Lady In The House Ch. 11

"Shall I stay?" Carmel asked Steve submissively.

"Well as been as you can't seem to control the girls that I leave in your charge you better stay and see how it's done?" he answered sarcastically.

"And you, what's yer fucking name? Get over here and I'll make sure you get what you paid for; no refunds here mate," Steve spat at Brendan.

I was still in a daze from my spanking, but now it dawned on me what was about to happen and I began to try to wriggle free. Steve held me down in his lap as Brendan cautiously approached.

"Come on, get it out and put it in her mouth, that's what you paid for ain't it?" Steve sneered.

"Yeah, but, but, I don't think I can do it. You know with you all watching and everything," Brendan whined.

"Bollocks! Carmel, get over here and help out you dumb cunt! You ain't here for decoration," Steve jeered.

Carmel sauntered over. She knew exactly what to do; she had been a pro for most of her life. I continued to struggle and started to kick my legs in vain attempt to escape. Steve slapped me arse again and held me down.

"Keep still you fucking whore," he snapped.

"Carmel, throw that fucking thing over here will you?" Steve asked, pointing off to somewhere in the cell I couldn't see.

Carmel passed something over to Steve and then sidled up to Brendan and wrapped herself around him. She kissed him deeply, her lipsticked lips smothering his and her tongue driving deep inside his mouth. She rubbed her body up against him sliding one leg sensuously up and down his, her stockings rasping against his jeans. Her painted fingernails raked down his shirt and one hand slithered over to his flies and the grating sound of Brendan's zipper being slowly lowered filled the quiet cell.

I continued to struggle in Steve's lap despite the pain in my buttocks but Steve was easily able to hold me down with one hand. The other hand was busy doing something out of my line of sight but heard what sounded like the cap of jar fall on the floor and roll away.