Chapter 2

The days that followed were a whirlwind of preparation. Jelinda’s girls were to arrive any day now, and Shaquira had made it clear that she would not accept anyone less than perfection. The apartment was cleaned, the bedroom prepared as if for royalty. Yet, beneath the surface, there was a tension that neither of them could ignore. The reality of what they had agreed to was beginning to sink in.

When the knock finally came, Killion felt his stomach drop. He opened the door to find Jelinda standing there, a smug look on her face, flanked by three of the most beautiful women he had ever seen. Mrs. Madeleine Marsh was a statuesque blonde with curves that could make a saint swear, Miss Charlotte Parker a brunette with eyes that sparkled like emeralds, and Mrs. Caitlin Leonard, a redhead with a smile that could melt the coldest heart. Each of them was dressed to the nines, their makeup flawless, their expressions a blend of submission and anticipation.

Shaquira emerged from the kitchen, wiping her hands on a towel, her eyes widening as she took in the trio. She walked over to Jelinda, her posture proud despite the fear that had taken root in her heart. “These are the ones? Where’s other?” she asked, her voice calm and even.

Jelinda waved a dismissive hand. “These are the ones, dear,” she said, her voice like a serpent’s hiss. “My men still try to find the other. But these are the finest of my collection. They’ll do everything you ask, and more.” She looked at Killion, her gaze predatory. “Everything.”

Shaquira stepped forward, her eyes never leaving Jelinda’s. “I need to make sure they’re suitable,” she said, her voice firm. “I don’t want any surprises.”

Jelinda’s smile was like a shark’s, all teeth and no warmth. “By all means,” she said, gesturing to the women. “They’re yours to inspect.”

Mrs. Madeleine, Miss Charlotte, and Mrs. Caitlin obeyed without question, their eyes downcast as they began to strip off their clothes. The sound of fabric slipping and shoes dropping was the only noise in the room, punctuated by the occasional clink of jewelry. Shaquira felt a strange mix of pity and excitement as she watched them, each movement revealing more of their flawless, sculpted bodies.

With Jelinda’s help, Shaquira began her inspection. The old woman’s touch was surprisingly gentle as she parted the folds of each woman’s sex, showing Shaquira their most intimate secrets. Madeleine’s pussy was trimmed neatly, her skin as smooth as silk. Charlotte’s was a darker hue, but equally enticing, with a small piercing that glinted in the light. Caitlin had a natural bush, fiery red and inviting.

Their eyes never met as they worked, their actions a silent dance of power and submission. The women didn’t flinch or protest, their bodies moving in response to Jelinda’s instructions with a practiced ease that spoke of countless such inspections. Shaquira felt a strange thrill at the sight of their nakedness, their vulnerability laid bare before her. It was intoxicating, this power to determine their fate with a single nod or flick of the wrist.

Mrs. Madeleine was first, her blonde hair cascading over her shoulders as she bent over the couch, presenting herself. Jelinda’s hand was swift, parting her ass cheek to reveal a pussy that was as pale as the rest of her. It was a stark contrast to the rest of her tanned body, and Shaquira couldn’t help but feel a flicker of desire as she took in the sight. She reached out, her own hand shaking slightly, and touched the soft mound of flesh. It was warm, and she could feel the woman’s arousal, her body betraying her despite the coldness in the room.

Jelinda leaned in, her breath hot against Shaquira’s ear. “This one’s a real prize,” she murmured, her voice thick with satisfaction. “Thirty-four, two kids, but you’d never know it to look at her. She’s got the tightest pussy in the city. Brings in the high rollers like you wouldn’t believe.”

Shaquira’s hand hovered over Mrs. Madeleine’s pussy, the woman’s blonde hair spilling over the couch like a golden waterfall. She forced herself to focus on the task at hand, her fingertips lightly brushing against the softness. Mrs. Madeleine didn’t flinch, her eyes downcast, a silent testament to the years of training she had endured under Jelinda’s watchful gaze.

Miss Charlotte was next, her brunette hair cascading down her back as she knelt before them. The piercing in her clit glinted in the light, and Shaquira felt a strange curiosity stir within her. She had never seen such a thing before, and the idea of playing with it was both intriguing and intimidating. Jelinda noticed her interest and smirked. “It adds a little ... something extra,” she said, her voice dripping with innuendo.

Mrs. Caitlin was last, her fiery mane framing a face that was a canvas of freckles and innocence lost. Her pussy was a stark contrast to the others, a wild tangle of red curls that matched the hair on her head. Jelinda parted them with a cruel twist of her wrist, exposing the plump pinkness beneath. “This one’s a virgin,” she said, her eyes gleaming. “Or at least she was when I bought her. I figured it might add to the ... excitement.”

Shaquira’s eyes widened, and she felt a sudden surge of protectiveness for the trembling redhead. “Virgin?” she repeated, her voice barely a whisper.

Jelinda nodded, her eyes glinting with malicious satisfaction. “Yes, dear. I knew you’d appreciate the novelty.” She stepped back and gestured to Mrs. Caitlin. “Now, bend over and show Mrs. Perry what you’re hiding,” she ordered, her voice like a whip crack.

Mrs. Caitlin’s cheeks flushed a deeper shade of crimson as she obeyed, her slender body bending over the arm of the chair with an elegant grace that belied her current role. Jelinda’s hand was rough as she grabbed the redhead’s hips, forcing them apart to expose the tight, untouched entrance between her ass cheeks. The room grew hotter as the silence stretched, and Shaquira felt her throat go dry.