'Yes, Brock,' Pat said obediently.
She wondered what he had in mind. She didn't like that strange look on his face, and she had a vague sense that there was trouble ahead. Yet she was committed now to doing whatever might please him. She put on her skimpy black costume, threw her coat over it, and went to wait in Brock's flashy little black sports car.
He joined her a few minutes later and headed out into the late evening traffic. He still had that strange smile. 'Brock,' Pat said nervously, 'just what is this all about? What do you mean by a special party? I'd like to have some idea of what I'm supposed to do.'
'It's no big deal,' Brock said, keeping his eyes on the traffic. 'I just want you to meet a friend of mine and keep us company for a couple hours. This guy is an old buddy and he helps me a lot with business deals, so I want you to be real nice to him.'
Pat frowned and kept silent. She didn't like the sound of things at all, but she was afraid of angering Brock by saying so. Presently he parked at the most expensive hotel in the city and escorted Pat to the top floor where they entered a lavish suite of rooms. In the living room sat a red-haired man of about thirty. When he saw Brock he jumped up, grinning.
'Brock, you old son of a gun,' the man said, pumping Brock's hand. 'It's been a long time. How are you?'
'I can't complain,' Brock grinned. 'The club is a big success. And here's one of the reasons – isn't she gorgeous? Pat Adams, I'd like you to meet my old friend Ted Grace.'
Nervously Pat shook hands with the red-haired man. He was tall, broad-shouldered, and quite attractive, but there was something sinister about him. She didn't like the blatant way he swept his eyes over her tall lovely figure. Brock whisked her coat off her shoulders, and when Ted saw her in just her daring little club costume, his blue eyes widened appreciatively.
'Very very nice,' he said with a grin. 'You sure know how to pick 'em, Brock.'
'Honey,' Brock said to Pat, 'there's a bar over in the corner. Why don't you fix us all a drink?'
Pat obeyed, and the two men sat down. She supposed that she was just to be a decoration for the evening, something nice to look at, someone to make an occasional drink. She really didn't like being used that way, but if Brock wanted it, she'd do it. Apparently it was very important for him to impress Ted Grace. He wanted to show off his power by having a lovely woman at his beck and call.
Pat delivered the drinks, and Brock said, 'Fine, angel. Now take off your costume.'
'Do what?' Pat squeaked.
Both men were grinning lewdly at her. 'You heard me,' Brock said. 'Take off your costume. I want to give my old buddy something really fantastic to look at.'
'Brock, surely you must be joking,' Pat said anxiously.
His face darkened. 'No, I'm not joking,' he said, 'and if you wanta keep your job, baby, you better do what I say and do it fast.'
Though her mind was in turmoil, Pat didn't hesitate. It was either strip or lose Brock, and he was far too important for her future. Blushing hotly, the tall brunette kicked off her shoes and then pulled down the shoulder straps of her tiny costume. The men lounged in their chairs, sipping their drinks and grinning lustily as they watched her blushing strip act. Pat felt thoroughly mortified as she tugged the costume down to her waist and bared her magnificent big tits.
'Fantastic,' Ted said, leaning forward in his chair.
He ogled the pale rounds of her big breasts, the satiny skin and rosy little nipples. Pat seethed with resentment, feeling like livestock about to be auctioned. She wondered why Brock would humiliate her like this. But she got no clue from his expression. He was grinning just as lustily as Ted.
'Take the rest of it off, honey,' he said.
Pat sighed deeply and tugged down her costume the rest of the way. The tiny garment was too tight for her to wear underthings, so as the black costume slithered down her legs she was left totally naked. Ted licked his lips as he studied the glossy black triangle of her little bush. Pat kicked the costume away and stood there blushing hotly.
'Terrific,' Ted said. 'I never saw a more gorgeous chick. So when does the fun start?'
'Anytime you want, old buddy,' Brock said, 'just anytime you want.'
'Well, there's no time like right now,' Ted said.
Brock paused a moment, eyeing Pat's fantastic naked body and smiling mysteriously. Pat would have fainted with shock if she'd known what he was thinking. Brock had some pretty bizarre plans for entertaining himself and his buddy that night. They'd enjoy Pat's mature beauty, and later, after she'd left, they'd have fun with her teenage daughter. It was these kinky plans that accounted for Brock's odd smile.
'Honey,' he said, 'help Ted undress.'
'What for?' Pat wailed.
Brock frowned. 'Don't act so innocent, baby,' he said coldly. 'I didn't bring you along just to make drinks and look pretty. Ted's my old friend and business partner, and I want him to have fun while he's in the city. That's what you're here for – so get to it.'
Pat turned pale. At last she understood what Brock had in mind – she'd been brought along to fuck his buddy. She felt angry and shocked, and for a moment she was tempted to just grab her coat and walk out. She was sincerely disillusioned with Brock. If he could do this to her, he couldn't possibly love her.
Yet she hesitated. Even if she couldn't win Brock's love, she might still have his name and his money. After all, her feelings weren't that important. It was Trish's future that counted. If Pat proved herself a real trooper, willing to go along with anything Brock wanted, she might still win the financial security she wanted for herself and her daughter.
'It's now or never, baby,' Brock was saying. 'Do what I told you, or lose your job.'
Grimly Pat walked over to Ted, dropped to her knees, and started removing his shoes and socks. The two men grinned at each other, knowing they'd won. The gorgeous brunette obviously wasn't happy about what she was doing, but she wanted her job too much to disobey. She next removed Ted's shirt, exposing his broad chest with its mat of red hairs.
Then Ted stood up and Pat eyed his fly. Still on her knees, she reached up and started opening his pants. Her hands trembled. She hated what she was doing, and she despised Brock for forcing her into it. But if she kept thinking of Trish and all the things she wanted for her daughter, maybe she could go through with this kinky scene.
Ted wasn't wearing shorts. As Pat slipped down his pants, she saw his milky-white cock standing up stiffly, hugging his flat belly. It sprang from a coppery bush and was just about as big as Brock's prick. The swollen purple head of his dick was weeping little gleaming bubbles of juice.
As Ted stepped out of his pants, Pat said grimly, 'All right, where's the bedroom?'
'We don't need a bed, doll,' Ted chuckled. 'Right here will do.'
Pat glanced at Brock, who was sitting just a few feet away and grinning like a maniac. 'Right HERE?' she said, blushing furiously. 'But Brock is here.'
'That's half the fun, baby,' Brock laughed. 'I get to watch.'
Pat moaned. Things were going to be even worse than she'd thought. She felt mortified at the idea of fucking a perfect stranger, but it was even more humiliating to know that another person would be watching them. For a moment she didn't know if she could go through with it, and she swayed dizzily.
Ted caught her and lowered her to the thick soft rug. He threw himself onto her, and the electric contact of naked bodies gave Pat her first lusty sensation of the evening. But she quickly came back to her senses. No matter what it cost her, she wasn't going to fuck for an audience. She squealed in protest and pushed at Ted's powerful shoulders.
'No, I won't do it,' she cried. 'It just isn't right.'
'Oh, Jesus,' Brock snarled, 'you're getting to be a pain in the ass, baby. If you won't put out voluntarily, we're just gonna have to force you.'
He meant it. When Pat continued to scream and push at Ted's shoulders, Brock came over, knelt behind her, and held her shoulders down. With Ted lying on her legs, there was no way she could move. She watched in horror as Ted wedged his body between her thighs and pressed the hot hard head of his cock against her dry little cunt mouth.
