The Dollhouse

John was sitting at Amelia's desk, going over the therapy plan she had devised for Tansy's introduction to S&M for coping with her abuse when his cellphone rang. He looked at the number but didn't recognize it. He almost push the ignore button, but at the last second he answered.

"Hello?"

"John?" a quiet, trembly voice said on the other end of the line.

"Yes, this is John. I'm sorry, I don't recognize your number. Who is this?"

There was a moment of silence before the voice said, "Hannah. From the mall. We met the other..."

"Hannah," John gushed.

He was excited to hear from her. He had only known her for an afternoon when he came into her store in the mall with Penelope to buy clothes, but in that short time they had connected. She had revealed her lust for her own father and encouraged him to fuck the fourteen-year-old Penelope. John had given her his number and told her to call him to let him know how things had gone with her dad.

"Is everything okay, Hannah? You sound sad."

"Oh, John," Hannah croaked. "It was... he... "

"Did he hurt you, Hannah?" John asked, his voice full of concern.

"No. Not like that. Not... We had sex. It was so beautiful, so perfect. He... called me pretty and told me how he'd masturbated to me since I was just a little girl. He kissed me so passionately. He told me that I was even prettier than Mom and that he'd always wanted me but been afraid of hurting me, and then..."

John listened, letting Hannah gather herself.

"...Then afterwards, this morning, he was... so cold and mean. He told me that I was evil for causing him to sin. He told me that I'm just a filthy little whore and that I'm going to hell for what I made him do."

"Oh, Hannah, I'm so sorry, baby."

"I don't understand, John. He loved me. He made love to me, and it was so... so wonderful, and then he just changed. He kicked me out of the house. I don't have anywhere to go."

"Yes you do, Hannah," John insisted. "Tell me where you are. I'm coming to get you."

"John, no. You can't do that. You have a family and stuff."

Amelia walked into the office carrying an armload of charts. She stopped when she saw that John was on the phone and started to leave. John waved at her and motioned for her to sit down.

"Hannah, helping girls in trouble is my family. Just tell me where you are, sweetheart. I'll come and pick you up. At the very least, let me buy you some food and help you figure out what to do next."

"Oh, John," Hannah gushed, sobbing.

"It's okay, darling. I'm going to help you get through this."

"John, you're so... nice. I... I hate to ask for help, but..."

"Hannah, I gave you my number for a reason. I'm glad you called. I want to help you, honey. Now, where can I pick you up?"

John wrote down the address and then told Hannah he'd be there within the hour. When he hung up, he looked up at Amelia. He wasn't sure what to expect from her.

"Your little friend from the mall?" she asked.

Oh, fuck. She sounds pissed.

He and Penelope had told Amelia about their date and about how John had -- after Penelope's insistence -- had oral sex with Hannah in the dressing room. They also told her about how Hannah had encouraged John to fuck Penelope because she could tell how in love Penelope was with John and she could see that, like herself, Penelope wanted her Daddy to fuck her.

"She had sex with her dad," John began.

"And...?"

"And while he was wonderful and loving that night, the next day he freaked out on her and told her she's going to hell and kicked her out of the house."

"I see," Amelia said, setting the charts down on the desk and walking around to sit on the corner in front of John. "And what are you going to do about it, John?"

She can be so cold sometimes, John thought. That fucking British accent of hers can be really hot, but at times like this it's just... frigid.

John ran his fingers through his hair as he realized that he didn't have a plan. He took a deep breath and let it out with a heavy sigh. The it dawned on him.

"I'm going to take her to my house. Nobody is living there. It's paid for. She can stay as long as she needs, get back on her feet. She's got a job If she can just pay the utilities, it will be saving me money. Yeah. That's what I'm going to do."

Amelia cocked her head and raised an eyebrow as she studied John's face for a moment. Then she smiled.

"You're so giving," she crooned, and she reached out and touched his cheek.

"You're not mad?" John asked.

He felt like such a failure at the moment. After the botched attempt at S&M with Tansy yesterday and now hearing that encouraging Hannah to fuck her dad had gone disastrously, he didn't feel very confident.

"John, you reached out and opened your heart to a young woman in need. It's exactly the thing that I love most about you -- what makes you such a wonderful Daddy. No, I'm not mad. On the contrary, I'm extremely proud."

John reached up and held her hand against his cheek. He needed to hear that from her.

"Amelia," he breathed.

"I have a different idea, John," she began. "Why don't you bring her here?"

John was taken aback. He never would have thought of bringing someone to the Dollhouse.

"But she's eighteen. She couldn't be a client here."

"Exactly," Amelia said. "But she could be staff."

John cocked his head in confusion.

"Do you realize," Amelia began, "how much easier my life got when I hired you on? Not only the assistance with counseling, but the teaching and maintaining of this household. I've been thinking for sometime of trying to add one more staff member to help out around here. I had planned to offer a position to Becky once she ages out of our program, but why wait?

"It is quite rare to find someone in this world who would be willing to accept what we do here. It took Sharon months of fucking men, dressed as a little girl, before she found you. But you, John, you wander out of the house for a day and find a lovely young teenager who encouraged you to fuck a fourteen-year-old girl.

"John, we need to capitalize on this moment. Take today off, spend some time with Hannah. Mention the idea to her. If she's not horrified, then bring her by for an interview. If I like her as much as I like you... Well, you know how well my last hire turned out."

"Amelia," John said, shaking his head. "That's just... you're so... thank you!"

Amelia leaned in and kissed him.

"I love you, John. I love everything about you. You're so good at loving."

"But where will she stay? We don't have an extra bedroom. There's not..."

Amelia put her finger to John's lips to silence him.

"Let me and the girls worry about that, Darling. You go find Hannah, comfort her, and if you think she's willing to accept what we do here, then bring her home with you. If you get the sense that she wouldn't be comfortable here, then go with your original plan."

John smiled against Amelia's finger on his lips. He opened his mouth and sucked it in, scraping this teeth gently on the pad. Amelia slipped off the desk into John's lap, wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him.

"I love you," he sighed, brushing her cheek with the backs of his fingers.

"Go, Darling. Take care of your new little girlfriend. We'll be waiting."

---

John stepped into the diner and looked around. When Hannah saw him, she ran into his arms. He held her, pulling her tight little body against him, cradling her neck in his hand. Hannah pulled back a bit and looked up into John's face.

"I can't believe you came," she said.

John looked down into her big, brown eyes, brimming with tears, and his heart melted.

"I really want to kiss you right now," John said.

Oh, god, John. Rein it in. Don't scare her, he chided himself.

"But I don't want to... scare you or confuse you or..."

John's sentence was cut short by Hannah's mouth on his. They stood there in the middle of the diner, kissing, oblivious to everything else around him. Hannah's insides were like jelly. When they broke the kiss, John tucked a stray hair behind her ear.

"Do you want to eat here? I'm buying," he offered.

She shook her head.

"Okay, then let's get your things and get you someplace safe."

"Where...?" she began. Everything was a haze right now.

"Come on, let's talk in the car," John said, picking up her bags.

---

As John pulled slowly out of the parking lot and onto the main street, he noticed for the first time that under Hannah's peacoat she was wearing the dress and stocking he'd bought her.

"I love that dress on you," he said, reaching over and touching her thigh.

Hannah placed her hand on his, and for a moment John was worried that she was going to move it away, that he had been too forward, but she just held it there.

"I put it back on for you," she said quietly.

John squeezed her thigh.

"We need to talk about where we're going," John said, changing the subject before his libido overtook him and he broke his promise to Amelia to not fuck anyone outside of the Dollhouse.

"Okay," Hannah replied shyly.

"I have two options for you. One, I can take you to my house. I don't live there right now because I live at the place where I work. I'll give you my key, and you can stay there as long as you like. I haven't figured out what I'm doing with the place since I don't really need it anymore. If you want to just be alone and figure things out for yourself, it would be an excellent place for that. Or..."

He glanced over at Hannah who was looking at him expectantly.

"You could come back to work with me. It's where Penelope and I live. There are other girls there around Penelope's age. There's one girl almost your age -- Becky. She's seventeen. And Amelia, she's the... uh, House Mother, if you will."

"Is it some kind of shelter?" Hannah asked. She was trying to imagine what kind of work would have a bunch of teenage girls and just two adults.

John nodded.

"Yeah, it's... There's no good way to beat around the bush about this, so I'm just going to tell you."

John took a deep breath and let it out.

"We call it the Dollhouse. It's a therapeutic home for sexually abused girls. But... the therapy is very unorthodox in that... Amelia and I help the girls..." God, Amelia is so much better at putting this into words than I am.

"By having sex with them," Hannah said, finishing John's sentence.

"Yeah," he said, letting out a big sigh.

"Wow," she said, looking down at his hand on her thigh. "And I would live there and be your... client? Like Penelope?"

"No," John replied. "Well, I mean, yes, Penelope is a client there. Amelia and I... the girls call us Mommy and Daddy. We... God, I know this sounds so fucked up... You must think I'm some kind of horrible..."

"John, no," Hannah stopped him. "I told you before. You're so kind. You're not some kind of... pedophile. I knew you were going to have sex with Penelope, and... I thought about how I would have felt if you were my Daddy and I was fourteen. She wasn't scared of you. She's so in love with you. I... It's... I get it."

"I'm glad. But to answer your question. I'm not inviting you to become a client. I'm offering you a job, to help me and Amelia."

Hannah was silent for a moment.

"I understand if you're not interested. If you want to stay working at Cynthia's at the mall, or you just don't think you're ready for the kind of life we lead at the Dollhouse. Look, I'm offering you a place to stay, regardless, but... Amelia and I would like you to come and meet with us about working there. If you're interested. Which I hope you are because... Because I really like you Hannah, and I...."

John glanced over at the young woman sitting next to him. It was so hard to read her, to discern from the look on her face what was going on. She'd just been through so much with offering herself to her dad and then being rejected by him after sex.

"...I want to get to know you more."

Hannah looked down at John's hand on her knee. She intertwined her fingers with his and took a deep breath.

"I like you too," she said, and she looked up at him.

"God, I want to fuck you right now," John blurted out.

"Why don't you?" she asked, coyly.

John pulled over to the side of the road and turned off the car. He leaned over and kissed Hannah. She pulled his hand between her thighs and squeezed them together. He held the back of her head with his other hand, pulling her to him, slipping his fingers into her wavy, brown hair.

"I can't yet," he moaned.

"But you could... touch me again, right?" she asked quietly.

"Take off your panties," John responded, and he let go of her.

Hannah quickly reached up under her skirt and slipped her panties down her thighs. John reached between her legs, and she pulled her skirt up for him. The sight of her brown pubic hair covering the mound above her pussy elicited a groan from his lips, and then the scent of her arousal reached his nostrils. John slid his hand up her thigh.

"I never did get these stocking from you," he said, grazing his fingers up the sheer, black silkiness.

"They're yours now, and everything that is in them," she replied huskily.

He brought his hand up to lightly touch the hair surrounding her vulva.

"Hannah, if you... If you come live with me, you have to know that... I won't belong just to you. I have sex with... and really deep, romantic relationships with everyone in the Dollhouse."

Hannah's breath was ragged in her throat as she looked down at his hand between her thighs.

"Did you fuck Penelope?" she asked.

"Yes. I've fucked all the girls. Well, almost. And Amelia."

"And if I... live there..." she was gasping for air now. "...will you... fuck me too?"

"Yes."

"Oh," she whimpered.

"But you will have to share me."

"Okay," she replied.

Hannah reached down and took John's hand and pushed it down until his fingers were grazing her labia. John slipped his middle finger up and down between her folds.

"You're okay with sharing me?" he asked.

"Yes, John. Yes... Daddy," she whispered.

John pushed his middle finger into her vagina, amazed at the moisture that greeted his invasion.

"I want to be one of your little girls," she breathed.

John slowly fucked her pussy with his finger, sliding it in and out of her. He could feel that the hymen that had given him resistance before was no longer there.

"Are you sore?" he asked.

Hannah bit her lip and nodded her head.

"But don't stop," she said, and she pushed her pelvis up, engulfing his finger again.

John looked into her eyes as he continued to finger her cunt. He got his thumb wet between her folds and slid it over her clitoris, causing her to gasp and arch her back.

"John, I...." she gasped. "Oh, John!"

"My darling Hannah," he said.

"I think I'm... unh. John, I'm in love with you," she panted.

"Oh, Hannah. Sweet, beautiful darling," he crooned. "I fell in love with you the moment I saw you standing in that window display."

"Oh!" she gasped as he put pressure on her clit.

"I wanted you from the first second I laid eyes on you."

"John! Oh!"

"Cum for me again, Hannah. I want to feel your cum. Get my finger dripping wet with your juices, baby."

"Oh, Daddy," she cried, and she grabbed his head and pulled his mouth to hers.

John parted his lips and let her tongue assault his mouth. Her body was convulsing, her thighs squeezed together, trapping his hand, but he continued to rub her clitoris with his thumb.

"That's it, baby. Let it go. Let the pleasure wash over you."

"Oh my god! John! Yes!" she screamed.

Eventually, her body stopped its convulsing, and she looked up into his eyes.

"I want you to be my Daddy," she said. "Take me home."

---

John pulled the car into the driveway and shut off the ignition. Hannah looked out the windshield at the house as she pulled her panties back on and straightened her skirt.

"So this is the Dollhouse?" she asked.

"No. This is my old place," John said, unbuckling his seat belt.

"But I thought..." Hannah began. The look of panic on her face arrested John. "You don't want me to...?"

"No, Hannah. We're still going to the Dollhouse. I just need to get some things from her, and I thought you could look around. If things don't work out at the Dollhouse, you're still welcome to come back here."

Hannah let out a sigh.

"Come on. I'll give you the nickel tour," John said, kissing her hand before climbing out of the car.

Hannah looked around as she entered the quiet house. It was dark and silent, and she thought it felt lonely.

"How long have you been gone?" she asked.

"Uh, a week? I think. Maybe less. I've kind of lost track. I went in for an interview and wound up moving in that night. I've only been back once, the day after Penelope and I had sex after meeting you. I just need to get some clothes from the bedroom. Feel free to look around. Make yourself at home."

Hannah watched John disappear down the hall, and then she strolled around the living room. There were pictures on the mantle. She walked up to take a closer look. It was John and a woman. In one they were on the beach. In another they were in the mountains. There was a wedding picture too.

John came into the living room and draped an armful of clothes across the back of the couch.

"Is this Amelia?" Hannah asked.

"No," John chortled. "That's... that's my ex-wife."

"Oh," Hannah replied.

"She's pretty. Why did you...?"

John looked at Hannah.

"I'm sorry. It's none of my business. I shouldn't have..."

"It's okay, Hannah. I want us to get to know each other. You can ask me anything," John said, walking up to Hannah and taking her hands into his.

"Her name is Rachel. We've been divorced a few months, separated for almost a year. She left me because..." John walked over to the end table next to the couch and picked up a tattered folder. He handed it to Hannah, "...of this."

Hannah opened the folder. It was a manuscript. The title page read, "Erotic Stories by John Greene."

"She found out that I was writing dirty stories about... men who like to fuck little girls."

"Oh," Hannah breathed. "Wow."

"At the time, it was a way for me to deal with the fact that I am attracted to underage girls. I am a counselor, and for the past several years I had been working with sexually traumatized kids. Teens and preteens, mostly. I had trouble accepting the fact that I'm... that I feel..."

"You find them attractive -- sexually?" Hannah asked.

"Yeah. But I never touched any of my clients, ever. Or anyone for that matter. In fact, until I got divorced, my wife was the only woman I ever had any kind of sexual relationship with. But I always... yearned. So, I worked it out, coped with my feelings by writing."

"And she found out?"

"Yeah. She believed me that I had never done anything with my clients, but she recognized elements in my stories that came from situations at work, and that sickened her, I guess. And she left me."

"But you got the house?"

"The house was already mine before we married. She got the vacation house, though, and pretty much all the money."

"Wow," Hannah said. "Can I... I'd like to read this."

"Sure," John chuckled. "It's not very good. But it was fun to write. I have to get a few more things."

John went back to his bedroom and gathered up another armload of clothes, when he came back into the living room, the sound of the piano halted him. Hannah was sitting down, playing something hauntingly beautiful. John didn't recognize it, but despite the fact that his piano was badly out of tune, she made it sound wonderful.

"Wow," John gasped as he laid the clothes on the back of the couch.

Hannah jumped when she heard him.

"You can play really well," he said, stepping up behind her and laying his hand on her shoulder.

Hannah shrugged.

"I took a lot of lesson growing up. I like it. I used to sneak into the church at night and play after my dad went to bed."

"Church?" John asked.

"Dad's a preacher," Hannah replied, looking up at him.

"Ah," John replied, "that helps explain his reaction to the fact that he..."

"Yeah," Hannah said.

She stood up with tears in her eyes. John pulled her into his arms and held her.

"I know this hurts, baby," he said, petting her hair, "but it will get better. Trust me."

Hannah looked up at him.

"I do," she said, and she kissed him. "I trust you, John. I wouldn't be here in your arms right now if I didn't."

She laid her head against his chest, and they stood like that for some time.

"Your girls are so lucky," she said. "They have these big arms, and this strong, warm chest." She laid her hands on his pecks and looked up at him. "And those lips to kiss them."

"Us," John corrected. "To kiss us. You're coming home with me, remember?"

John took Hannah by the hand.

"Ready to meet the rest of my girls?" he asked.

Hannah nodded.

When John picked up the clothes, Hannah held out her arms to offer her assistance. John draped a stack of shirts and slacks across her, and he picked up the rest. He noticed that she still had his manuscript in her hand, and he smiled to himself.

---

John's phone buzzed in his pocket. He handed it to Hannah.

"That's probably Amelia. I texted her to let her know we're on our way. Would you read it to me?"

"Oh. Okay," Hannah replied, and then she read, "'Mommy has her fingers inside Madison's little twat right now. She wanted me to tell you that everything is ready. Jill is coming over as well.' Who is Jill?"

"I don't know," John replied. "Text her back and say, 'Who is this and who is Jill?"

The phone buzzed again.

"It says, 'This is your little slut Becky. Jill is the doctor who looks at our hoo-hahs. Did you let the new girl suck your cock yet?'"

John laughed.

Hannah read out while she texted back, "'Hi, Becky. This is the new girl, Hannah. I haven't sucked his cock yet, but I really want to.'"

John gasped, and tried to reach over and take the phone from Hannah, but she teasingly kept it from him.

"Becky writes back, 'Hey sistah' she spelled it with an 'H'. 'What are you waiting for? Daddy loves a good cocksucker.'"

"I can't believe you're getting to know Becky this way," John grumbled playfully.

"I like her," Hannah quipped. "She definitely sounds like a slut. Oh, she texted again. 'By the way, once Dr. Jill says your pussy is clean, I plan to lick you so hard you see stars. Penny says you're super pretty.' Awww. Is that Penelope? She thinks I'm pretty?"

John smiled. "Yeah, Penelope has quite the crush on you. I think that's a big part of why she wanted me to pleasure you at the store."

"Really?" Hannah asked. "That's so sweet. So do the girls... um, I mean do they...?"

"They have sex with each other, yes."

"Wow," Hannah gasped.

"Have you ever been with a girl before?" John asked.

"No. Other than kissing a few boyfriends, you were the first time I ever... and last night, I mean."

"You are in for a shock, then," John replied, smiling.

"So, could Penelope and I...?" she started to ask shyly.

"I imagine Penelope will want you in her bed tonight. Of course, so do I," John replied.

Hannah gaped at him.

"Listen, there are six girls. They have wildly different personalities. You'll get to know them, and I imagine you'll come to love them. Becky is definitely the most forward. She is my little slut, for sure. Penelope already likes you. Julie can be shy as can little Abby, the youngest. They are both virgins, by the way. Tansy may be standoffish at first, especially if Becky takes to you. They have some history. And Madison, my little Madison. I suspect she will take to you immediately."

Hannah looked at John admiringly.

"What?" he asked.

"You love them. You love them all so much. And you know them," she smiled.

"I do."

"What about Amelia? Should I call her Amelia? Or do I call her Mommy? That sounds weird. Amelia. I'll call her that. It's a pretty name. Amelia. I'm babbling, aren't I?"

John reached over and took Hannah's hand.

"Amelia is very... British. Her accent is incredibly sexy. As is her body. She's lithe and slinky. Everything about the way she moves and talks is just... dripping with sexuality sometimes. But she can also be very forthright and matter-of-fact which can make it seem like she's being cold. But she can also be very warm and loving. She's so pretty, and her mouth... sorry. I..."

"Wow," Hannah said. "You are so in love with her!"

John blushed. "Yeah. I really am."

"Will she like me?"

"I think so. I really do. You'll be afraid of her sometimes. But when she is warm, she is so very warm. And enticing."

"Will she... we...?"

"Will she fuck you? If you want. You're eighteen. You're both adults. If you consent and she consents, then you're two consenting adults. I would certainly love to watch when she does... take you."

Hannah blushed and pulled John's hand into her lap.

"So, what Becky said... about me sucking your dick. Can I do that? Are we allowed?"

"If you want. Do you?"

Hannah let go of his hand and reached over to touch the bulge in his pants.

"You're bigger than Dad," she said, squeezing his shaft gently.

"Did you suck your dad's cock last night?" John asked.

Hannah blushed scarlet. She tucked her hair behind her ear.

"I fondled him. But he was... anxious... to get inside of me. And I wanted him in me so bad."

"Did it hurt when he popped your cherry?" John asked.

Hannah shook her head, and John loved the way her locks shook about next to her cheeks. "Not much. It just felt... full. Kind of weird at first. But then I just wanted so much, you know?"

"Oh, I know," John breathed.

Hannah unzipped John's slacks slowly.

"You don't have to do this if you don't want to," John said quietly.

"John," she breathed. "I want to feel your cock in my mouth."

Hannah reached into his pants and clumsily worked until she freed his erection. She wrapped her fingers around his shaft and pumped slowly up and down, gazing at it admiringly.

"My god, it's beautiful," she whispered.

She leaned over and kissed the tip and giggled.

"It's wet. I didn't know guys get wet too."

"That's precum. It helps make things slicker when... ohhhhh."

John moaned as Hannah wrapped her lips around his head. He fought the urge to push down on her head, keeping his hands on the wheel.

"You feel wonderful, Hannah," he groaned.

Hannah sucked on his head like it was a lollypop. He could feel her tongue slipping out past her lips, licking his shaft. John grunted, and pushed his hips up, shoving his dick further into her teenage mouth. Hannah moaned and pulled back before pushing her head down to devour him again.

"Oh, that's it, baby," John moaned. "Suck it like it's a straw, like a popsicle that you don't want to drip. Oh fuck, yes, Hannah. Just like that. Just like... oh, Hannah."

John was hyperventilating. This was the first time he'd ever had roadhead. His eyes were blurry with the sensation building in his loins. He slowed down and kept to the right, trying not to kill them while she continued to suck his dick.

"Faster, baby. Oh, I'm getting close. Yeah, like that. Oh, shit, Hannah, you're a natural. Oh my god! Hannah! Oh fuck yes, Hannah! Hannah!"

John was gasping for breath as her mouth moved up and down on him. His eyes were burning, his cock was tingling. He grabbed a handful of Hannah's hair and began to fuck her mouth in earnest. He felt himself hit the back of her throat a few times, but she never pulled away, she just kept sucking.

"Oh FUCK!" John cried. "Hannah! HANNAH!" and he exploded.

His body tensed, and then he slumped back in his seat, panting. Hannah swallowed as he sprayed his jism into her mouth. The sensation of her mouth contracting around his sensitive head drove him crazy, and he pulled her by the hair until his dick slipped out of her mouth with a pop.

"Holy shit!" John cried out.

His dick continued to ooze in tiny spurts onto his slacks where it lay against him. Hannah lifted it up and sucked, more gently this time, savoring every drop of him, moaning as she drank him down.

"It got on your pants," she said, and she wiped it up with her finger and sucked it into her mouth.

"Hannah," he gasped again.

"Did I do good?" she asked flirtatiously.

"God, that was amazing," John panted.

Hannah bit her lip and smiled at him. Then she picked up his phone and started texting.

"'Dear Becky. Daddy's cum is hot and delicious. Love, Hannah.'," she read.

The phone buzzed, and Hannah read out, "'You slut! I can't wait to kiss you and taste Daddy's cum on your lips. I'm going to eat your pussy and make you cum you dirty little bitch.'"

Hannah smiled and looked over at John with a twinkle in her eye.

---

John and Hannah were assaulted by a wall of giddy girls when they walked in the door. Penelope threw her arms around Hannah's neck, surprising her until she realized who it was. Then Hannah hugged her back.

Becky sidled up next to John and tossed her hair back saying, "Did you enjoy her mouth, Daddy?"

John pulled Becky into his arms and kissed her.

"Thank you for goading her on, Becky, my little slut," he said.

Penelope held Hannah's hand as John introduced her to all the girls. He introduced Becky last, and she walked up to Hannah and wrapped her arms around the eighteen-year-old's neck and kissed her. Becky moaned as she shoved her tongue into Hannah's mouth. When Becky broke the kiss, she looked Hannah in the eye.

"Mmm, you taste like cum," she said with a wink.

"Let's give our guest some breathing room, shall we," Amelia said, coming into the living room from her office.

She walked up to Hannah and looked her up and down before offering her hand.

"I'm Amelia Pritchett, the head therapist at the Dollhouse. Welcome, Hannah. John and Penelope have told us a lot about you. I'm sure you have lots of questions, but first and foremost, I want you to know that you are truly welcome here."

Hannah clutched her free hand to her heart.

"Thank you, Amelia," she said, and then she sobbed and threw her arms around Amelia's neck.

John watched as the prim and proper melted away from Amelia's business-like demeanor, and she warmed to the girl. She wrapped one arm around Hannah's waist and cradled the back of her head with the other.

"Oh, you poor, dear," Amelia crooned. "I know you've had quite an ordeal. Please, come sit down."

Amelia led Hannah over to the couch in the living room.

"Madison, would you be so kind as to get Hannah a drink. What would you like, dear?" Amelia prompted.

"Water, please. Or tea. Do you have tea?"

"I'm British, darling. Of course we have tea," Amelia said, sitting down next to Hannah and placing a hand on the girl's knee.

Madison disappeared into the kitchen with Abby at her heels. The other girls sat down in various places around the room. Hannah looked around, taking them all in.

"Cool uniforms," she said, gazing at Tansy's legs folded under her ass where she knelt in the chair next to the couch.

Amelia chuckled. "Those are for John's benefit. We used to wear regular street clothes until we found out that we had a potential Daddy coming. Our benefactor thought it would be a nice addition to our house if the girls all looked... uniform and, of course, sexy as little girls."

"Yeah," Hannah blurted, staring at Tansy.

Tansy blushed, but then she bit her lip and squirmed around, showing more of her long, tan legs to Hannah.

"So you find them sexy?" Amelia asked.

Hannah gulped and nodded.

"Excellent. So do I. And judging from the tent John always has in his pants, I'm sure he does as well."

"Will I wear a uniform?" Hannah asked, turning to Amelia.

"I would like to talk to you, Hannah, about an opening we have in our staff. We don't have to discuss things tonight. You should just relax. John offered you a sort of sanctuary here, and I extend that offer. Our home is your home for tonight. Tomorrow we can discuss your future here, if you like."

Hannah nodded, and Amelia tucked Hannah's hair behind her ear.

"You're very pretty, my dear," Amelia told her. "I can see how you stole John's heart so easily. And you look absolutely stunning in that dress."

Hannah smiled and smoothed her skirt. She looked over at John.

"John bought it for me... to wear while I..." Hannah began, but she choked on the words.

Amelia laid her hand over Hannah's

"What's done is done, dear. Let's not dwell on the past, shall we"

Madison walked in, carrying a tray with a cup and saucer, a pitcher with milk, and a bowl of sugar cubes. She set it down on the coffee table in front of the couch. Amelia thanked her and Abby and offered the cup and saucer to Hannah.

"Cream and sugar?" she asked.

"I've never tried it that way. Is that how you drink it, Amelia?"

"Yes, you must try it," she said, and she poured in a dollop of cream and dropped two cubes of sugar in before stirring it deftly with the little spoon.

Hannah took the cup and saucer from Amelia and sipped and smiled.

"There's nothing in the world that can't be made better with a spot of tea," Amelia said, placing a hand on Hannah's thigh. "Now, let's get to know each other, shall we? Tell me all about yourself."