Misc. Erotica Ensnaring Lilly

IN THIS CHAPTER: Lilly spies on her client and is turned on by what she sees. With dinner in full swing, Lilly is kept busy serving Mistress Tallenger's guests. Lilly is praised for her food, her service, and her body. Placed in a compromising position, Lilly's body is exposed to the partygoers by Mistress Tallenger. Lilly's humiliation continues as the night goes on. Excused for the evening, Lilly is shocked to hear what Mistress Tallenger has in mind for one of her guests.

The next two hours were spent preparing dinner. The client had set the china on the kitchen island and Lilly dutifully arranged it on the massive dining room table. Unlike the kitchen, the main dining room was warm and inviting, punctuated by an enormous 20-seat rectangular table and high-back leather chairs. Doing a headcount, Lilly stashed the extra chairs in the corner of the kitchen, allowing a commodious dining experience. With the place settings arranged, Lilly returned to the kitchen and began preparing the salad.

As she prepped, she spilled some salt on the floor. It was while looking for a dust pan in one of the kitchen's three walk-in pantries that she found the video monitors. Lilly counted 54 cameras as her eyes swept across the little colored scenes that were portrayed across a pair of massive high-definition flat screens. She tried to get a sense of where each camera was located. There seemed to be at least two in every room, even the bathrooms. This made her uneasy. She made a mental note to hold off going until she was home.

Several cameras were trained outside, around the enormous pool and stables, various outbuildings and the main gate. There were cameras mounted around the perimeter wall that were rotating back and forth. Some appeared to be on pre-programmed patterns, sweeping one way, pausing, and then sweeping another. The place was a fortress.

Movement caught her eye on one of the monitors. Rebecca was getting ready in the master bedroom. When Lilly saw that her employer was nude, her first thought was to turn away, nervous at her client's reaction if she knew she was being spied on by the help. But then she hesitated. A quick survey of the monitors told her that she and Rebecca appeared to be the only people in the house at the moment. The naughty voyeurism of what Lilly was doing held her rapt. The camera appeared to be mounted high on the wall directly across the room from the woman's enormous bed.

Rebecca Tallenger was gorgeous, taller than Lilly with long, slender legs that narrowed to small, delicate feet. She appeared in fantastic shape. As she moved around the bedroom, Lilly took note of her musculature, her calves stood out in bas-relief from her legs and her bottom looked almost perfectly round. She had hips that were pronounced but not quite what Lilly considered voluptuous. Her waist was narrow, adding to the woman's more curvaceous appearance. Her arms were toned and the woman's abs were defined. Living near the Alps, which were often cloud-covered, had left her skin youthful and glowing. It was pale and smooth, reminding Lilly of a porcelain doll. Bright pink nipples stood atop rosey areolas. A small arrow of red-orange pubic hair, neatly shaved and pointing perfectly to the crest of her feminine slit, sat proudly atop the woman's mons.

Thinking back to what Rebecca had said earlier about Lilly's minuscule tuft of pubic hair, she whispered to the empty room, "Look at her cunt. What a fucking bitch."

Rebecca was putting her corset on, trussing up her impressively sized breasts. The garment appeared to be patent leather with bulky buckles that ran up the front. Lilly watched breathlessly as the woman ran her hands over the curves of her cleavage, absentmindedly stopping to twist her nipples before pushing them into the snug-fitting cups. The top halves of her areolas were visible to anyone who cared to look. Rebecca smiled to herself and closed her eyes.

Lilly saw a look of pleasure cross the redhead's face. Bracing herself, Lilly placed her hand against the table the monitors rested on. She began lightly rubbing her thighs together. From between the folds of her special place seeped a small amount of warm moisture.

She watched as Rebecca walked over to her dresser and removed a pair of lacy black underwear from the drawer. They looked a little strange to Lilly, lumpy and misshapen, but she soon found out why. The underwear had two thick bulb-shaped dildos sewn into the crotch and Lilly said, "Oh! This is interesting." But she was rooms away and her client heard none of it.

Rebecca placed the garment to her lips. As she sucked one of the phalluses into her mouth, Lilly moaned quietly and fed her girl-part a middle finger. Claire was wide awake; gobbling the meal right up like a good girl.

Her client sat down on the bed to lay back into a mountain of pillows piled against the headboard and opened her legs widely. Alternately sucking each dildo until it was shiny with spit, she reached into the drawer of her bedside table and removed a small bottle. Lilly knew at once it was lubricant. Her employer was doing something incredibly private and she wasn't about to look away.

Leaving the underwear dangling from her mouth like a dog with a chew-toy, Rebecca squirted a small dollop of the liquid onto the tuft of hair. Looking lower, Lilly noticed the pink lips of her client's pussy were already fluffed, pushing out from the confines of her hairless vulva. It was clear by their shine that Mistress Tallenger was aroused. Lilly purred and adjusted her stance again, feeling the panties tighten around Claire's engorging petals.

Using two fingers in a circular motion, Rebecca slowly worked the lubricant over her pubic mound, turning the bright red tuft darker and as shiny as her lower lips. Then she smeared it over the entirety of her mons until the skin there glowed. Sliding her fingers down each side of her pleat, she ringed her cunt lips over and over, dancing her fingers atop the feminine ridges, teasing them, making them part with arousal.

Lilly felt a flush of excitement and wickedness course through her body; she was shaking, and she noticed her breath coming quicker. She knew she should walk away; knew she'd be fired if the client caught her. But that was impossible. The woman was several hundred feet away, lost in the warren of the huge manor. As the homeowner, Rebecca obviously knew where all the cameras were located. It was suddenly clear to Lilly that the woman didn't care if she was spied on. So Lilly watched while Claire happily nibbled on her finger.

Mistress Tallenger ground her hips slowly and it wasn't long before the woman was massaging her clit. Bending at the waist, Rebecca folded herself in half and spread her legs. She pressed the bottoms of her feet to the headboard, her breasts squished to her chin. Lazily dancing her free hand over her sex, she went lower, slowly running her fingers around the rim of her butthole, the tight skin there going shiny as she applied the lube. Pushing one and then two fingers inside the tiny star-shaped hole, she slowly pumped, eventually forcing their entire length into the opening. Her pelvis began bucking into the thick bedding as the rhythm built.

With her other hand, Rebecca pushed three fingers deeply into her slit. She jerked her head back then, exposing a languidly long neck. The dildo-infused panties flopped across her face and she looked ridiculous but Rebecca appeared not to care; pasion had taken over. Lilly watched the woman's chest rise and fall and imagined the heavy sighs her client was uttering somewhere deep inside the estate.

Lowering her head, the panties fell aside and Rebecca watched intently while playing with herself, as if paying close attention to a complicated chess move. In the camera room, Lilly moaned. She had pulled the meal from Claire's ravenous mouth and was now rubbing her clit with her drenched finger.

With uncanny speed, Mistress Tallenger looked directly at the camera. No, Lilly thought, she's looking directly at me!

Lilly squeaked out a little scream of surprise and backed away from the screens, her heart thumping, the ooze between her legs suddenly feeling cold and nasty. Mistress Tallenger smiled evenly at Lilly. She pulled the panties out of her mouth and rolled off the bed, out of view of the camera. The client wasn't going to allow Lilly the pleasure of watching things come to their natural end.

It was almost a full minute before it occurred to Lilly that Mistress Tallenger might be returning to the kitchen. She stood there, the blue haze from the monitors washing her skin a ghostly pallor, her hand pressed hard to her sex. She was slightly light headed, her thighs continuing to scissor, her middle finger crammed in Claire's throat.

Once the realization hit, Lilly quickly ducked out of the camera room and rushed back into the kitchen; knowing her client would be standing there. Her heart was hammering. She had been completely transfixed. She was going to be fired.

The kitchen was empty and silent; the swinging door connecting it to the dining room was still. She went to the sink to wash her hands; rinsing Calire's drool away with warm water and soap. As she scrubbed, Lilly prayed Rebecca wouldn't come storming into the kitchen.

Her client never returned.

Lilly didn't hear from Rebecca again until the guests arrived; and then it was only by the tinkling of a bell and an order to bring out the first course. She thought of the two thick dildos stuffing her client completely as she entered the dining room to start the dinner service, but made no attempt to make eye contact with Rebecca or any of the guests throughout dinner.

There were four men and eight women, including Rebecca. All had arrived promptly, save for a young blond woman who arrived only five or so minutes late, and all came appropriately attired; the women wearing full-length, bell-shaped gowns with their breasts bubbling out the tops of their corsets; their nipples nearly exposed. They were all beautiful in their own way and the men were equally handsome, even the pudgy guy maintained a certain air that exuded a quiet confidence Lilly found attractive. The men all were sporting black ties and dinner jackets.

None of the group appeared together and all were older than the young girl who arrived late, who could have been Cassy's younger sister. She was petite with long blond hair bound in a complicated up-do that included little ringlets to frame a lovely, innocent face. Lilly determined the girl couldn't have been more than twenty. Her eyes were large and light blue in color; her lips full and complemented with red lipstick done in a cupie-doll shape. Thinking back to Cassy's budding breasts, Lilly guessed this girl's were larger. She was comfortably pushing a B-cup, Lilly thought.

She also wasn't as boney as Cassy had been when Lilly knew her. This girl was still slender but there was a softness to her form, particularly in her angelic face, which was more rounded than Cassy's. Cherub was the word that came to mind. The last vestiges of baby fat were melting away to reveal the young woman she was to become. The belled gown made it difficult to tell how the girl was shaped below the waist but it was obvious by the narrowness of her corseted waist that she wasn't overweight by any stretch of the imagination.

Of the other guests, she heard names being spoken throughout the evening but couldn't seem to keep them straight. The man with the rather large stomach kept an eye on Lilly most of the evening, as if he was willing at any moment to mount her. There was a brother and sister, that were quite fetching. Their accents sounded Russian.

But after the second course, Lilly got lost in her work. Focusing on the task at hand, she even forgot the astonishingly erotic enjoyment of watching Rebecca play with herself.

With no other help, she scrambled to keep up with the party. But she tried to look calm and measured so as not to take away from the elegant nature of the event. At one point early on, Rebecca told her to stand in the corner of the dining room until summoned and she did that. "Hands behind your back, feet together," she said. Lilly obeyed and took up position 45-degrees off Rebecca's right shoulder, so she could carefully watch over every place setting.

Aside from running dishes back and forth, there were requests for more wine, more water, new utensils, fresh napkins, folding a napkin when a guest left to use the bathroom, the demands came fast and she worked hard to keep everyone happy. Throughout, the footwear she wore was uncomfortable and when she ducked into the kitchen she kept having to tuck her breasts into the corset, lest more than the strawberry coronas of her nipples be revealed. The thin white trim around the edge of the corset was all that hid them from view. At least she remembered to bend at the knees.

It was when Lilly started clearing for the fifth course that the fat man commented on her beauty. "Rebecca, I must say, the servant you've hired for this evening's affair is stunning."

"Thank you, Robert. This beautiful creature is Lilly." At that moment, Lilly happened to be standing next to Rebecca's seat. Her hands were full with dishes. "Stay here for a moment, young lady."

Bowing her head, she said quietly, "Yes, Mistress." The plates in her hands were heavy and the last thing she needed was to be slowed down. She could feel their eyes crawling over her body and the risque uniform she'd been forced to wear suddenly felt too revealing. Her breath caught when she felt Rebecca's hand slide around the back of her knee and start to slowly trail upward, the woman's fingertips gently pressing into her flesh as she went.

"I found Lilly's catering company through a mutual friend of ours in the organization." The woman's hand was on Lilly's inner thigh now, her nails raking lightly into the silk stalking, toying. "She's from America and not only managed to open her catering company with her own money, she also put herself through culinary school."

Lilly was powerless to stop her client's advance and because the skirt was so damn short, the other guests could see what Rebecca was doing. They just stared with bemused expressions on their faces, save for the young blond girl, who looked somewhat worried. Rebecca reached the lacy top of Lilly's thigh-high and gently squeezed. "She's a little willowy, like maybe she doesn't get enough to eat, but still enjoyable to touch."

Rebecca fiddled with one of the garter belt clips and it detached from the nylon, dangling freely between Lilly's thighs. Sliding her hand further up beneath the white ruffled petticoat and out of sight from the guests, Lilly shuddered when Rebecca palmed her girl-part. The woman's hand was dry and warm and oddly comforting. Lilly didn't realize she actually settled onto the perch with a sigh, pressing her mons into the client's cupped hand. Then Rebecca lightly trailed a finger along the length of her slit, deftly playing with Claire's lips. Lilly couldn't help but moan when said finger gently wormed its way inside; slowly pumping and nursing more of Claire's drool along it's length. The plates rattled in Lilly's hands as her feminine ridges parted to accept the intrusion.

Rebecca finally held her shiny digit up for the others to see and smiled. "She's a little damp," she said, before pressing the tip onto her mouth. With a confident smile, Rebecca announced, "Delectable." Lilly whimpered. The guests nodded their approvals.

The Russian-sounding woman asked, "Is she not wearing panties?"

"Crotchless," said Rebecca. "It was a requirement of the uniform I directed she wear this evening. It was in the contract."

One of the men said, "What a wonderful touch. It allows the mind to picture all sorts of delicious thoughts."

"Thank you," said Rebecca. "I inspected her cunt when she arrived and, unfortunately, she is unshaven."

One of the women raised an eyebrow and commented, "Oh? I thought you insisted all your pets be...hairless."

Rebecca waved her hand dismissively in front of Lilly's face. "Yes, I was severely dissatisfied. I find it detestable when the hired help is either stupid or doesn't take the time to read the contract."

"I hope you punished her," one of the women said. "I would not allow such insolence."

Rebecca's tone was pandering, as if Lilly was ignorant. "I would have taken care of it but we were pressed for time." Looking at her finger, she said, "After talking with her, I believe the girl isn't very bright."

Lilly couldn't believe she was being spoken about in such a rude manner. Her temper was rising, but she was helpless to do anything about it. Rebecca continued, "The poor thing doesn't know how many men have filled her cunt, but she claims her asshole has never been touched."

The fat man said, "If she were mine, I would open her asshole with great frequency and enthusiasm." The look in his eyes chilled Lilly to her core.

"I believe that's already been done," Rebecca said. "Although it's tight, I find it hard to believe it's as pure as driven snow."

Her client's comments were humiliating and Lilly's cheeks bloomed crimson. But she was too concerned with struggling to hold the dishes to offer any retort. And what would she say? If she opened her mouth, $15,000 would be gone.

A rivulet of sweat ran down the back of Lilly's neck. Rebecca stood and was close enough that Lilly could smell the woman's perfume. She trailed a finger down Lilly's cheek, over the curve of her jaw and then down the front of her neck, dipping into the hollow before going lower. When Rebecca ran her finger into Lilly's cleavage, she flinched. "I've inspected her breasts as well and can confirm that God has been kind to this girl. Her nipples are...lovely. And despite their obvious weight, there is no sag."

The room was silent, save for the tiny jingles of the plates that Lilly was trying desperately to keep from dropping. Her breath caught when her client started fiddling with the top button of her corset. Confused, Lilly whispered, "Mistress?"

But she was ignored.

Lazily popping the clasps as she worked her way down Lilly's torso, Rebecca said, "She's an impressive young woman. Lilly is not only the server of this amazing dining experience..."

Lilly was frozen in-place as Mistress Tallenger worked each button open, slowly releasing more of her flesh. She whispered, "Mistress, please." Her arms were starting to shake under the weight.

"...she is also the chef behind it."

Lilly mewed. Sweat had popped up on her brow. Her cheeks were flush. She was going to drop the client's expensive dinnerware and was helpless to prevent the exposure of her flesh.

The partygoers verbalized their approval of Lilly's services as Rebecca fiddled with the last few buttons on the corset. "Better yet, in addition to being an amazing chef and server," Rebecca noted as she fiddled with the last button, "Lilly is also amazingly beautiful to look at."

On cue, the corset fell from Lilly's body, landing on the floor like a carcass; stiff and dead and completely useless. With her hair up and her hands occupied, there was no ability to hide her nakedness. The utter helplessness, her objectification, and the stress of holding the china was overwhelming. A tear brimmed and Lilly whimpered, "Mistress, I can't hold these much longer."

Rebecca stared at her for what seemed an eternity. Lilly's arms shook, her tits jiggling slightly, her nipples pointing to the ceiling. "Mistress, please." A tear rolled down Lilly's cheek.

"Yes, dear, of course. I'll go ahead and take care of the corset for you. Please return the dishes to the kitchen."

"Thank you, Mistress," Lilly said in a tight whisper. She made a bee-line for the kitchen, her arms trembling, her breasts bouncing as she quick-stepped. From the corner of her eye, she could see the guests staring as she made her way from the dining room. Pushing through the swinging door and setting the dishes down as gently as possible, Lilly gasped. Leaning against the counter, she sucked in gulps of air. Her arms were shaking violently and her chest was flush. Lilly fastened the garter clip then pushed her hand under the petticoat and slid a finger over her girl-part. Claire's lips gaped and the red lace framing her lower mouth were saturated.

"Jesus Christ, what just happened?" As she caught her breath, she took stock of her situation. She was topless and the corset was in the other room. Was she now supposed to just accept this and continue working? Should she find some cover and improvise? She had no idea what to do, but it didn't matter. Out in the dining room came the tinkling of a bell.

She was being summoned.

A quick glance around the kitchen revealed nothing large enough to cover herself with. She moaned when the bell sounded again, followed by Rebecca's voice, "Lilly, please return to the dining room."

Covering her tits with her palms, Lilly slowly walked back into the dining room, her eyes to the floor.

"Lilly, I shouldn't have to call your name. You are to come when the bell rings. You know this."

Lilly bowed and kept her eyes to the ground. She figured it was better not to make eye contact with her client. And she had no intention of looking at any of the guests. "Yes, Mistress."

"You are among my guests, dear, please lower your hands so that they may look upon your beauty."

"Mistress, please don't."

A murmur came from the guests. One of the women said, "Her disrespect is unbelievable."

"Lilly, you will do as I say or you know what will happen." Rebecca's tone was light and sing-song, but Lilly knew she'd be fired and her budding career would be over as quickly as it began.

"Yes, Mistress," she said while slowly lowering her hands to her sides.

"Very good, young lady. Now stand still so they may get a good look at you."

She left like a piece of meat being appraised at an auction. Her cheeks flushed and she squinted her eyes closed. The room was silent save for the quiet classical music that was playing through small speakers in the ceiling.

"Hands behind your back, dear."

"Yes, Mistress." Would tonight ever end? They weren't even close to the dessert course.

"Breath, Lilly," Rebecca said. "Deep breaths."

"Yes, Mistress." Lilly knew what was being asked of her; her tits had been ogled so often she didn't even notice it any longer. She kept her eyes closed and took deep breaths, her breasts rising and falling with each revolution.

"Eyes open, young lady."

Mortified and humiliated, her cheeks burned when she opened her eyes to see the guests taking in her body. And yet, deep down, there was something else going on.

Beneath the petticoat, Claire stirred.

"You were correct, Rebecca," said one of the women. "Her nipples are almost perfect. It's lovely the way they point upward and away from each other."

Another woman said, "Clamping them would be a pleasure."

"How old is she?" This was one of the men.

"Twenty four," said Rebecca.

"A little old but she's still divine." It was the Russian woman again. "Is she available?"

Rebecca appraised Lilly for a long moment. "Perhaps."

Lilly tried not to flinch. Was the prospect of more business on the horizon? But then she wondered, would she be asked to work like this again. This fought with another consideration: Would she work topless if she made $15,000 a night?

"Lilly, thank you. Please continue with the meal service."

"Yes, Mistress. But..."

"Yes, dear?"

"My corset. May I have it back?"

Rebecca's laugh was warm and genuine. "No, Lilly, you may not." A thoughtful look passed over the woman's face. "Consider it your penance for turning up to my party with a hairy pussy. You should count your blessings that I don't make you take the entire uniform off. Now, please continue with the meal."

"Yes, Mistress." Lilly turned and headed back to the kitchen. Pushing through the kitchen door, sobs rocked her body. It was clear she was meant to spend the rest of the evening with her tits exposed. Looking out the kitchen window, she eyed the little van and thought about leaving. All of the hotboxes had been returned and she was ready to go. Rebecca and her guests could fend for themselves. This wasn't worth the money.

But this thought took place even as she began plating up the next course. All Rebecca had to do was post a negative online review of her business and Lilly's career would be over before it ever really got off the ground. "God damnit," she said to herself.

Then more internal wheels started spinning. As she dried her tears, the voice in her head turned reasonable, and she only had to look back to last weekend for some perspective. Lake Lucerne was dotted with beaches and she had spent a few afternoons at Ufschotti Strand, a clothing optional strip of sand not too far from the city. She didn't care for tan lines (thanks to the tutelage of the Vatspalts) and Sebastian loved it when she was nude in public. They often went together.

Other naturists didn't gawk, however, which made the nude beach a casual, relaxed experience. She assumed that people glanced at her body, just as she had taken more than a few lingering looks at others. But it was subtle and respectful.

She had done some online research and had found photos of people lying nude on the sand or splashing in the water, but had never seen a photographer. She didn't kid herself that there wasn't some creepy guy with a long lens somewhere in the distance. But she pushed those thoughts aside because, at the beach, she wasn't being forced to exhibit herself and then be appraised by others. The Vatpsalts had instilled her to be confident in her natural form and she still held on to the confidence today.

If photos of her at the beach did somehow turn up on the web, it was highly unlikely anyone would ever recognize her. She often wore a large sun hat and oversized sunglasses. Plus, she never did anything to stand out. Many nude beach photos included people fucking or going down on each other. When she and Sebastian visited the beach, aside from his request that she lay with her legs spread, they did little more than hold hands. That thought, combined with the knowledge that there were billions and billions of photos of naked people on the internet, made her realize she was a needle in a vast haystack.

Glancing high and into the corners of the room, she spotted four small cameras. Her nudity had no-doubt been recorded. So she reasoned: If she could push the voyeurism aside for another hour or so, the payoff at the end of the evening would be worth it. "Just don't look at them," she whispered to herself. "Just focus on the work." She took a breath. "I can do this."

And that was what she did. She kept her eyes low and hunched over as much as she could, knowing her breasts would droop and praying the guests would find it unattractive. That strategy didn't last long before Rebecca told Lilly to stand up straight. Lilly obeyed but kept her mind focused on the task at hand and not on her exposed flesh.

To the partygoers' credit, there was no groping or even any suggestive comments. She saw them watching her but generally were focused on their conversations. This helped reduce Lilly's stress and after another half hour, the only time she thought of her nakedness was when she caught sight of one of her tits in the corner of her eye. Otherwise, she was busy.

After dessert, a wonderful crème brule with a perfectly crusted top layer, Lilly began serving drinks in the salon. It was a large, wood-paneled room with a billiards table in the middle and cozy leather sofas around the perimeter. A long bar fronted one wall, which was nothing but floor-to-ceiling glass that looked out over the lake. It was the perfect place to cuddle up and read a good book. The men grabbed cue sticks while the women began chatting. Rebecca moved around the room from group to group with poise and grace.

As she stood silently in the corner, hands at her sides, back straight, waiting for another request or to clear an empty glass, Lilly wondered about the panties her client was wearing. She could recall the feeling of two dildos inside her body at the same time and knew it wasn't easy to hide. There was no ability to walk normally. You were forced to walk with a hitch in your step. And yet Rebecca seemed to move normally. Perhaps she had decided not to wear them.

"Lilly, I think you can go now," Rebecca said as Lilly handed her a drink. "It was a wonderful dinner, but I'm sure we can get by for the rest of the evening without you."

Lilly beamed. Despite her nakedness, the compliment made the earlier experience with Rebecca disappear. She smiled and curtsied and said, "Thank you, Mistress. It was a pleasure to have served you and your guests."

And then, almost as an afterthought, Rebecca nodded toward the young blond woman and said, "Though it would be nice to have your help with Hanna."

"Yes, Mistress," she said. She was eager to please. "How may I be of assistance?"

"Well, you never show up late to my parties, dear, or retribution is due." A wicked smile flashed across her client's face. "We could use your help holding her down while the men fuck her." She said this casually, as if it were completely normal to do such a thing.

For a moment Lilly stood completely still. "Pardon me, Mistress?"

"Oh, Lilly, don't act so surprised." She looked over her shoulder at Hanna and laughed lightly. "With the cue sticks first, of course, then with their cocks. And I'm sure we'll think of other things. We are a creative lot."

The confident look on her client's face was all the convincing Lilly needed. She backed away uneasily but Rebecca seemed not to notice. She gently took Lilly by the elbow and began walking her toward the kitchen. "It will probably come as quite a shock," she continued, "This is Hanna's first party here but I have a feeling that little blond cunt of hers is probably begging for a good, hard fuck, don't you think?" Rebecca giggled. "I wonder if we could get two of the cue sticks inside her pussy at the same time?"

As she was saying this, Rebecca stopped at a closet door, opened it and handed Lilly the corset. "You'll probably want to put this back on for the drive home," she said as she walked Lilly through the servant's entrance. Mistress Tallenger opened the door and led Lilly out. She then turned her head and yelled back inside the house, "Ladies, grab Hanna and get her out of that dress. Once she's naked, drag her up on the billiard table and spread her out. I want to see a cue stick shoved up her cunt when I get back in there. We are going to fuck her raw for showing up late to my party."

Lilly heard a muffled scream, then several laughs and catcalls from the men. "Goodnight Lilly, thank you again for the wonderful dinner." And with that Rebecca Tallenger shut the door.​