In Greek mythology the female name for revenge was Nemesis.
Scott could not take his eyes off the voluptuous blonde at the end of the bar. Her wavy hair looked as if it had been styled on a Hollywood sound set. Her blue sleeveless dress hugged her body, showing off every sensual curve. Her breasts (Which he guessed to be a 36DD) strained against the fabric in a lustful manner as if begging to be set free. Her perfectly shaped ass was accented by two long sensual legs. She was simply one of the most seductive creatures he had ever laid eyes on, and resolved by the end of the night, that gorgeously gifted body would be wrapped around his own.
Scott was a quintessential ladies man. He had cheated on nearly every female he had been with, and the latest victim was Amy, whom he had been seeing for nearly six months. During that time he had been with three other women, and she was none the wiser; that is until the evening that Sharon, Amy's best friend caught him at a college bar downtown with his hands down some gals jeans feeling up her ass while kissing her on the neck. She took some photos with her cell phone and the next day had the heart rendering task of showing it to Amy.
Amy was not going to be a victim laying down. The two thought of every possible revenge before hitting on a plan guaranteed to bring the playboy to his knees and make him the laughing stock of every one who knew him.
Room 214B, the Excelsior Motel.
Amy and Sharon rang the door bell and fidgeted nervously as they awaited the response. The door opened and a ravishing blonde with hypnotic eyes and a smile that would melt butter greeted them.
"Are you Monique?"Amy inquired nervously.
The female smiled and ushered them inside. The room was quite comfy and luxurious with art deco paintings and stylish furniture. Duran Duran could be heard playing low on the stereo in the background as they took a seat.
"So what it is exactly that I can do for you two?" Monique remarked as she slipped into a love seat facing the two girls.
"We want to hire you for a very special project. Not so much a night of sex as some old fashion payback,"Amy informed the curious girl.
"Still going to cost you $150 per hour," Monique replied, fully expecting them to simply leave.
"The money is no object. One hour should be more than enough to pull this off," Amy replied. "I—I hate to sound rude but..."
"Oh yes, you want to see if I have the right equipment, is that it?" Monique remarked.
"Yes, I am really sorry, but this has to work just right,"Amy replied.
The two girls watched intently as Monique arose from the table and sauntered over towards them. She was wearing a white halter top with no bra and her massive breasts were dancing wildly inside. She stopped directly in front of them and quickly removed the top, tossing it to the side giving the girls a clear view of the twins. Her firm midriff was bare and a pair of red shorts hugged her shapely bottom. Slipping her fingers into the elastic bands of the shorts she gently tugged them down, along with the light green panties she wore underneath.
