I lay on the lounger beside the pool. The sky was blue. The sun was hot, hot on my naked back. I was nude, of course I was. He didn't like tan lines. I sipped my drink. Iced water, with a slice of lemon. I looked over the top of my sunglasses. My daughter lay a few metres away. She was asleep, flat on her back, her legs splayed. Her tanned skin glistened, a mixture of sweat and sun cream. I watched a bead of perspiration, as it rolled down her pussy, then disappeared between the cheeks of her bum. There was a splash in the pool. A splash as he pushed away from the edge, as he swam another length. A year ago I didn't know he existed. Was it really only a year? I knew it was, it was a few days after my birthday. I was thirty-five that year, happily married. A house in the suburbs. My daughter had just turned eighteen, it was the year she was due to go to University. My husband a banker in the city. I dragged my eyes away from my daughter's hairless cunt and closed my eyes................
We sat at a table, outside the cafΓ©, drinking latte's, hers with a shot of caramel syrup.
"So what's it to be, you don't want to go to Uni, so what are you going to do?" I asked her.
"I don't know Mummy, I know I do not want to go to university, well not now. Perhaps travel, take a year, and see what happens, keep my options open."
"Mmm, maybe." I replied doubtfully.
"You'll talk to Daddy then?" She asked.
"We'll see, you are eighteen, so it is up to you, but you need to have a firm plan of what you'll do in this year."
"I know, but you'll talk to him?"
"Yes darling, I'll talk to him. He'll agree, you know he will, but you do need a plan."
I put my foot on the edge of the bed, and rolled the stocking up my leg, then fastened it to my suspender.
"Where are we going again?" I asked my husband.
"Just to a cocktail party darling," he replied.
"You said, but who is this Charles, I've never heard of him, you've never mentioned him before."
"Oh I'm sure I have, anyway he's a client, an important client Natasha."
"Alright Tris, but why are we taking Emily?"
"He wants to meet all the family. Family is especially important to him, and his company," Tristan replied.
I smoothed my little black dress down. I was ready, or so I thought. How little I knew.
He was about fifty. Tall, athletic. Handsome. He kissed me on each cheek, then greeted Emily in the same way. Charles wasn't like any of Tris' other work friends, and this wasn't like any other business party Tris had taken me too. I couldn't put my finger on it, but Tris was on edge, nervous even.
"Natasha, you don't mind, only I need to borrow Tristan for a few moments, Anna will entertain you and Emily." Charles said as he ushered Tris away.
I wondered who, or what Anna was. She was long legged and wearing a very short skirt.
Anna opened a bottle of champagne and poured a glass for both me and Emily. She chatted away as we waited, her skirt riding up, revealing a pair of pure white panties. We didn't have to wait for long.
Tristan and Charles joined us, only with them was a huge guy, with a long scar down the right side of his face, and he had Tristan's arm twisted up behind his back.
"What the hell do you think you're doing," I yelled.
"Glad you asked Natasha," Charles replied.
Then he told me. Told me the bits he wanted me to know, what he wanted Emily to know.
Tristan had borrowed money from him, borrowed it to feed his gambling habit. He owed Charles, owed him big. Tristan had used his position at the bank to feed Charles inside information. But he continued to gamble. His loses increased. Then six months ago, he had been fired. He, we, were broke. Worse we owed Charles.
"Now Natasha, you and Emily ................"
It wasn't a choice, there was no choice. We were the debt security. The house was already owned by Charles, the cars, who knows.
"You bastard Tris, you fucking bastard, you would do this to me, to your daughter!"
I screamed at him. I hit him, beating him with both my fists, until Emily pulled me away.
"It's alright Mum, it's alright," she whispered.
"Its business Natasha, just business," Charles said. "Of course I'll have him roughed up, got to show that I won't be pissed about. But that's later. Now, he can watch, as you two start the payback."
"What do you mean?" I asked.
He laughed at that. Laughed at my naivety.
He took his drink and sat in a deep buttoned leather chair. He made us walk around, in front of him.
I wore black high heels, and a tight black dress. It was tight, every contour of my body outlined in it. Sheer black underwear, and of course stockings. Had Tristan known this would happen, or had he hoped to use me as a barging tool. Did he think that my fucking Charles would give him some extra time? Emily, what about Emily, did think the same about her? A chip to be used in a last throw of the dice? I looked at her, her eyes were wet, she was crying. Bastard.
"Come on ladies, strip!" Charles ordered.
I was resigned to my fate. But not Emily.
"Look Charles, you can have me, but not Emily."
"No go, lady. Your husband used you both as surety. Now get your dresses off."
I took a deep breath, reached behind me, with shaking hands, unzipped my dress, then slid it off my shoulders, before letting it fall to the floor.
He sat staring at me. I might as well have been naked. The cups of my bra were transparent, as were my knickers. I felt my nipples harden, he saw them. I watched his eyes, as they travelled down to my cunt, clearly visible behind the sheer veil of my panties.
"I like a shaved cunt," Charles said, "Now you sweet stuff."
"Wait," I said. I turned to the muscle holding Tristan. "Punch him, punch him hard. Hurt him, but don't knock him out, I want him to see what he has done."
The muscle looked at Charles, who must have given him the go ahead. I watched as he punched Tristan, heard the impact of the punch, the satisfying crunch as his nose broke.