Nora Jane took a long look at herself in the floor to ceiling mirror, admiring the fruits of her latest visit to the salon. Her long, glossy dark hair caressed the curve of her breasts, streaked throughout with strands of gold. The highlights caught the green in her pale hazel eyes, causing them to flash most attractively. She sighed contentedly, pleased with the effect.
It was a charmed life. The young wife had been born into richness, then married into it as a girl barely out of her teens. Her husband, a spoiled and pompous young conservative, spent most of his time at football games or playing golf at country clubs. He had very little interest in his beautiful wife, which meant that Nora Jane had all the time in the world to enjoy herself. Her husband was kind and what's more, he understood her needs. All in all, it was a great arrangement. She worked out, shopped, traveled, and pursued her interests without hindrance.
Tweaking her nipples, she laughed and strode to her bed. The new heels killed her feet, but they were a necessary pain for the image she needed to present. Her mother in law was having a tea party and Nora Jane needed to look perfect. She hated the woman, but loved the society that came with her. Nora Jane reached for the pale pink sundress strewn across the bed.
"Damn!"
She jerked upwards at the loud masculine curse and rolled her eyes. Those god damned workers made such a ruckus! Of course, it was another necessary pain. The disturbance wouldn't last much longer and the house was going to look lovely after the additions. Still, the crew of three men made her quite nervous. So nervous that she tended to hide in her wing of the house while they worked. Once they caught sight of her coming in from the pool and Nora Jane had felt certain they were thinking about more than their work. Even now, her nipples tightened with the memory of how their eyes roved down her body.
Ignoring this, she quickly dressed, put her face on, and collected herself in front of the mirror again. Oh, she looked so pretty. So graceful and fashionable. Her legs were long and shapely, her waist narrow, her breasts large and full. She flashed herself a smile before leaving the room.
She again cursed the workers as she made her way down the hall. The place was a mess and they were so loud. So crude. She was forced to rise early every morning because of their inconsiderateness. And now... What was that smell? Cigarette smoke?! In her beautiful home?!
"Excuse me!" She burst into the main hall and pivoted around to look at them all, hands on her hips. They stared at her, three men ranging from 25 to 40 years old. One of them seemed to be the Leader and he stared with what appeared to be an amused smile.
"Is someone smoking in my home?" she demanded, tossing her head. "This is outrageous. I can smell smoke nearly all the way to my bedroom. Are you in the habit of doing this in all of your client's homes?"
Stone silence fell over the room before the Leader retorted. "Are you in the habit of parading your little ass around every man you see?"
Nora Jane started in surprise. Was he out of his mind?
"E-e-excuse me? What did you say?"
He stepped away from the doorway he had been leaning against and moved towards her. She took a small step back and felt fear rising in her chest. Why hadn't she kept her mouth shut?
"I asked if you were in the habit of showing your sweet ass off to every guy in town." He backed her against the wall, staring down at her like a hungry tiger. Nora Jane, who was 5'8", felt positively dwarfed by him. He was powerfully built and had to be at least 6'2".
"I don't think you have any business talking to me that way."
He looked her up and down, then turned towards his buddies. He jerked his head towards the table they had set up for tools. They moved to clear it and Nora Jane's stomach tightened with anxiety. What the hell? This was turning into some kind of vulgar story like the ones she read on an erotica website.
She swallowed nervously and smiled, "I-I'm sorry. I guess it was rude of me to come in here like that. I'll just be on my way. You see, my mother in law is waiting for me. There's this tea party---" Before she could finish, the Leader reached down and began unzipping his pants.
"What are you doing?! This is ridiculous!" Nora Jane made a dash towards the front door, but the Leader had her in a tight grip before she could take three steps. She screamed as he manuevered her towards the table, where his buddies were waiting, stroking their now exposed cocks.
She struggled as she was set on the table, but the Leader gave her a smart smack across the face. "If you don't settle down, we'll have to hurt you bad, baby. So bad your prick of a husband won't recognize you. You don't want that, do you?"
Tears blossomed in her eyes as she shook her head. "That's a good girl."
She gasped as his hands shot out and began unbuttoning her dress. She could hear the flap of flesh as the other workers coaxed their cocks into hardness. The Leader muttered thickly as he went from button to button.
"You stupid little slut. Strutting around here, showing yourself off, acting like a spoiled princess who can't be touched. Spoiled cunts like you need a lesson and you're gonna get it. Fuck, look at these tits!"
The dress was now open to her naval and her tits, the huge mounds of flesh straining against her lace bra, were completely exposed. She shuddered, tears continuing to flow from her eyes. One of the workers groaned as he watched them wobble in the cups.
Nora Jane recognized the hunger and anger in their eyes as something she had rarely experienced with her past lovers. It terrified her, especially when the Leader growled and ripped the rest of the dress open, sending buttons flying.
"Please let me go! I won't tell anyone, just please let me go!" She begged, her body shaking with sobs. The Leader stared at her solemnly, then flipped open a knife. Nora Jane shut up immediately, staring in wide eyed terror as he placed the tip of the knife under her bra between her breasts. He drew the moment out a few seconds and cut through the material, the bra falling away at her sides and her tits spilling out in all their glory.
