Misc. Erotica Ensnaring Lilly

IN THIS CHAPTER: Lilly prepares for the evening event but must politely ask for Sebastian's departure from the kitchen. Sebastian informs Lilly he plans to fuck his wife. Finally ready for the evening, Lilly travels to the Tallenger estate and is in awe at the wealth her client has amassed. Lilly meets Rebecca Tallenger and is cowed by her client's dominating personality. Desperate for money and deeply in debt, Lilly submits to her client's unorthodox demands.

Lilly stood in front of the mirror and appraised herself. The maid uniform clung tightly to her body again; her breasts held precariously in place by the tiny cups of the corset. Lower, the straps of the garter belt and lacy tops of the black silk nylons were clearly visible below the sinfully short skirt, which would have displayed her girl-part had the uniform not included a white ruffled petticoat. The startlingly tall heels were uncomfortable but she couldn't deny how well they accentuated her long legs. Working in them would be unpleasant, but she would get through it. Everything was in place. Tying the eyelet cotton apron around her waist, she took a cleansing breath.

Following their love making this morning, Sebastian had spent a little time helping her in the kitchen. She appreciated the effort but he was more of a burden than she let on. He was unskilled and untrained and while he worked diligently, he was also a little clumsy. When he dropped a second steel mixing bowl, she gave him a kiss and kindly asked him to leave. "I love that you want to help me, sweetie, but I can work faster alone."

"Are you sure?"

"Completely."

He looked dejected while fiddling with the drawstring of the yellow cotton short-shorts she wore. She smiled and said, "Honestly, your hands are far more skilled at playing with her than they are in the kitchen."

Tugging the bow, the shorts slid down her hips. The rise of her mons and the top half of her narrow pubic hedgerow popped into view. Pulling the front of the shorts away from her tummy, he looked down and admitted, "I like that hot box better than this one." He waved to the space around them.

"I know you do. And I love that about you." She gently pushed his hand away, which was now sliding down the front of her pants. He sighed while she pulled the shorts back up and re-tied the string. "But this hot box is closed for the moment. You gave her a yummy breakfast and she's completely full." This was evident by the little dark spot on the crotch of the snug-fitting shorts. His sperm had been slowly weeping from Claire's distended lips as they got the kitchen going. "I have to get ready for this evening."

Pouting, he kissed the tip of her nose then pecked her on the lips. "I'm happy to come by later tonight when you get home. I want to hear all about it. Maybe give her dinner as well."

Lilly shook her head. "I think it's going to be a late night. I have to stay until Rebecca dismisses me. Besides, you have Jennifer this weekend. You need to spend time with your daughter."

Sebastian shared custody of his daughter with his wife, Tina. It was an interesting arrangement because they were separated, but they had no intention of divorcing. There were financial considerations, including a couple of homes, some investment properties in Western Europe and Asia, and a co-owned restaurant supply business. The latter was how Lilly met him.

Divorcing would place everything they had in a prolonged state of limbo while the details were worked out and neither wanted to put themselves or their child through the mess. Both parents had their own lives and their daughter was the sun to their family's solar system. Lilly appreciated their devotion to Jennifer, but she also knew of the ongoing sexual relationship Seb and Tina shared with each other.

"Since you're going to be busy," he said, "Tina asked me if the three of us could go to dinner tonight."

"I think that would be nice. You know there's that new Thai place down on the lake. You guys should try it."

"You don't mind?"

"No, of course not. I'm sure it will be a lovely evening."

He grinned but didn't look her in the eye. "I am going to ask Tina back to my place. Jennifer likes it when we spend time together as a traditional family." He posted air quotes around 'traditional.'

"That sounds very nice."

"But you know how it is when you're 18. Parents are boring. Jen's already told me she's going out to the club with her friends after she tucks the old people into bed."

This was Seb's way of telling Lilly that since she was unavailable, he would be fucking Tina this evening. While she appreciated his honesty, Lilly wasn't jealous of the situation. That was an emotion she had worked through with the Vatspalts years ago. "Honey, you don't have to be so sheepish about it. You know I don't mind. With Jennifer out for the evening, you and Tina can have some fun."

"Are you sure?"

"Completely. Besides, I don't blame you. Tina is the woman you married. It's only natural to have physical feelings for someone you love...or loved at one time. Plus, she has the added benefit of being fucking gorgeous."

Claire stirred.

Lilly had met Sebastian's wife and the woman was beyond attractive. She was a mix of Eastern European and Italian and there may have been some Greek or Egyptian thrown in there for good measure. Whatever her ingredients, Tina's beauty was undeniable.

"You're the best, honey," he said, his eyes bright and a silly grin plastered on his handsome face. He looked like a little boy on Christmas morning who was getting everything he wanted.

Flipping her hair, she joked, "Oh, I know. I know!" Putting her arms around his neck, she got serious. "Enjoy yourself, Seb. Enjoy each other. I really don't mind." She imagined Tina astride her husband; her smooth olive skin shiny with perspiration, her fulsome breasts bouncing in synchrony with her hips. She had never seen them, but Lilly guessed that Tina had brown nipples surrounded by mocha coronas. She saw Tina leaning forward slightly, her hands flat on Sebastian's chest so she could more easily drive down on him with her hips; envisioned Seb's lovely cock slicing through Tina's rivened pink fruit. Tina's silky black hair was gently swaying across her back as she moved atop him.

Sebastian was a very skilled lover and his partner's pleasure was always the priority. That alone made him a standout from most men. Added to this was the fact that the man's cock was also an enjoyable ride. It all coalesced to Lilly harboring no ill will towards Tina taking a turn.

Over the shorts, Seb ran a finger into the crease created by Claire's billows and pressed gently into the wet spot. He said, "Okay, Thank you." He lightly squeezed her unrestrained boobs over the cropped American Girl tank top she wore, playfully plucking her nipples to attention before pulling her into a warm hug.

He nuzzled into her neck and started nibbling. She felt the hardness against Claire and lightly pushed away. "Now, don't get yourself all worked up, Seb. It's not happening."

"Boooo!" He laughed and ran a hand through his hair, tugging the watch cap on his head. "Call me tomorrow."

"I will."

Looking over the messy kitchen, he said, "I think Rebecca's guests are going to enjoy your food."

Lilly smiled. "Thank you. I hope so."

"And in that maid's uniform she's forcing you to wear, they're also going to enjoy your body as well."

Considering, Lilly said, "Hopefully they will find their meals more interesting than the help serving them."

"Lilly, your tits are practically falling out of that thing. And don't pretend those people won't be able to see your pussy every time you bend over."

She was well aware of what was on display. "I'll bend at the knees to keep things modest."

Seb's grin was wicked. "I kind of like knowing other people will be able to see what I get to be inside of." He rubbed his nose as he looked over her body and then around at the kitchen. Furrowing his brow, he said, "You're leveraged to the hilt on this business of yours. Teasing a little may get you more clients."

Lilly nodded. "I think I know what you mean, honey."

"All I'm saying is, don't be afraid to show her off every now and again. But..."

"Use her power sparingly?"

"Exactly!"

She winked at him. "Got it." For all of his concern for her success, Lilly wasn't stupid. She also knew it was a big turn-on for Sebastian when she put Claire on display for others to enjoy.

"If only they knew what a good girl she was," he said.

"Get going, Seb. I have to get back to work."

"Oink, oink."

"Sex pig!"

And then he ducked out the door, closing it softly behind him as he left.

Turning back to the kitchen, Lilly sighed. The work in front of her was mountainous and it all had to go perfectly. Seb knew vaguely about the debt she was in. He was in the professional kitchen supply business. He knew what it took financially to make a room even as small as this one work right and part of that debt was owed to him.

When they started dating, she had made it very clear to him that she intended to pay him back. "And that payment doesn't come from between my legs," she said. He understood and their relationship wasn't built on that debt. He never offered to reduce the money she owed simply because they were sleeping together.

What he didn't know was that the catering jobs she'd earned weren't really covering what she owed. She knew it would be tight, she just didn't know it would be this tight. There had been two months when she was in the black, but it was only by a few hundred dollars and all of that money went into her living expenses.

Every other month had been in the red and to make ends meet, she'd cut back on purchasing anything but essential items for living. Everything else went back into the business, paying rent and groceries. The cabinets were actually getting sparse and she'd stopped buying meat altogether, substituting her protein with cheaper alternatives like beans. Although she didn't tell Sebastian, one of the reasons she tried to spend more time at his house was because he fed her. This made her feel bad; as if she were a freeloader.

She couldn't remember the last time she'd purchased new clothes and what she did have was starting to look a little tired. She had discontinued all of her streaming services and had removed some of the lightbulbs around the apartment to cut back on her electricity use. She canceled her personal insurance and even let the insurance on the business lapse. If something really serious happened, like her part-time help was injured on the job or there was a kitchen fire, she would be in deep shit. The little van was practically held together with duct tape and baling wire.

Her nose was above water...barely. Everything else was drowning and she was paddling furiously.

If it all went to hell and she had to declare bankruptcy it would be ruinous. Her credit would be obliterated and there would be no way she could survive on her own. She would not burden herself on Sebastian. She really liked him; hell, there were parts of their relationship she loved. But in her heart, she knew he wasn't The One. Although she preferred older men, at 48, she knew he was probably just a little too old for her. And she couldn't imagine what her parents would say when she introduced him as her boyfriend. Her father was just 50 and her mother 46. Sebastian was, literally, old enough to be her dad.

There would be no choice but to move back home to California and admit defeat to her parents. That was completely unacceptable. While she was at least on speaking terms with them, it was a tenuous relationship at best. Living under their strict, very conservative, rules, even as an adult, would be unbearable. But deeper than all of that, was her own self-drive. She believed in herself and getting the business up and running was proof of that belief.

The importance of this evening, and the potential long-term business it promised, could not be understated. "I can do this," she whispered to the empty kitchen.

Tonight, with her long brunette hair pulled into an efficient bun, wisps of it framed her face. Pale pink blush accentuated her high cheekbones. Her full lips were downplayed this evening with a translucent lip gloss that allowed their natural pinkness to show. Her large green eyes looked darker than usual, intent and focused upon making a good impression. They were surrounded by mocha eyeliner and topped with darker-hued eyeshadow. She had powdered over the light dusting of freckles that fell across the bridge of her nose so as to appear a bit older and more sophisticated.

It was an hour drive up the rolling hills out of Lucerne, and locating the Tallenger estate wasn't difficult. It was huge, sprawling over hundreds of acres of prime lakefront property. And it was very private. A massive wall surrounded the grounds, and for all Lilly could tell, there was only one main gate. The sheer size of the property meant that what few neighbors there were up here were at least a mile away. Lilly approached the gate and rang the buzzer. There were no words exchanged, she simply looked up into a video camera and after a moment the gate swung open.

She pulled the sputtering catering van around to the side entrance near the kitchen as the client had directed. She had no sooner knocked when Rebecca Tallenger swung open the door. Wearing only a very short lavender silk robe tied loosely at the waist, Lilly was astonished at the woman's height.

In her heels this evening, Lilly stood a little over six feet tall. Rebecca's feet were bare and they were looking eye-to-eye. Had Lilly not been in heels, her client would have towered over her by three or four inches.

That height carried with it an air of power and confidence. Strength practically oozed from the woman's poures. She stood rigid-straight, her broad shoulders back, feet slightly apart in a power stance. Curvy hips sat atop strong, sculpted legs. Her ice-blue eyes were piercing. She had a small nose, high cheeks and good facial bone structure. Lilly guessed her client was of Russian or Scandinavian or German heritage; someplace where they grew women bigger.

The hard points of her client's nipples were obvious beneath the flimsy fabric. They stood atop two impressively sized orbs that looked firm and appeared to have no natural sag. The deep V created by the robe revealed a flat stomach with noticeable abdominal muscles. Her long red hair was wet from showering. She was the strongest looking woman Lilly could ever recall meeting.

The client caressed Lilly from head to foot with her eyes and she made no attempt to hide it. "You look wonderful, dear," she said. Rebecca's voice was smooth and full. If she had an accent, Lilly couldn't hear it. Her tone was rich, as if Rebecca was a professional voice actor paid to sell things like cosmetics, luxury vacations and expensive sports cars.

Lilly curtsied. "Thank you."

"I see the uniform fits."

"Perfectly."

"Excellent." The woman stepped aside, allowing Lilly to enter. "I trust you found the undergarment acceptable."

This gave Lilly pause. As Rebecca had provided the uniform, she obviously knew about the crotchless lace panties. Asking about them seemed a bit invasive. She finally said, "Yes, they fit."

Rebecca didn't say anything. She just looked at Lilly with an even, calculating gaze. The silence was long enough that Lilly eventually cleared her throat. "Is there anything else, ma'am?"

"Yes, there is, Lilly." The woman turned and walked into the house. Lilly followed, watching Rebecca's firm bottom sashay as they made their way to the kitchen. It looked like you could bounce a quarter off the woman's ass.

The kitchen made her tiny shop look silly and insignificant. Gleaming stainless steel appliances and counters formed a giant U dominated by a wide stainless steel island in the middle of the room. Industrial-grade plumbing fixtures hung from the ceiling directly over the vegetable sink at the end of the island. Another hanging faucet resided over the giant main sink along one wall. Opposite that were two huge built-in refrigerators flanked on either side by gorgeous custom wood and stainless steel cabinets. Double professional-style stoves lurked along the far wall, crowned by a massive stainless steel vent hood. It would be a pleasure working here.

"I trust you'll find this satisfactory."

"Yes. It's beautiful."

"You were right on time. I appreciate punctuality."

"Thank you."

"Graduating with honors from the Lucerne School of Culinary Arts is an accomplishment. And it's expensive. Did you have help from your parents?" Rebecca cocked an eyebrow. "A rich uncle? Some man you're fucking for his money?"

Sebastian's face popped into her mind. Lilly blinked and shook her head. It was an incredibly rude thing to say. She put a slight edge to her response. "I paid for it on my own. My parents don't earn a lot of money."

"That's impressive. So you paid for your shop as well? All on your own?"

"Yes." There was no need to tell her of Sebastian's financial contribution.

"You're very clearly a driven young woman. An independent thinker."

Lilly stood up straighter. The compliment was inspiring. Smiling, she said, "I like to think so, yes."

Rebecca's face went hard. "I want to be very clear, Lilly. You can put those independent thoughts away while you spend time with me. What I say goes and my expectation is that you will obey without question. Is that understood?" The tone in her client's voice was clipped and chiseled.

"Yes, ma'am. I understand." Lilly bowed her head to show her acquiescence.

"We'll see about that."

"Miss Tallenger, trust me when I say I understand obedience. You have hired me to prepare a meal for your guests and to serve them throughout this evening. I plan to do that to the very best of my ability."

"I will determine if your best is good enough. And I will tell my guests if I think you were good enough."

Lilly was quickly realizing tonight's job would be a demanding, potentially demeaning, experience. Pushing down her instinct to stand up for herself, she said, "Yes, ma'am."

"Not ma'am, Lilly. I'm 38 years old, not some ancient relic from the Middle Ages." Lilly broke eye contact and looked to the floor. She didn't know what to say. "And this isn't America. You won't use some ridiculous verbal contraction when you address me. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

"You will address me as Mistress. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes...Mistress."

"I'm paying you a lot of fucking money to be here. Please don't disappoint me."

"I won't."

"Lift your skirt."

The command was a complete non-sequitur. "What did you say?"

Rebecca's voice went up and she stood stone still, clenching her large hands into fists. "You damn well heard what I told you to do. But let me repeat it all the same. Perhaps you have a hearing impairment. I told you to lift your skirt."

Lilly was still processing the request when Rebecca grabbed her by the arm, turned and marched her toward the door. As Rebecca fast-stepped, she said, "How about you just turn around and walk right out the door. You can keep that slutty uniform and I'll keep my hard-earned money."

Lilly's heart leapt to her throat. How had it all gone so wrong so quickly? She desperately needed the money. Keeping up with her client, Lilly begged. "Wait, please wait, Mistress. I'm sorry." She leaned back, pulling against Rebecca's forward motion. "You just surprised me. That was all."

"Too late, you stuck up little bitch. You had your chance. Your night is over."

They were at the door and Rebecca was pulling it open. "Please don't do this," Lilly pleaded. She started to whimper, then snivel. If word of her dismissal from this job got out, it was very possible Lilly's business would shrivel up like a raisin. "I'll do what you asked. Please don't fire me. I'll do...I'll do anything!"

Lilly felt Rebecca's grip loosen. The smallest grin crept up at the corners of the woman's mouth. "Now I feel like we are getting somewhere. What did I tell you to do?"

Sniffling, Lilly said, "You told me to lift my skirt."

"What are you going to do?"

Looking to the floor, Lilly said, "I'm going to lift my skirt."

"MISTRESS!" Rebecca yelled.

Lilly jumped back, startled and completely cowed. "I'm going to lift my skirt, Mistress!" She started to cry. She didn't want to, the tears just sprang forth.

Rebecca turned and headed back to the kitchen. "Don't cry, Lilly. It makes you look like a little girl. It's beneath you."

Lilly chased after her client, wiping the tears as she went. While certainly an odd demand, the client had noted she was to wear the provided uniform. It made sense that Rebecca would want to confirm that her employee was adhering to this evening's requirements. "Miss...Mistress. I understand. You just surprised me."

They had returned to the kitchen and Rebecca turned toward Lilly. "Then stop talking and do what I told you."

"Yes, Mistress." Lilly closed her eyes and pulled the skirt up to reveal Claire and the red lace that surrounded her billows. Her cheeks burned crimson.

"Stand with your feet apart."

Lilly's heart was hammering but she did as she was told.

"Wider."

"Yes, Mistress."

Rebecca said, "You were right, they fit perfectly." She bent closer, her face only a few inches from Claire. "I do not permit pubic hair on my pets. It was noted in the contract. I'm starting to question my decision to hire you."

"Yes, Mistress. I'm sorry." Lilly knew she was about to be fired again and thought quickly, telling a half-truth. "My boyfriend prefers I have some pubic hair." This was true. The first time Sebastian had gone down on Claire he danced his fingers over her smoothly shorn mons and commented, "I like a little landing strip." Lilly preferred Claire to be bald but had grown the hedgerow for him. He deserved it for how well he treated her special place. "Otherwise I would have shaved it off." This was a lie. She had not read very far into the contract. If there was a clause regarding the removal of her pubic hair, she never saw it.

"I could care less about your boyfriend, Lilly. I'm not paying your boyfriend, am I?"

"No, Mistress."

"Who do you belong to when you're employed by me?"

"You...you, Mistress. I am very sorry."

"If we weren't pressed for time, I'd strap you down and shave you myself." Rebecca bent lower, looking up at Lilly's special place. "At least your cunt lips aren't hairy."

"Yes, Mistress." Did the client just call her 'Pet'?

"Do you wax or shave?"

"I, um, I do both."

"What does that mean?"

"I have an appointment once every two weeks for a wax. I shave in between."

"Daily?"

"Yes, Mistress, daily." Rebecca touched Claire. It was little more than a soft caress across the billows. A moan escaped her lips and Lilly noticeably quivered;

"Stand still, young lady."

"Yes, Mistress." But it was difficult to obey. Rebecca was waking Claire up. Lilly instantly understood that Rebecca knew how to touch another woman's pussy.

"Your waxing appointment was this week, wasn't it?"

"Yes, Mistress. It was yesterday."

"Your technician is very capable. You're appropriately smooth."

"Thank you, Mistress." Lilly was bolstered by the praise.

"Turn around."

Lilly didn't say anything as she turned her back to her client. She stood silently for nearly a minute while Rebecca looked at her ass.

"Legs further apart and bend over."

Lilly obeyed, bending nearly in half, fearful she'd be fired if Rebecca didn't like what she saw.

"Open your ass cheeks."

Humiliation and embarrassment started to seep into her emotions. Biting her lip, Lilly said nothing as she took hold of her bottom and pulled her cheeks apart. She felt completely exposed.

"That's my good girl."

It was a small compliment but Lilly clung to it desperately. Pleasing Rebecca was suddenly paramount. She realized she really meant it when she said she'd do anything. Maybe she could save her job if she was a good girl.

After a few moments, "It's very pink. Has it been bleached?"

"No. No, Mistress." It was the truth.

Then Lilly hitched because Rebecca was lightly tracing her finger around the puckered ridges.

"Relax your muscles, Lilly, and pull your cheeks further apart. Use your fingers to open it."

"Yes, Mistress." Lilly forced herself to relax her thighs and bottom, recalling her training from the Vatspalts. Digging her index fingers into the tightness, her butthole opened as she pulled. There was a little more pressure now as Rebecca pressed the tip of her finger to the center of the star.

Lilly whimpered.

"And it's quite small. Have you ever had anal sex?"

This woman was awful. Lilly sniffled and her eyes brimmed with tears. She felt violated but also compelled to answer. Fifteen thousand dollars was on the line. She suddenly felt dirty. What entitled this woman to know such a personal thing? In a clenched whisper, she lied through her teeth. "No."

"Hmm."

Lilly started when she felt Rebecca's finger push a little deeper. It had been five years since her butthole had been penetrated, which was none of her client's business.

"I told you to stay still."

"Yes, Mistress." In her bent position, the ill-fitting cups of the corset were unable to contain her flesh and her tits finally slipped from their grasp. Lilly mewed and wanted nothing more than to tuck them away. Preventing this was the fact that her hands were currently occupied with holding her buttcheeks open so a complete stranger could finger her asshole. As her tits dangled against her chin, the cool air in the kitchen turned her nipples to hardened points.

"I think you aren't telling me the truth."

She thought back to the last six months with her second family. Her bottom had been a favorite plaything and during her trip to Napa, there were too many men to count. "I'm telling the truth, Mistress."

"Most girls your age have a virgin asshole but with you, Lilly, I'm not so sure."

"Yes, Mistress. I'm sorry." The probing continued.

"Why are you apologizing?"

"I'm apologizing because you don't believe me, Mistress."

"I have ways of discovering the truth, Lilly. If...no, when...I discover you've been lying to me, you will be a sorry girl."

Lilly couldn't determine how Rebecca would ever discover her past. "It's true, Mistress. I promise." Even if Rebecca was able to determine her time with the Vatspalts, she was never taking another job with this woman. This was the last time she would ever see Rebecca.

Rebecca's fingers were back on Claire, gently parting her lips.

"I suppose you're also going to tell me you're a virgin."

It would have been ridiculous to admit she'd never had sex. She had already mentioned her boyfriend and the way he preferred she maintain her pubic hair.

"I'm not a virgin, Mistress."

"Finally the truth. Should I even waste my breath and ask how many cocks have filled this filthy little cunt of yours?"

Lilly didn't know how to answer that question. After a moment, she whispered, "I...um...I don't know."

"Do you know the number of men a woman typically has sex with over her lifetime?"

Why would anyone want to know that, Lilly wondered. "No, Mistress."

"On average, women generally open their legs for somewhere between four and eight men."

"Yes, Mistress."

"So, have you allowed more than eight men inside your cunt?"

It was more like multiples of eight, Lilly surmised. Before she could answer, Lilly yelped because Rebecca had swatted her fanny. "You will answer me, Lilly."

"Eight, Mistress. It's probably closer to eight!"

"Closer to eight!" Rebecca laughed. "Were you a whore before you came to Switzerland?"

"No Mistress." She was still bent over and the tears ran up her cheeks, into the eyeshadow.

"I'm not so sure about that. I think you've been fucked more times than you can count. Would you agree?"

It was humiliating. "Yes, Mistress."

"Stand up and turn around."

Lilly did as she was told, rubbing her bottom as she turned to face her client. Fresh sobs hitched her breasts as they dangled from the corset. Lilly moved to tuck them away and Mistress Tallenger said sternly, "Don't you think about touching them."

Lilly quickly placed her hands at her side. "Yes, Mistress."

Rebecca smiled. "You're a fast learner, Lilly. This is a good quality."

"Yes, Mistress." Another minuscule win. Standing stone still as Rebecca surveyed her breasts, Lilly tried to put her emotions in check. For the money she was going to make this evening, she would get through this humiliation.

Rebecca's voice was silk. "Just be honest with me, Lilly. Surely you took money to allow men to fuck you."

"No."

Rebecca screamed, "No, Mistress!" She lifted her hand as if to slap Lilly across the face.

Lilly jumped and fresh tears brimmed. "No, Mistress."

"So you just allowed them to defile you because you enjoyed it?"

The reasons were far more complicated than Lilly could explain. But there was only one answer, "Yes, Mistress."

"Your breasts are quite stunning, Lilly. Have you had any work done?"

"No, Mistress."

"There is virtually no sag, despite their obvious weight."

"Yes, Mistress."

"And your nipples are upturned." Rebecca took one between her fingers and rolled it. "Quite lovely."

"Thank you, Mistress."

"Has a man ever ejaculated on them?"

"No, Mistress." Another lie, but Lilly was finished admitting her personal life to her client.

"You are lying." Rebecca applied more pressure to Lilly's nipple.

"I'm telling the truth, Mistress." Lilly pinched her eyes closed and tried her very best to stand still, despite the pain.

This seemed to satisfy Rebecca. After a moment, she said, "I appreciate your honesty."

"Thank you, Mistress."

"Since your tits are already out, I am tempted to make you leave them that way for the evening. Would you like that, Lilly?"

"No, Mistress."

"Somehow I doubt that. I think you would enjoy being exposed in such a way. You're kind of a slut, aren't you? You like it when men fuck you in the ass and spray their sperm all over your tits."

Lilly didn't know how to answer the question. She finally said, "No, Mistress. I'm not a slut," and tensed her body for Rebecca's retort. It didn't happen.

Rebecca's grin was mirthless. "You're lucky I'm feeling generous. Put them away."

"Yes, Mistress."

"You have two hours until my guests arrive. I suggest you make the most of it. I'm sure you have a lot to attend to." Before Lilly could respond, Rebecca turned and left the kitchen.

The exchange left Lilly perplexed and very upset. Rebecca's anger was whip-quick to ignite and her confidence in asking Lilly to expose her body and admit very private matters was concerning. But the money she would make was like nothing she'd seen before. And she'd signed a contract for tonight's event. Lilly felt trapped. She wanted to leave but she had a job to do. As she turned to get to work, she felt the warm dampness between her legs. Touching her girl-part, Lilly's fingers came away glistening.

Claire was drooling so much, she had slobbered down Lilly's thighs.​