It had been several days since the revelation of who Cindy was really working for. She obviously had a myriad of questions which David had answered candidly and it seemed that it wasn't as bad as she had thought. He wasn't the stereotype portrayed by the church and she was safe from his wrath as long as she did what he asked now and then. He made it abundantly clear that it wouldn't be anything evil or bad. That was his domain. Even driving the woman insane by revealing himself to her wasn't all that bad. She had deserved it and was now in a little padded hell of her own making. As she contemplated all this, the phone rang. It was David, speak of the Devil. Cindy burst out laughing.
"What's so amusing?" he asked on the other end of the line. She told him and he joined in her unintentional joke, laughing along with her.
"Why don't you pop up for a drink." He suggested. "I may have a little job for you that could prove mutually beneficial to both of us." Leaving her new apartment ten minutes later, Cindy took the elevator up to David's penthouse.
"Come in, the doors open." He called out just as Cindy was about to knock. How did he do that she wondered and then remembered; he was the Devil. He was pouring them both a drink when she entered the room. "Here you go." He said, handing her a glass. They both took a seat in the lounge room. "Cheers." He said raising his glass.
"So, what's this little task?" Cindy asked, knowing in the back of her mind it would involve taking her clothes off.
"Later this afternoon, I am hosting a drinks party for two very influential business men that I want to discredit privately so they will be more inclined to give me what I ask. That's where you come in."
"In other words, you want me to fuck them. Couldn't you get a hooker to do that?"
"No, it all needs to seem legitimate with you having a good reason to be there. The reason is that you want to offload the one apartment you aren't living in. I have already sounded them out and they both seemed interested. This way, I will get what I want and you will undoubtedly get to deposit a cool million or so in your bank account."
"Now that you put it like that, I guess I could fuck one or both of them for you." she said.
"Preferably both." He told her. "The plan is, you show them the apartment and later when you all come back up here, I make an excuse to leave unexpectedly, leaving you to it."
"How should I dress?" she asked.
"I'm thinking come-fuck-me classy." He replied with an evil grin.
"Works for me." She said, downing her drink and grinning back at him. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a mirror to stand in front of."
Five hours later after a call from David, she made her grand entrance. David was stood talking with two other men, all with drinks in hand. As she walked towards them, all eyes were on her and she could tell that the time spent in front of the mirror was paying off. Her legs were shaved immaculately, like the cunt hidden inside her panties. Her plain short black dress was a stunner and hugged her every curve. She knew she had caught their attention as all conversation had stopped and both David's guests just stared at her approaching with their mouths open.
"Gentlemen, let me introduce you to Cindy. Cindy, this is Larry." he said. Larry held out his hand, shaking hers softly. "And this is Robert." He said indicating his other Guest.
"Call me Bob." said the man, holding his hand out eagerly. She shook it and with a beaming smile, told them it was good to meet them.
Apparently, Larry and Bob were both VPs of powerful rival stock broking firms. Buddies since childhood, they were still good friends and enjoyed the friendly rivalry between their respective companies.
"David tells us you have an apartment for sale in this great building." Bod said.
"I do." she replied.
"Why don't we all have another drink and then maybe you'd like to show them it." David suggested. Both men agreed eagerly. As they all sat down in the lounge, Cindy made sure to give both men a good look at her legs under her short dress. Wriggling to make herself comfortable, she tried to give each a glimpse of white panties too. Some would have argued that it should have been black panties to match the dress, but she knew that men responded to white more. White stood out more and invoked thoughts about what lay beneath.
Try as they might, both men were finding it hard to make conversation. David had obviously been telling them tales about her and they were almost salivating. She could feel their eyes boring between her legs as they attempted to seem like they weren't. After their drinks were empty, Cindy took them down to her vacant apartment and showed them through it. Both were impressed and told her so. The tour of the apartment over, all three made their way back to the penthouse.
"How was it?" David asked Bob and Larry.
"Brilliant." Larry replied. "I could be interested at the right price."
"Me too." Bob chimed in.
"That's good." Cindy said. "Because I have another just the same that could also be for sale. Right on cue, David's mobile rang. He answered it and made a show of having a frustrating call with the person on the other end.
"I'm sorry gents." He said to his guests. "Something important has come up and I have to leave for a while. Cindy is a dear friend and I hope you won't mind if I leave you both in her good hands. There's plenty to eat and drink, just help yourselves." Both men made a show of disappointment, but all each could think of was having a crack at the Asian cunt hidden under Cindy's little black dress. Grabbing his keys and jacket, David walked out the front door.
"Let's have another drink." Bob suggested, eager to ply Cindy with liquor. Larry agreed and made to the bar to pour them all a fresh glass. If they were doing it to get me in the mood, they are wasting their time, Cindy thought. She had watched a porno in preparation before she came and her cunt was wet before she had walked in the front door. She went along with it anyway. Left among the wolves, it wasn't long before they made their move.
"We hear you often like to negotiate privately." Bob suggested, his words full of hidden meaning.
"What has David been telling you about me." She said innocently.
"That you can be very creative." Bob said, hoping he was getting the message across and that what he had heard was true.
