Chapter Two
Seated in the living room he studied the policewoman, whom Lisa had introduced
as Heather, closely. She either did not recognise him or was extremely good. He
would find out which before she died.
"Lets just make sure that we are all playing on the same team here" he
said to them. "I don't want any misunderstandings to spoil the weekend."
Lisa continued to act as spokeswoman. "We are here to please you Derek; in any
way that you want. No limits." She glanced at Heather as if seeking
confirmation. Heather nodded in agreement. "Our ...employer has made it
abundantly clear that your wishes are to be obeyed without question." The
slight change in her voice confirmed that Carlos had ensured the compliance of
these two women.
Derek smiled. "Carlos can be most persuasive." His deliberate use of the
criminal's name failed to draw a response from Heather apart from another nod.
"OK. I would like to take a shower and have some lunch" declared Derek.
"However, before that, what say we er, break the ice, so to speak?"
He gestured with his hands, motioning the two women to come closer and to stand
in front of the couch in which he sat. Derek's tone and choice of words changed
as he began to relax. "Take off your tops. I want to see your tits."
Leaning back, Derek watched avidly, as Lisa began pulling the ends of her
blouse from the waistband of her skirt and carefully undoing the pearl
coloured buttons. Heather had an easier time of it , just pulling her sweater
up and off. Next came the bras, the two women reaching up into their cleavage
to undo the hooks and shrugging the lacy garments off their shoulders like a
man taking off his coat. Without any false modesty, they dropped the
undergarments and stood facing Derek, their arms at their sides.
Two pairs of brownish pink nipples rose and fell gently at the tips of four
beautifully formed breasts which were obviously the work of nature and not
silicone. Tiny blond hairs covered Lisa's torso, which glistened faintly in the
light from the large windows. Heather had slightly darker nipples to match her
chestnut hair.
"I want you ladies to get acquainted. Heather, grab hold of Lisa's nipples
and squeeze them. Hard!" he ordered.
Calmly, Lisa turned to face her female companion. Heather reached up to grip
Lisa's nipples with her thumbs and index fingers, squeezing firmly. Aside from
a gentle hiss of indrawn breath, Lisa did not react to the indelicate
treatment of her nipples. After a moment, Heather glanced at Derek, who
remained silent, obviously waiting. Drawing a breath of her own, Heather
squeezed harder, starting to twist the other woman's crushed nipples.
Derek let Heather continue until signs of obvious discomfort began to show on
Lisa's face. Then he ordered Heather to stop and Lisa to take her turn. Heather
showed the same amount of endurance as Lisa, standing still as her nipples were
roughly squeezed and mistreated. Heather's face was more expressive however,
and her beautiful features moved in time to Lisa's strong fingers as they hurt
her teats.
This little entertainment was enough to put a lump in Derek's pants, so he
decided to go and have his shower. He let Lisa stop hurting Heather's nipples.
Heather relaxed with a sigh of relief.
"Just so you ladies don't get bored while I am way, I want you to play a
little game." The two topless women eyed him suspiciously. "I want you to play
patty-cake with each other's boobs. You slap her left breast, you do it back,
then the right one and so on. Get me?" The girls nodded glumly. "I want to
keep hearing that nice patty-cake sound when I come back" he warned "and if I
don't hear anything then the both of you will be sorry!"
Grinning, Derek strode off towards his room and a relaxing shower, the sound of
female hands slapping female flesh adding a bounce to his stride.
