waist of her skirt. Though her fingers were now shaking visibly, she somehow managed to free the button and pull the zipper down. She wanted to cry as the material slid down her body before she kicked it away, leaving her standing before him in nothing but her minuscule panties, lacy red bra, garter belt, stockings and five-inch heels.
“Everything but the garter belt, stockings and heels,” he said, his voice deep — at least he seemed turned on by what he saw.
Oh, this was a nightmare. She was sure someone would walk out and find them. It was just a matter of time. She also knew that would please this sick, disturbed man. He hadn’t spoken a word to her on the rest of the drive back to his place, but as soon as they’d left the car, he’d commanded that she strip for him. Was this punishment because they’d been interrupted earlier? It hadn’t been her fault.
Reaching forward, she unclipped her bra and then pulled it away and let it float down onto the growing pile of clothes. She couldn’t hide her blush when the air touched her nipples and they hardened.
“Very nice,” he said, and he shifted his stance.
She knew hesitating any further would only draw this out even more, so without any further prompting, she hooked her thumbs into the elastic of her panties and drew them down her legs, then kicked them over with the other clothes before she stood back up, now almost completely naked, an object for this man to examine with his damnably critical eyes.
“Turn slowly in a circle,” he said huskily.
Jewell did as he said, wobbling only slightly in the unfamiliar shoes as she gave him a good look at her body. She knew it wasn’t perfect.
“You’re too skinny, but we can fix that,” he said, and she wanted to slap him.
She was fully aware that she needed to put on weight. She’d love to be able to eat enough to do just that.
“Your breasts and ass are perfect, though,” he said. “You will not change either.”
She wanted to snarl at him, to demand that he give her the secret to keeping her body up to his particular standards and his alone. But she managed to keep her retort to herself. When she looked back into his eyes, she saw a hint of a smile in them, as if he knew what she was thinking and how difficult it was for her to keep her comments to herself.
That made her dislike him just a little bit more.
“Come here.”
Her stomach shaking, Jewell walked away from her pile of clothes and moved toward this commanding man. Was she about to lose her virginity on the hood of his expensive car? She wouldn’t put it past him. She only hoped that he wouldn’t realize how inexperienced she was and take her back to the agency, demanding a refund for misrepresentation — heck, for a bad imitation of what a whore was supposed to be.
She had to pull this off somehow, no matter how much she hurt and no matter how much she felt like crying. She could cry later — when she had time alone in the shower, or when he wasn’t there. There was no way he could be with her twenty-four hours a day.
Besides, she had to get away on Saturday, whether she lost her job or not. She almost had lost her job the last Saturday. She’d snuck out and Ms. Beaumont had been furious — and her fury intensified when Jewell refused to tell her where she’d gone. The woman had almost fired her right then and there, but Jewell had somehow managed to keep her job, barely.
This week it would be even more difficult. Blake Knight wouldn’t give her a pass on this. He’d want
“Everything but the garter belt, stockings and heels,” he said, his voice deep — at least he seemed turned on by what he saw.
Oh, this was a nightmare. She was sure someone would walk out and find them. It was just a matter of time. She also knew that would please this sick, disturbed man. He hadn’t spoken a word to her on the rest of the drive back to his place, but as soon as they’d left the car, he’d commanded that she strip for him. Was this punishment because they’d been interrupted earlier? It hadn’t been her fault.
Reaching forward, she unclipped her bra and then pulled it away and let it float down onto the growing pile of clothes. She couldn’t hide her blush when the air touched her nipples and they hardened.
“Very nice,” he said, and he shifted his stance.
She knew hesitating any further would only draw this out even more, so without any further prompting, she hooked her thumbs into the elastic of her panties and drew them down her legs, then kicked them over with the other clothes before she stood back up, now almost completely naked, an object for this man to examine with his damnably critical eyes.
“Turn slowly in a circle,” he said huskily.
Jewell did as he said, wobbling only slightly in the unfamiliar shoes as she gave him a good look at her body. She knew it wasn’t perfect.
“You’re too skinny, but we can fix that,” he said, and she wanted to slap him.
She was fully aware that she needed to put on weight. She’d love to be able to eat enough to do just that.
“Your breasts and ass are perfect, though,” he said. “You will not change either.”
She wanted to snarl at him, to demand that he give her the secret to keeping her body up to his particular standards and his alone. But she managed to keep her retort to herself. When she looked back into his eyes, she saw a hint of a smile in them, as if he knew what she was thinking and how difficult it was for her to keep her comments to herself.
That made her dislike him just a little bit more.
“Come here.”
Her stomach shaking, Jewell walked away from her pile of clothes and moved toward this commanding man. Was she about to lose her virginity on the hood of his expensive car? She wouldn’t put it past him. She only hoped that he wouldn’t realize how inexperienced she was and take her back to the agency, demanding a refund for misrepresentation — heck, for a bad imitation of what a whore was supposed to be.
She had to pull this off somehow, no matter how much she hurt and no matter how much she felt like crying. She could cry later — when she had time alone in the shower, or when he wasn’t there. There was no way he could be with her twenty-four hours a day.
Besides, she had to get away on Saturday, whether she lost her job or not. She almost had lost her job the last Saturday. She’d snuck out and Ms. Beaumont had been furious — and her fury intensified when Jewell refused to tell her where she’d gone. The woman had almost fired her right then and there, but Jewell had somehow managed to keep her job, barely.
This week it would be even more difficult. Blake Knight wouldn’t give her a pass on this. He’d want
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