I guess the butt plug is out of the bag now.
They turn their heads to look at me.
“You have to do something for us in return first,” Enzo says.
I gulp, but yet again, my mouth is way ahead of my brain.
“Anything,” I reply. The saying should be "hell hath no determination like a virgin wanting to get laid."
“Join us for Christmas Eve dinner.” The invitation comes from Dario.
“Dinner?”
“Yes,” Marco answers, glancing at his watch. “In thirty minutes, to be exact.”
“That’s it? That’s all I have to do? And then you’ll do me?”
“Yes, then we’ll do you,” Dario says, grinning as if he finds me amusing.
“Okay, fine. I guess I could eat.”
“Good,” Enzo says.
I’m startled when Dario pulls out his phone and snaps a picture of me, clumsily redressed as I am.
“What was that for?”
“As titillating as your outfit is, dinner is a formal affair, and you need to be dressed appropriately.”
Umm, do these men realize that’s not how women’s clothes work? You don’t just take a picture, and voilà, we’re dressed in formal wear.
“The bathroom is through there if you want to freshen up in the meantime,” Enzo says.
I seize the opportunity to escape them. I need to regroup and possibly re-examine my brain.
Even before the door is closed, I start to hyperventilate. Everything that’s happened to me in the last half hour bombards my senses all at once.
Trying to make sense of it is a losing battle no matter how many times I try. So, I’m just going to go with it. I have no idea how much time has passed before my thoughts finally settle, allowing me to focus on the here and now.
I splash water on my face, belatedly remembering my makeup. It’s not like I have anything to touch it up with. I’m unsure what to do about my clothes. Do I contort my body again to fit into the corset, or…
A knock on the door makes me jump.
“Ready?” Marco asks. Surprisingly, I recognize his voice without seeing him.
Ready for dinner? Ready to give up my virginity before I get engaged tomorrow?
“Can you come out here?” Enzo says.
“We have something for you,” Dario adds. I pay attention to organisms, not people so how do I know their voices through a closed door after such a short time? How am I already this in tune with them?
I open the door, eager to see what they have for me and I’m shocked.
Enzo holds up a beautiful dress in a soft, subtle red hue, the skirt floor-length and flared with tulle. The top is long-sleeved, and the bodice is made of luxurious lace and silk.
Dario carries a pair of designer stilettos in his hands, the color a darker red than the dress.
If I think Marco will complete the look with underwear, I’m wrong. Well, not so wrong that I’m on another planet, but I’m definitely in the same ballpark since the panties and what Marco is holding in his hand go to the same place.
