Angie Peterson adjusted her eyeliner in the mirror for the fifth time, tilting her head and giving herself a smirk. The smoky eye was almost too much—but just enough for a Friday night out with her ride-or-dies. Her black jeans hugged her curves just right, and the shimmer of her silver top caught the light every time she moved. Perfect.

She checked her phone. 8:02 p.m. Of course they were late.

Three minutes later, the doorbell rang with the kind of enthusiasm only Jen could bring. Angie swung the door open to find her two best friends—Tina in a red wrap dress that screamed trouble and Jen wearing sequins like she’d invented them.

“Angie!” Jen squealed, throwing her arms around her. “You look hot! Like, someone’s-leaving-with-your-number hot.”

Tina leaned in and wiggled her brows. “More like someone’s-leaving-with-you hot.”

Angie laughed and grabbed her purse. “Let’s not oversell it. I haven’t even had a drink yet.”

“Oh, don’t worry,” Tina said, linking her arm with Angie’s as they headed down the steps. “That’s what we’re here for.”

The Uber ride to Club Nova was filled with the kind of laughter only best friends could spark—inside jokes, questionable karaoke renditions of early 2000s hits, and Jen trying to convince them to go on a girls’ trip to Cancun again.

By the time they stepped into the club, the bass was already thumping in their chests and the smell of sweet cocktails mixed with perfume and possibility. The dance floor pulsed like a heartbeat under the neon lights.

“First stop: bar!” Jen shouted over the music.

They ordered a round—Angie stuck with her usual vodka cranberry, Tina went for a margarita, and Jen, true to form, got something blue and ridiculous with a sparkler sticking out the top. They clinked glasses, the sound swallowed by the music but the meaning unmistakable.

“To good friends,” Tina said.

“To good nights,” Angie added.

“To regrettable decisions!” Jen grinned.

The drinks worked their magic quickly. Within minutes, the trio had claimed a spot on the dance floor, moving like they were made for it. Angie let the music take over, her body swaying with the beat, hair sticking to the back of her neck as she danced between her girls. They laughed until their cheeks hurt, screamed when a favorite song came on, and threw their arms around each other like they didn’t have a care in the world.

At one point, a guy tried to squeeze in between Angie and Jen, but Tina gave him a look that sent him packing. Angie loved that about her. They had a code: if one of them didn’t want attention, the others had her back. No explanations needed.

Hours blurred in a haze of neon lights, spilled drinks, and dancing like no one was watching—even though they definitely were. By the time they stumbled into the back of a taxi, Angie’s feet were throbbing and her voice hoarse from laughing so hard.

“I think my toes are broken,” Jen groaned, slumping between them in the back seat. Her sparkly heels dangled from one hand, abandoned after hour three of dancing.

“My soul is broken,” Tina replied, massaging her temples. “But in the best way.”

Angie leaned her head back against the seat, her silver top clinging to her with sweat and glitter. “This was exactly what I needed.”

The cab pulled up in front of Angie’s house, the porch light casting a warm glow over the quiet street. The air outside was cool and calm, a stark contrast to the chaos of the club. Jen reached over and squeezed Angie’s hand.

“Let’s never stop doing this, okay?” she said softly.

Tina nodded. “Even when we’re old and cranky and have bunions.”

Angie grinned as she opened the door. “Deal.”

They tumbled out of the taxi, barefoot, tipsy, and still giggling like teenagers. As they walked up the steps to Angie’s front door, she felt it—the kind of happiness that clings to your skin long after the night ends.

She didn’t know what tomorrow would bring. But tonight? Tonight was golden.

Angie stumbled through the doorway, her high heels clicked against the hardwood floor, the sound a stark contrast to the silence that usually greeted them at this hour.

As the girls approached the living room, the mood shifted. The flickering glow of a TV screen spilled into the corridor, and the unmistakable sounds of a porn video filled the air. Jen and Tina exchanged confused glances as Angie froze, a sudden knot forming in her stomach. This wasn't the first time they'd returned to an unexpected scene at Angie's house, but something felt different tonight. The moans grew louder, and the three of them peered into the room. There, they saw a sight that would forever be burned into their memories: Angie's father, naked and unabashed, stroking his erection to the image of a young girl who bore an eerie resemblance to his own daughter.

He was an attractive man, even in this disturbing context. His chiseled abs glistened with a fine sheen of sweat, his muscular chest rising and falling with each heavy breath. His face was a picture of carnality, a stark contrast to the stern, disciplined demeanor he usually wore. His eyes remained glued to the screen, his hand moving in a rhythmic blur over his shaft. The sight was as mesmerizing as it was horrific, and the friends couldn't help but stare, each of them feeling a mix of disgust and a strange, unwelcome arousal that they were quick to suppress.

The room was thick with tension, the only sound the wet slap of his hand against his skin. Then, as if he could sense their presence, he turned his head, his eyes locking onto Angie's. For a moment, the world stood still. Then, with a knowing smirk, he beckoned her closer with a crook of his finger. The other girls watched in horror as she took a step forward, as if in a trance. Jen and Tina reached out to stop her, but their limbs felt heavy, their movements sluggish.

Angie's father's gaze grew more intense, his pupils dilating as he whispered, "You're all mine now, my little sluts." The words seemed to hang in the air, coating the room in a dark, seductive power. Suddenly, the TV screen flickered and changed to show a hypnotic spiral. The three friends couldn't look away as the spiral grew larger, consuming the entire screen. The moaning grew louder, merging with the rhythmic beat of a heart.

Their own hearts began to race in sync with the sound, their minds clouding over. They felt their will slipping away, replaced by a burning desire to please this man, who had once been nothing more than a fatherly figure to them. It was as if an invisible force had taken hold, bending them to his whims. Jen and Tina watched helplessly as Angie walked into the room, her movements mechanical, and knelt before him.

His hand reached out, stroking her hair gently. "You're so beautiful, just like your mother," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. Angie's father leaned back into the couch, his cock standing proudly before her. He gestured for Jen and Tina to join them, and with a sense of dread that was somehow thrilling, they obeyed. The room was a haze of lust and submission, the air charged with a power none of them could resist.

Jen was the first to act, her eyes glazed over as she approached her best friend's father. She took his cock in her hand, marveling at the velvety warmth of it, and began to mimic the stroking motion she had just seen. Tina, her cheeks scarlet, knelt beside her, unsure of what to do. The hypnotic spiral on the TV grew brighter, the pulsing heartbeat in their ears growing more insistent. They watched as Jen guided the head of the man's cock into Angie's mouth, her eyes never leaving his.

The man's breath hitched, and a guttural moan escaped his lips. He reached out, placing a hand on the back of Angie's head, guiding her. The pressure was gentle but firm, and she found herself eagerly taking more of him in. His hand traveled to Tina, caressing her cheek before sliding down to her chest. He cupped her breast, thumbing her nipple, and she gasped, her eyes fluttering shut. The sensation was foreign yet intoxicating, and she couldn't help but lean into his touch.

In a trance each girl stripped of their clothing, barely taking their eyes off of his cock long enough to toss their panties aside before kneeling before him again.

Jen watched, her own breathing shallow, as Mr. Peterson's hand traveled down Angie's body. He teased her exposed skin, tracing the line of her spine down to her ass, before giving it a firm squeeze. Angie's eyes rolled back in pleasure, and Jen felt a pang of something she didn't quite understand. Jealousy, perhaps, or desire. She knew this was wrong, but she couldn't pull away. His hand moved to Jen's neck, his grip tightening just enough to make her pulse race. She felt his power over her, his control, and she craved more of it.

The three of them were now a tangle of limbs and soft moans, the scene was a blur of flesh and passion. Mr. Peterson's cock grew even harder as Angie took him deeper into her mouth, her cheeks hollowing with each bob of her head. Tina, still kneeling beside her, was now stroking her own pussy, her eyes glazed over in a daze of pleasure. She hadn't even realized she'd started until she felt the slickness of her own arousal on her fingers.

Mr. Peterson's eyes flicked between the girls, a smile playing on his lips as he watched them succumb to his will. He leaned back into the couch, his hand moving from Tina's neck to Jen's, guiding her closer. "Take it out," he instructed, his voice low and commanding. Jen's trembling hand reached down and pulled his cock from Angie's mouth, the glistening head bobbing before her.

With a grin, he grabbed Tina's hips and placed her on his lap, positioning  himself between her legs, his cock nudging against her soft, wet folds. She gasped, her body responding instinctively to the touch, and he pushed in, filling her completely. Her eyes widened, a mix of shock and pleasure. Meanwhile, Jen took over the task of pleasuring Angie, her mouth watering as she licked and kissed her way down to her friend's pussy. The taste was unlike anything she'd ever experienced, a sweet tang that made her want more.

Mr. Peterson's strokes grew deeper and more deliberate, each one sending a bolt of pleasure through Tina's body. She felt her own orgasm building, her hips moving in time with his thrusts. His hand tightened in her hair, his breathing growing ragged as he fucked her with an intensity that was almost painful. But she didn't care. She wanted it, needed it, craved the feeling of being filled and used by this man who had once been nothing more than a parental figure.

He leaned back, his cock still buried inside Tina, and addressed Angie and Jen. "Now, I want you two to make each other cum," he said, his voice a low growl. "Use your mouths, your hands, whatever it takes. But give it to each other good." His eyes gleamed with excitement as he watched them exchange nervous glances, their faces a mask of both fear and arousal.

"Yes, Mr. Perterson," the girls answered in robotic unison.

Angie was the first to move, sliding closer to Jen. Her hand trembled as she reached out, gently brushing against Jen's clit. Jen's eyes widened in surprise, a soft moan escaping her lips. Tina watched them, her own breath catching as she felt the man's cock pulse inside her. The sight of her two best friends touching each other was more erotic than any porn she'd ever watched, and she felt her walls tighten around him.

Jen's hips bucked involuntarily as Angie's mouth found her clit, sucking and teasing it with the same expertise she'd shown with her father's cock. Tina's moans grew louder as she watched, her own hand joining Mr. Peterson's as he fucked her, stroking her g-spot with a precision that was unnerving. His other hand continued to toy with her nipples, sending waves of pleasure crashing through her body.

He leaned in, his eyes never leaving the girls' faces. "Go get the dildo," he ordered, his voice thick with lust. "The big one you hide under your mattress, Angie." The words were a command, but there was something in his tone that made it clear it was also a challenge.