The Invitation (3 page)

“Are the rest
of us gonna get a chance to win some cash anytime soon? Why are
those two getting special treatment? And why has
she
got
nine grand for doing fuck all?”

Nancy blushed
under the redhead’s attack.

“Showing your
true colours there Abigail. But that is why I invited you, I
thought you’d add a touch of spice to proceedings.” Jasper
proceeded to speak broadly to everyone at the table. “Abigail here
is what you might call your bone fide gold digger. She’s starting
to lose her looks, she’s got a reputation as a hardnosed, gold
digging bitch and she’s running out of money and men to fuck
over.”

Losing her
looks?
Nancy wondered.
Hardly.
She didn’t look a day
over thirty and she was beautiful. She looked like a natural
redhead, minus the freckles and pale skin. Her hung down in a silky
curtain to her waist and she wore a long, emerald coloured evening
dress which her huge breasts were practically spilling out of,
barely constrained by the flimsy fabric and spaghetti straps.

“How dare you
talk to me like that?”

“Oh relax
Abigail, we’re all friends here. It’s not my fault you killed off
your elderly ex-husband and you’re rapidly squandering his
fortune.”

Abigail turned
an indignant shade or red and her green eyes flashed angrily. “How
dare you accuse me of murdering my husband! He died of a heart
attack, I could have you for slander.”

“Whatever. Do
you want to play this game or not? Because if you’re going to be
rude to me and my guests, you can leave right now. You could leave
here with
a lot
of money tonight. Or if you carry on
behaving like a spoilt brat you can drag your sorry, forty five
year old arse back home and pay for your own taxi.”

Abigail looked
mortified. It looked as if she was about to speak, then thought
better of it. More than anything, Nancy was fascinated to discover
she was forty five.

I’m twenty
nine and she looks younger than me,
she thought in a flash of
entirely inappropriate jealousy.

“Right then. As
you’re feeling so badly done to Abigail, it’s your turn. I’ll give
you one hundred pounds to pull your dress down to your waist and
jiggle your tits for twenty seconds. And eat the first course with
your tits out.”

“A hundred
pounds? My fucking lipstick cost more than that.”

“It’s your
call,” Jasper shrugged. “Take it or leave it. But remember, if you
forfeit you are out of the game. And if you play you have an
exceedingly good chance to win a lot more later on. So what’s it to
be?”

“Bastard,” she
muttered. “You give the snotty cow nine grand for nothing in
return, and a measly hundred pounds for me to act like a slut?”

As she spoke
she was looking at Nancy, her eyes flashing angrily.

Boy, she’s
really got it in for me,
Nancy thought nervously.
What the
hell have I done to piss her off so thoroughly?

“Like I say,
it’s your call. And for the record my offer has been reduced to
seventy five quid due to your rudeness. And my offer to Nancy has
increased to ten.”

Ten
grand,
she thought incredulously.

“You
arsehole,”
the redhead said.

“Fifty pounds,
and that’s my final invitation for you to play. Any more rudeness
from you and you can see yourself out.”

The redhead’s
eyes flitted hungrily to the opened suitcase on the table and she
ever so slightly nodded her head.

“Fine. I’ll do
it.”

Nancy and the
other two women watched the exchange with rapt attention, no one
daring to speak.

“No time like
the present,” Jasper said with a smile that made Nancy’s stomach
flip over.

He just looked
so damn handsome and cruel that it made her heart beat
uncomfortably fast.

Abigail slipped
off the thin straps over her smooth, ivory shoulders and peeled
down the neckline of her flimsy dress. She wore no bra, as Nancy
already knew. Her big tits popped out, round and full and entirely
perfect. Nancy let out an involuntary little gasp, unable to stop
herself from openly admiring the large, coffee coloured nipples
which so contrasted with the milky white skin.

Abigail cupped
her breasts in her hands and started playing with them. Her tits
were so big the fleshy orbs spilled out around her hands. When the
woman’s nipples came into view through the cracks in her fingers,
Nancy saw how stiff they had become.

“Come on,”
Jasper chided, “I told you to jiggle them, not gently stroke them.
Play the game properly or get the hell out of my house.”

The redhead
obliged. She held the undersides of her tits and shook them hard.
Nancy watched mesmerised, unable to tear her eyes off the scene
unfolding before her. She guessed the woman had implants from the
way her breasts moved. She knew for a fact that her own breasts,
despite being a similar size and shape to the redheads, would
wobble a lot more if she were to do that to herself. But the
woman’s tits sat there like two fleshy boulders, despite the
violent treatment.

“Hold them by
the nipples, shake them, I want to see them ripple.”

Abigail did,
pinching her nipples between thumb and forefinger and shaking them.
The skin rippled a little and her tits bounced against each other
ever so gently.

“OK, you can
stop now. You’ve had a lot of work done I see. I suppose plastic
tits have their place but I much prefer a natural breast.”

His eyes
latched onto Nancy’s chest as he spoke and she felt herself blush
hot. There was
no way
she could do to herself in front of
people what the redhead had just done.

Really? Are you
sure about that? Not even for a million pounds?

Nancy looked
down at her lap, blushing furiously and close to tears.

Jasper laughed
and smacked the naked woman on the backside. “Go on, get out of
here, I’m hungry.”

The woman
walked away from the table, her neat but curvy buttocks flexing
with each step.

When she looked
over at Jasper she saw he was staring at her, a look on his face
she couldn’t decipher. Like he was studying her as if she was a
rare animal in a zoo.

She breathed a
sigh of relief when he looked away.

“Well done,” he
said to Abigail. “Now it’s Jennifer’s turn. Jennifer, I’ll give you
five hundred if you take off your knickers and place one foot on
the table and hold your pussy open for twenty seconds so everyone
at the table can see.”

Jennifer, the
woman who had been silent up until this point, shrugged like he had
asked her for nothing more out of the ordinary than to pass the
salt.

“Sure,” she
said, “I’ve done a lot worse than that in the past.”

Nancy wasn’t
expecting her to come out with that. She caught Jennifer’s eye and
the woman smiled at her. But it was an empty smile, devoid of
warmth and kindness.

“What are you
looking at, Miss high and mighty?”

What was it
with these women
,
she wondered. First Abigail and now
Jennifer. She had no idea what she had done to make them hate her
so much.

“Now, now, put
those claws away, you know the rules,” Jasper said. “You’ll have to
forgive Jennifer’s rudeness, years of cocaine and too long in the
modelling industry have left her bitter,” he added, looking
directly at Nancy. “Not to mention she’s snorted most of her money
up her pretty little nose and now she’s in dire need of a large
cash injection.”

“It’s fine,”
she stammered, hating the way he was making the redhead and the
brunette resent her even more. Or maybe that was the whole
point.

She resisted
the sudden urge to leave.
Just see it through for the next half
hour, take the ten grand and run, no matter what else he offers
you.

“No time like
the present,” Jennifer said, standing up.

She lifted up
the hemline of her long, black cocktail dress and reached up
underneath, sliding the black thong down her slender legs.

With the
hemline of her dress rucked up around her waist she lifted up one
leg and placed the tip of her foot encased in the spikey black
heels on the table edge.

Her forefinger
and index finger parted the lips of her sex in an upside down V,
revealing the dusky pink flesh that ran from her clit to her
hole.

“Very nice,”
Jasper said. “Tell me Nancy, what do you think of Jennifer’s
cunt?”

Nancy tore her
gaze away from the completely bald cunt, her mouth suddenly dry.
What a question, how the hell was she supposed to answer it?

“It’s just a
cunt,” she said, feeling her face bush hot.

“Just a cunt,”
Jasper repeated laughing, “I like it.”

Nancy glanced
again at the Jennifer Aniston lookalike, her gaze inexplicably
flickering back to the exposed pussy. It was just that she had
never seen one in the flesh before, apart from her own of course.
The soft pink flesh glistened and Nancy realised that the woman was
actually wet with arousal. How could she get off on showing off her
body like this? What was wrong with her?

Nancy squirmed
on her seat, a heat spreading from her stomach into her pussy.

It’s just
fear,
she told herself.
Fear and disgust.

“Very good,”
Jasper said, “you can sit back down again now.”

Jennifer did,
pulling down her long dress and sitting on the chair. She didn’t
put her knickers on again though, Nancy noticed.

“Can I have my
money now?”

“Of course,”
Jasper replied, picking up a wad of money and flicking his thumb
through the banknotes thoughtfully. “But I’ll tell you what
Jennifer, I’ll increase your five hundred quid to a grand if you
take off your clothes for ten minutes.”

“Fine by me,”
she said without a moment’s hesitation.

“Oh, and you
can keep the shoes on.”

She stood up
once more and slithered out of the clinging black dress like a
snake discarding its skin.

Just like
Abigail, she wasn’t wearing a bra. Nancy stared at her beautiful,
naked body. She was model slim with neat little breasts and
oversized, toffee coloured nipples that stuck out from the dark
aerola.

“Take a picture
why don’t you,” Jennifer said with a cruel smile, “it’ll last
longer.”

Abigail
laughed. “I think the princess in the room has secret lesbian
tendencies.”

Nancy blushed
hot and Julie threw her a sympathetic look.

“What is it
with you two,” she managed to get out. “What have I ever done to
you?”

“Ladies,
please, don’t start fighting or you’ll all be disqualified. Ah,
here comes the party food.”

The naked woman
from before entered the room carrying a tray laden down with fruit.
She placed it in the centre of the table and Nancy warily eyes the
bunches of grapes, bananas, apples, and other exotic fruit of which
she didn’t know the names of.

There was
something so decadent about the mound of fruit. Or something so
ominous. It put her in mind of a Roman orgy and a shiver ran up her
spine.

“Ladies,”
admonished Jasper. “You haven’t touched your wine, please drink.
Slut, fetch the champagne.”

The naked woman
left once more and Nancy nervously sipped her wine, as did the
others.

“Shall we liven
things up a little?” Jasper asked. “Abigail, I’ll pay you one
thousand pounds right now to spend the remainder of the evening
naked.”

“And I don’t
have to do anything else for that grand? Just be naked?”

“No, nothing
else. If I want anything more from, I’ll just pay again for it. I’m
sure you have a price. Every woman does.”

Not this
one, you bastard,
Nancy thought.

“Whatever,”
Abigail shrugged. “As long as you hand me the money now.”

Jasper picked
out a wad of bound together notes and chucked it at the redhead.
She caught it and it was instantly swallowed up by her handbag.

“You can leave
the shoes on too,” he added.

“Fine,” she
said, getting to her feet, slipping out of the emerald dress that
was bunched up at her waist. “I’m sure the little closet lesbo will
enjoy the show.”

Jennifer
tittered. Nancy was under no illusion as to who the ‘closet lesbo’
was she was referring to. Not for the first time she fought down
the strong urge to leave.

Then she
thought of her Mum and she proudly lifted up her head. At least her
motives for being here were relatively pure, unlike those two money
grabbing slags.

Abigail removed
her lacy white knickers. Like Jennifer, her pussy was bald.

“No way to tell
if you’re a natural redhead then,” Jasper quipped.

Abigail threw
him a withering stare and sat back down. Jennifer giggled that
horrible giggle again and Nancy had a sudden image of herself
slapping the silly tart across the face.

Julie reached
into her handbag and pulled out her mobile to check the screen.

“What do you
think you’re doing?” Jasper asked sternly.

“Checking to
see if the half hour is up yet,” she said.

“Don’t be so
fucking rude. Here.” He counted out eight wads of cash and slid
them across the table towards her. “Yours I believe.”

Julies eyes
widened as she stared at the cash.

“Thanks,” she
stammered, stuffing the notes into her shoulder bag.

Nancy felt a
small rise of panic, when was she going to get paid?

“Now little
Julie, I have another proposition for you. You are free to leave in
exactly twenty minutes with the cash and do nothing more. But I’ll
put this to you, fifty thousand pounds if you strip off too.”

Julie stared at
him and Nancy could see her mind working, summing up her
options.

“That’s a lot
of money,” she said slowly. “how long would I have to be naked, and
what else would I have to do?”