Chapter 9

The brother’s eyes turned to Lisa in surprise. The cool air from the air conditioning compared to the suffocating heat of the outside had made Lisa’s nipples harden and stand out, poking provocatively through the lightweight cotton of her dress. The brothers clearly noticed them as they looked her up and down. Her offering to be the bonus payment was so patently ridiculous they didn’t even speak for a few seconds until Peter broke the silence. “Is that true?”

“Yes,” Lisa said in a whisper.

“Please, sit.” He pointed at a chair. “Would you like a drink while we sort out a few small details? Then we can get down to pleasure.”

As though she were at some genteel cocktail party, Lisa accepted a glass of surprisingly good white wine and went to sit on the chair in the corner. It was low slung, and she almost fell into it, causing the hem of her scarlet dress to ride high up her thighs. Both Craig and Peter noticed and were impressed by the sight.

Shutting herself off, Lisa’s mind drifted while the meeting seemed to go on longer than would appear necessary. She was certain ‘the man’ was drawing it out simply to prolong her agony.

Standing up, Lisa said, “If you don’t mind I need the bathroom, and when is this meeting going to finish.”

“Eager to get to work?” ‘the man’ taunted her. “But we’re just about done here, so I’ll say good night and have fun Mrs King. I’m certain I can count on you to ensure my friends have some enjoyable memories to look back on after tonight.”

“I’m sure we will have lots of fun, won’t we Mrs King,” Craig replied, not unpleasantly.

“Would one of you be willing to give Mrs King a lift home in the morning, when you’ve finished with her services.”

The morning! Lisa had thought she’d only have to spend an hour or two at the most with them. Wasn’t that what whore’s were booked out for. But the whole night.

After using the bathroom and returning to the room Lisa readied herself for what she was going to do. She faced the brothers standing square on to them, took hold of the hem of her dress and pulled it over her head. Holding it to the side she dropped it to the floor.

She was completely naked underneath. The brothers stared in open-mouthed admiration at her. ‘The man’ who had delivered her to them had been correct, her breasts had increased slightly in size. They had lost none of their original firmness or shape and didn’t sag. They were slightly fuller but they still resembled the breasts of a young teenager. Her nipples were standing out, emphasised as Lisa had touched them up with a hint of lipstick.

The slit of her pussy was easy to see as she was shaved bare. Her long legs were made even better to look at by the four-inch heels she was wearing that tightened her calves and thighs.

Conscious of what she was doing, Lisa had determined the one thing she wasn’t going through again was the humiliation of stripping. She would never do that again. Nor would she allow them to undress her, somehow that would be too intimate an act.