I woke, I could feel hands running up my legs. I liked the sensation. It took me a moment to realise where I was. The masseuse continued, kneading my bottom. I stretched my neck. It felt as if I was laying on two pillows. Two large pillows. My new tits. My big new, E- cup breasts.
We walked to the refreshment lounge, wrapped in big white fluffy towelling robes. Mineral waters in hand, we found two armchairs in a corner.
"These take some getting used to," Cindy said, indicating her two twin E-cups.
"Tell me about it, and they wanted us to go to an F. The girls are jealous, they want an increase as well."
Alice Coward walked past, and hissed "whores," as she went.
"That woman is really starting to get right up my nose." ...
"We need a girl then, the same as we did when we lured Tris," Cindy said. "Obviously, none of us he knows us for one."
"Ashley," Cindy said, at the same time as Michelle.
"Who is Ashley?" Charles asked.
"My cousin," Michelle said. "Eighteen, but looks like she's fourteen, with two fried eggs for tits. Freckles. Nice bum though."
"Does he know her, know she's your niece?" Charles asked Cindy.
"No, definitely not. And she plays tennis. I'll talk to my sister."...
We didn't tell her the whole story. She didn't need to know. Would she still have agreed to Ashley doing it if she had known, maybe. Maybe not. To catch the pervert that had touched up Emily, touched up other girls. Touched up Michelle. Oh yes.
They rented a cottage, not far from the sea. Ashley was enrolled into Emily's college, not that she'd ever go there, just a back story, Alice knew everyone. She joined the tennis club. The game was afoot.
Why didn't we just watch, and wait for him to approach any girl? Fair question, one we had asked ourselves, argued through. No, it had to be someone we had planted. We needed to be in control. We didn't need him paying some one off, denying it had happened, or god forbid, the Police becoming involved. We knew the result we wanted to achieve. Sit back and wait...
Tina wasn't stupid. We sat in the lounge one evening, the week after they had arrived. Ashley was just back from the tennis club, her second session. Thankfully, she could play tennis.
"So, what is it you all do for a living?" Tina asked.
"Corporate entertainment, we are lucky, we often work together," Cindy said.
"Corporate entertainment, mmm, if you say so. And the boob jobs, part of the package?"
"Well, they want us to look good, and it was well, available at a good price," Cindy lied.
"You know some of the implants have been recalled don't you," Tina said.
"Yes, Natasha was unlucky, had to have hers re-done. Mine were, well getting on, so I had mine re-done. Better safe than sorry."
"And your boss paid for them I take it, he pays for a lot doesn't he. Holidays, you're always somewhere when we talk, and those clothes, wow, I could use a job like that. Could use tits like those. I might have to go for an interview."
"Mummy," Emily called, as she walked from her bedroom. "Oh, sorry Tina, didn't know you were here."
It was a month since Tina had arrived, together with her daughter Ashley. Emily carried a dress over her arm. She wore a pair of red knickers, silk, tiny. They were almost not there.
"Wow," said Tina, "now I really know I want a pair of those."
"A pair of what Mum," Ashley said, taking us all by surprise as she arrived back from yet another tennis lesson. "Oh, they're...big."
"Can I?" asked Tina.
Emily didn't mind, she never had. Tina cupped her right breast, squeezed, then weighed it.
"Feels natural, great shape, but I'm not sure about the size, what are you?"
"I'm a DD the same as Michelle, but Mummy and Cindy are both E cups," Emily said.
"Will mine grow that big," asked Ashley, "or will they just be like yours Mum."
"They'll be like mine sweetie, but you can always have them made like Emily' or bigger like Auntie Cindy. It'll be up to you."
"Good, I'll have them like Auntie Cindy, though Alex says he likes little ones." Ashley said dropping the bombshell.
"He said what," Tina asked.
"He said he prefers little ones, like mine." Ashley said.
"Did he touch you?" I asked.
"No, well not really. His hand brushed against me, but it was just an accident. Can I touch Emily's please?"
He didn't do anything else for a week, then he made his move, slowly, but steadily. Every lesson, he'd touch her, "accidentally" at first, then, when she didn't complain, he became bolder, then bolder still. He brought her things. Little things. Complimented her. Stroked her bottom, lifted her tennis skirt, and stroked her bottom. I thought Tina was going to explode. We watched, in Charles' office, on the CCTV screen. Charles had cameras everywhere, he wanted Alex Coward, now more than ever.
"When do we confront the creep?" Tina asked.
"Not just yet Tina, from what Emily has told me, Alice gets involved. Let's see." Charles said.
"But that's my daughter!" Tina exclaimed.
"Yes, and she's safe. We have someone monitoring the screens. Three heavies just along the corridor. She'll be fine, you know she will."...
We dressed carefully. Charles had emphasised how important this party was. He didn't elaborate. He didn't have to not to us. Ashley had watched us. Watched us apply our makeup, pack our cases. Roll our stockings up our legs. Fasten them to our suspender belts.
"Natasha, can I have lingerie like yours," Ashley asked.
"Yes, why not," I told her. "Look, I get home on Sunday afternoon. Monday I'll take you shopping, see what we can find in your size. Now let me put my knickers on, please."
"Mummy says you're a prostitute, do you get paid a lot?" Ashley asked.
"Yes Ashley, I am and yes I do get paid a lot of money." I replied.
"Can I get a job where you work?" Ashley asked...
Was he never doing to make a move? We sat watching the monitor, waiting. Ashley was having yet another lesson. She was good, not world class, or anything. But a good young club player. He watched her. Sat behind her, so every time her skirt flipped up, he had a grandstand seat view of her bottom. Michelle had been right she did have a nice bum. Pert, shapely. Crisp white sports knickers stretched across her cheeks. Alex Coward was mesmerised, his gazed fixed on one spot. Ashley's bum.
The game ended Ashley skipped into the changing rooms. Alice followed. That was unusual. We sat forward on our seats, Cindy, Tina, and me. Our concentration intense. We watched as Ashley stripped off for her shower, Alice talking to her. She showered, emerging wrapped in a white fluffy towel. Alice was still there. The door opened Alex walked in. Into the ladies changing room. The guy beside me, one of Charles' heavies was on the radio. Alex stroked Ashley's face, then kissed her. She tried to push him away, then Alice was there, holding her, holding Ashley. Her towel on the floor.
"Standby," he heavy said into the radio.
Alex's hand was between her legs. Alice, kissing her mouth, squeezing her breasts.
"Go, go, go. Now, now, now!" ...
Champagne flowed, almost like tap water. Music played. Waitresses moved effortlessly around the room, topping a glass here, a glass there. Canapés. Women eating them without smudging their lipstick. A famous face, or three. Smart but casual, all wearing the right clothes. The right clothes and the way one drank signalled the right sort. The right old school, like some sort of coded message. They all talked the in same, clipped, and if not upper class, then upper middle way. There was the odd exception of course. Not new money, no that wouldn't do, but a skilled sportsman here and there. One or two highflyers, of course. A select gathering. Here to drink, be merry. Here to fuck. A hand squeezed my bottom, then cupped the cheek. I let him, sipping my drink. I looked around the room. Someone had their hand up Cindy's dress. A moment later he led her away, Emily and Michelle were on the far side of the room, with two eager chaps.
A thirty something city type escorted me from the room, and along the corridor to his room. He was sweet. Polite, charming, and good looking. The sort of guy that I would have liked Emily to come home with, and not so we could share. He smelt nice, had manicured fingernails. He was on me in a flash, pushing me onto the bed, his lips mashing on mine. His tongue in my mouth, his hands everywhere. We rolled over, so now I was on top, he lifted my skirt, his hands on my bum, his fingers inside my knickers. He traced my anus, then found my pussy.
"Fuck, you're wet," he said in surprise.
He fingered me, my dress around my waist, my panties pulled to one side. I lifted, and reached down, unzipped him, pulled his cock from his trousers. He was hard. I angled it, then sank onto its hardness, sinking down, taking it all. I wanted it. Needed it. Fucked it. I fucked him, fucked him hard, enjoying the length, the girth. He filled me, his face between my breasts.
"In your arse darling?"
"Mm," I murmured, an orgasm almost there. I ground down, and came, my head back, mouth open, "yes..."...
The hood was removed from Alex Coward's head. He was tied, his arms above his head, suspended from a beam. Naked. We were in a warehouse on the outskirts of town.
"You've been a naughty boy old son," Alan said.
"Fuck off," Alex responded, his posh accent gone.
"If you say so," Alan replied.
He walked away, but only as far as the other end of the room. She was there, the bitch. Alice fucking Coward. She was spread-eagled. Naked, vulnerable. Her nakedness stark, as she was bathed in bright white light.
Alan nodded, and one of the heavies who had rescued Ashley, grabbed one of her nipples, twisted it violently. Suddenly, painfully. Alice screamed. Then screamed again, as her other nipple was twisted. The heavy said nothing. Alan said nothing. The heavy walked behind her, her eyes were wide, wide with terror. Terror of the unknown. A sudden crack broke the silence. She cried out, then cried out a second time, as the whip struck her naked arse. Her body wasn't bad I noted. Her breasts a C-cup, her waist taut, tennis, swimming and golf had kept her in trim. The whip struck again, then again. She screamed, begged them to stop. She was ignored. Twenty lashes, each as hard as the first. She whimpered now, sobbed. Begged. Her back and bum bloodied. No-one spoke to her. No-one asked her anything. No-one wanted anything from her.
Alan asked Alex a question. One simple question. "How many girls have you abused?"
"Fuck off," he replied again.
