When she came to her senses, Lucien had gone limp and left without a word. Mr. Steele stood looking at her. She saw the bulge in his pants and wondered if this was going to be the real thing. Was he going to climb onto the bed and pull out his prick and give her his cock?
"Mr. Steele," she said.
"Tanya, my dear."
"What kind of deal is this?" the brunette raged. "I got into that poker game thinking it was on the level."
"It was," said Mr. Steele's assistant. She strutted around, smoothing out the tight blouse she wore. She had on black net stockings, a garter belt – and nothing else. Her pussy was lewdly displayed to the new captive, cunt lips pink and fluttering and a steady flow of frothy cunt oils leaking out.
"You can't be serious about me beings his slave for a solid month," the brown-haired girl protested.
"But I am. Mr. Steele never jokes," she replied.
"This is insane."
"It is a bet. You are his sex slave for an entire month. And I am here to make sure his will is carried out. Lucien! Marcus!" she called out. "Strip her. I want to see nothing but her naked flesh in ten seconds!"
They did as they were told. They always obeyed when a command was given. Tanya felt her own, passions rising as they stripped the girl. The sight of all that naked flesh turned her on strangely. She had hated Henrietta as this woman must hate her, but Tanya knew now that being hated meant nothing as long as there was hope.
Hope that Mr. Steele would relent and break his firm rule about never having sexual relations with his assistants. But Tanya knew she could get him into her bed. She was beautiful and sexy and would do anything for him. Her loyalty would win the day.
For a dominant man like Mr. Steele, Tanya was willing to do anything. Anything at all!