Janet Moore stared at the man in shock. She tried to remember his name, Ben Pierce she thought it had been but she wasn't sure of anything right now. The man sitting beside Ben smiled at her. His name was jack Dumont. His black eyes burned into hers.
Her husband had taken out a huge loan with this man, and she had just learned how much Rob had signed away. He had agreed to have the whole amount -- eighty thousand dollars -- paid back by today. Janet knew there was no way they could do that. They had little over two thousand in the bank. Until Rob got paid for this first contract, they were as good as broke.
The contract had stated clearly that if the whole amount was not paid there would be a charge of fifteen percent interest per month.
She had come to Jack Dumont's place of business -- it had turned out to be his house -- to meet with him and plead for herself and her husband. Ben Pierce had been there, which she did not expect. Dumont told her Pierce was a major partner in the bank. He told her they had been going over the loan papers, and that it did not look good.
And then Ben Pierce had said in his soft voice. "Tell you what, dear. Strip for us, and we'll extend the loan another month. Maybe by then you're husband will have gotten paid for this first contract."
"Excuse me?" Janet said, dumfounded. She was a pretty girl. A lot of times she forgot just how pretty she was. She had on a blazer today, and a skirt that ended several inches above her knees. Her face was slightly angular, with a fine jawbone and a straight, delicate nose. Her wide, blue eyes seemed constantly surprised. She had her hair cut rather short, in a bob. Her lips were a perfect rosebud, plump and inviting.
Her fine neck flowed smoothly down to slim shoulders and a fine boned chest. Upon her chest sat her perfect, natural titties. They were just a bit smaller than coconuts, and quite firm. They sat on her chest with just a hint of sag, her thick nipples tilted slightly upwards. Of course, she always wore a bra.
Her narrow waist flowed into lush, wide hips and a round ass that begged for attention.
Ben Pierce got up from where he sat. Janet looked out of the corner of her eye at Eric. She had known him from high school. He was now Dumont's bodyguard. He was a hulking black man, with huge arms and shoulders. She had been a cheerleader when he was the quarterback. For some reason, she still trusted him.
She did not trust Pierce. He eyed her hungrily. The jacket did a good job of concealing her impressive bust, but even through the jacket he could tell she had an excellent set of knockers. "You heard me," he finally replied, standing beside her now. Janet looked at him, then twisted away as he reached up and toyed with the top button on her jacket. His other arm slipped about her waist.
"Let us see these natural titties of yours, babe. Your husband is always bragging about them, you know. It's his fault your in this fix now. If he hadn't told me what great boobs you have, I wouldn't even be asking to see them."
Janet pouted prettily. She looked again at Jack Dumont. His eyes stared right back at her. She felt Pierce fooling with the button to her jacket again, and looked down to realize he had actually undone the first button. Ever buttoned all the way up, the jacket left a bit of her chest exposed. With even the first button open, Janet realized she was showing a nice amount of cleavage.
"Jim, please," she gasped, and twisted away from him.
"Make up your mind, Ms. Moore," Dumont snapped, and then walked away from her towards the house.
"It's just a harmless little striptease," Pierce said, taking her arm and leading her into the house after Dumont. Janet looked over her shoulder, and was glad to see Eric following them.
She hadn't even said she would do it, but he was leading her into a large living room. Dumont was already on the couch, and there was a huge bearskin rug in the middle of the floor.
Pierce left her standing in the middle of the floor, and sat at the other end of the couch.
"Um, I'm not sure," she began, and then started again, "All I have to do is strip and you'll extend it for another month, right?"
"That's right babe," Ben Pierce said. His eyes bored into hers until she looked away. She glanced at Eric. He had taken off his jacket -- all he had on was a tight t-shirt and black slacks. She realized she could see a large bulge in the slacks, and glanced away, blushing.
God, she could not believe this was happening. They were supposed to be high-class people, but here she was stripping for her husband's bankers so they did not take her home!
Janet slowly raised her arms, and slipped the next button open, and then the next. She paused there, looking back and forth between the two men on the couch. Her jacket had opened further, and her frilly bra was now visible. Her soft tit flesh pushed against the cups, over flowing them, looking like they would fall out if she bent over to far.
She found herself staring at Piece's crotch -- Eric looked like he was well hung, but the bulge in Piece's lap was huge.
"I think she needs some help, Eric. Why don't you help her?" Pierce said suddenly, reaching down and rubbing the large lump in his pants.
Janet jerked her eyes away, blushing furiously.
She did not see Dumont nod to Eric, and did not even notice him moving until he was standing right behind her. She had just slipped the next button open -- there were only two more to go -- she felt his big hands lightly touching her hips. Then his breath was against her throat. "Don't worry, Janet," he whispered against her throat. His thick, sensuous lips and his hot breath made a soft shiver go through Janet's slight 5'3" frame. She felt his hard body pressing against hers, and then drew in a sharp breath when she felt something even harder pushing against her soft, plush ass.
"I'll just help you undo these last buttons, babe, and then I'll go back over there."
"Thank you for not taking advantage of me, Eric," she said. "Ohnnn, maybe you shouldn't do that!" she gasped as his mouth opened on the silky skin of her throat. As he sucked and licked at the burning skin on her neck, his hands found the lush curve of her hips, pulling the fine curve of her ass back against his crotch.
Janet's legs trembled at the feel of the big dick pushing into her ass. She could not believe how large it felt. Her husband had a nice cock, about eight inches. She had thought all cocks must be the same size -- her husband was the only man she had ever slept with.
She felt his hands moving around her. They traced her belly and her ribs, and then nudged her hands out of the way and unfastened the last two buttons of the jacket. His hands slid upwards, pulling her jacket aside. "Do you mind if I feel these titties up for a second?" Eric asked. Before Janet could say anything, his big hot hands were cupping both of her large breasts.
Janet blew out a deep, hissing breath. "Uhhnnn, Eric, please! I just want to strip and get this over with!"
"You teased me enough back in high school you bitch," Eric whispered into her ear as he began kneading her sensitive knockers through the thin silk bra. "Now its my turn!"
Janet blew out a deep breath as Eric's fingers caressed and kneaded her firm flesh. His hands felt to hot, and she was uncomfortably aware of how stiff her nipples were, and the fact that she had her back arched, and was pressing the soft roll of her ass back against his raging cock.
"Ohn, Mr. Dumont, please, you said I just had to strip!"
"Yeah, that's right, strip for us!" Pierce said, and laughed. Eric stopped mauling her titties, and then he was peeling the jacket from her slim shoulders. Janet covered her heaving knockers with her arms. She felt Eric's hands on her back. Then his fingers were at the edge of her skirt. They were behind her. She felt him unfasten the button, and then let out a gasp as he jerked the zipper at the back of the skirt down.
"Uhnn!" she said softly, and blushed all over again when he peeled the skirt over her lush hips.
It fell to the floor in a puddle around her delicate feet. Ben Pierce and Jack Dumont stared at her with intense, quiet eyes that frightened her more than catcalls could have done.
She was perfect. The small panties she had on cradled her pussy, and the thigh high stockings she wore showed off her thighs perfectly, just the right amount of muscle in the slimness.
Almost all of her ass was exposed, a fact she became aware of when Eric's big hands slipped to her ass. He cupped one firm, lush cheek in each hand and began kneading the soft moons until he heard a small gasp from woman in front of him. He turned her, still not believing what luck led her to this house today. He glanced at Jack and Ben sitting on the couch. They were both grinning widely.
