It had been a long day at school. Cadence came home and dropped her 10 pound book bag in the chair that sat by the door. In the last few weeks of her senior year, she couldn't be anymore over school. School no longer challenged her, no longer was fun. The people were dull, the material was dull, her life had slowly became dull.
Cadence danced off to her room in the back of the house. Ever since she was a freshman she usually got home early enough where she would have the house to herself for at least 2 hours. Nobody ever knew what she did in that time. Her parents believed she just watched tv and did occasional chores, her brother thought she talked with her "annoying" best friend over facetime, really nobody knew the truth.
When Cadence entered her walk in closet she peeled the uncomfortable and unflattering school uniform off of her curvaceous little body. As the khakis and maroon polo laid on the floor she looked up into her full body mirror. She wasn't anything extraordinary, but she knew that she was attractive due to the many stares from the boys she knew from school. Her long tan legs and toned stomach showed she worked outside in her mother's garden quite often, her plump tits were pushed together by her bra, her long golden hair fell down to the small of her back. No matter what the other girls said, she knew she was beautiful and loved admiring herself as she stood there in her black lacy bra and panties.
Soon she turned to put some real clothes on, it was only 12:00 in the afternoon and she could not just waltz around for the rest of the day practically naked. Cadence ended up choosing a purple and white ombre crop top that clung to her as if she were wearing a second skin and a pair of black leggings. Slowly emerging back from her room she walked to the kitchen to read the dreaded list of chores or so called "note" from her mother. When she picked up the little yellow sticky note it surprised her.
"There will be someone coming by around 1 to drop off our new washing machine. Please use your manners and help them with whatever they need. Have them carry it upstairs and into the laundry room. If they have any questions or concerns have them call me."
~Mother
Cadence put the note in the trash and glanced at the time. It was only 12:30, she had some time. She popped a bag of popcorn and plopped down in the living room with phone in hand as she waited. What everyone didn't know about their beloved daughter and little sister was that everyday she came home from school and watched her favorite adult films. Cadence typed in one of her old favorites knowing it always got her off quickly and that she didn't have much time.
Clicking through the multiple pages of adult consent and underage warnings she finally saw the man with the salt and pepper beard appear on the screen. As the video started to play Cadence watched the older man circle the petite blindfolded girl kneeling in the middle of the room. The little brunette was handcuffed to a pole on her knees, gagged, and blindfolded. Cadence always thought the picture was both beautiful and sexy. The man speaks in an authoritative tone and tells the girl all of the humiliating and nasty things he intends on doing to her. By the time the older man is flogging the girl as she rides a vibrating wand, Cadence is already panting with need as her fingers glide frantically over her clit.
All of a sudden she hears a loud bell ring in her ear and she jumps, instantly pulling her hands out her leggings and snapping her head to the front door. Cadence quickly turns off the video and wipes her hands on her pant leg hoping what she was just doing would not be noticeable.
Cadence rose quickly from her place on the couch and skipped over to the door opening it wide to come face to face with two older men and a large cardboard box. She notices in her haze that the two men look about as old as the man in her video and they both were sporting attractive salt and pepper beards. She mustered up her best smile and opened the screen door to talk to the two men.
"Hi, I am assuming you're here to deliver the new washer?" She said meekly.
The two men just stared at her and chuckled. Both men jokingly made short sarcastic remarks and began carrying in the large box containing a heavy washing machine. When they got it inside the placed it in the middle of the room, they turned to look at her.
"It smells good in here, what is that?" The taller and more tan man asked.
"Oh, um, probably the popcorn I popped a little bit ago." Cadence replied hoping he wasn't talking about her own musky scent travelling through the room.
The men shared a look and smiled warm smiles at her.
"Where to, Honey?"
The two men followed the girl through the house and up the stairs to the laundry room as her mother requested.
"Well there you go, one brand new washing machine. Now we just have to go downstairs and take care of some paperwork and we'll be home free, Butch." The smaller more plump man said to the taller one.
Cadence followed the men back down the stairs, attempting to distract herself with her phone. She was horny and couldn't deny herself that these two older men were attractive and did not help her desperate situation.
As she looked up when she neared the bottom of the staircase she noticed both men had turned and were staring at her as she descended the steps, specifically at her bouncing tits. Feeling slightly awkward and uncomfortable, she smiled at them trying to feign confidence as she brushed past them.
"Where would you two like to do the paperwork? Would either of you like a drink? I mean you deserve it, carrying out with my mother's ridiculous request to carry that thing up a flight of stairs." She stated politely, knowing her mother would blow up on her for not using more manners toward these hard-working men.
"Sure, Princess. Kitchen it is." The taller man, who seemed to be in charge agreed.
The two men followed her to the kitchen and took their places leaning against her kitchen counter. Cadence reached for three glasses on the top shelf. She was standing on her tippy toes reaching with her arm at full extension when the tall man pressed himself right against her. Cadence was pinned against the counter as he reached past her and easily grabbed one cup after another. Her heart rate picked up as his hand ran over her shoulder and down her arm, still pinning her against the counter with his pelvis.
"Don't hurt yourself, Princess." He chuckled in her ear.
He backed off from her and went back to his original position. When she composed herself enough to move toward the fridge, she found that both men were intently staring at her with smirks plastered to their faces. Cadence was beginning to regret wearing the outfit she chose and suddenly became very self conscious.
"What would you boys like? We have water, milk, orange juice, and it looks like sprite." She listed off the drinks she saw mindlessly.
"How about a tall glass of you." The shorter man said.
Cadence whipped her head back towards the two men as the taller man shot the small man a glare. She gave an airy laugh to cover her anxiety and grabbed the water pitcher.
"I'll have some water, Sweetheart. Dipshit here doesn't need anything." The taller man said, seemingly sensing she was uncomfortable.
Cadence poured two glasses with ice cold water and placed the pitcher back in the fridge. She couldn't help the anxiety slowly beginning to bubble in her chest and tried to think of an excuse to excuse herself for a few moments.
"Is it cold in here to you guys?" She asked as she traced the rim of the glass with her finger.
"No but we are wearing quite a few more layers than you." The smaller man said.
She giggled and looked down at her outfit choice again. Cadence would have never picked it, if she had only knew company was coming so soon.
"If you don't mind, I'm gonna run to my bedroom really quick and grab a sweatshirt and some socks." She stated and quickly began walking away.
As Cadence went to the back of the house she heard the men talking in the distance. She entered her room quickly and went to the closet, picking out an oversized hoodie that would fall close to her knees. Right as she was about to pull it over her head she felt a large hand stop it. Her heart began to race again and her breathing began to become quite shallow. Cadence couldn't tell if she were still horny or just really scared.
"Not so fast, Princess. You obviously wore this cute little outfit for a reason." She recognized the taller man's husky voice.
The man lifted the hoodie off of her and slowly spun her to face him by her shoulders. Cadence was frantically trying to avoid eye contact and began looking around the room for objects to knock him out with. The man grabbed her chin and slowly lifted it up toward him. She had no choice but to look at him and stare into his hazel-green eyes.
