? Renatta? Would you be so kind as to bathe our lovely candidate?”
The same two ladies she had just lectured, a pale redhead and a mixed-race brunette, stood and nodded.
“Our punishment for speaking out of turn,” the brunette smiled, but with a twinkle in her eye. “Let’s go take a little bath, honey.”
The two ladies-- they were only a year or two older than Jenny, but the way they were dressed, she couldn’t help but think of them as ‘ladies’-- came around the table to get her. Each took one of her arms and they led her not into the house as she had expected, but down the porch steps!
A lily pond lined in stone lay on the far side of the lawn, and they guided her straight toward it. “Seriously?”
With a gentle kiss to her cheek, the brunette told her, “It’s pure spring water, honey. A few goldfish live in there, but I promise there’s no frogs or nasties. I’m Renatta ”
“I’m Amalie,” the redhead added. They stopped a little way short of the water’s edge, then the two surprised her by unzipping each other and letting their dresses fall. Then another surprise, when she saw they wore nothing beneath except white thigh-high stockings. They stepped out of the dresses and their shoes, then primly stripped off their stockings, dropping them atop their dresses.
Turning toward Jenny wearing nothing but jewelry and friendly smiles, they proceeded to strip her of her clothing as well, dropping everything into a basket that had appeared behind her. As Daddy had predicted, they even took her jewelry, and Tanya’s scrunchy, and even the little plastic dangle in her navel. She was completely nude as they led her forward, onto stone steps leading down.
Renatta kissed her near her ear and whispered, “This is where the magic starts, honey.”
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