He was ugly. His lips were thin and hard and his nose was bulbous and veined, his sparse hair lay like a cobweb on his head, but his eyes were glinting with animal lust. His gaze was taking her in, prying deep beneath her dress and uncovering every inch of her flesh.

She glanced over at Conrad who was sitting on the couch and merely nodded to her that she was doing just fine.

"Give the boys a good time, love," he finally said. "I'm sure you'll be amply rewarded."

"Yes indeed," they all said in unison. "I haven't had such a young piece in a long time. This is going to be a real pleasure!"

Conrad went over and put on some low, soft mood music and hinted to Cynthia that perhaps she could start by doing a strip for them.

She hadn't counted on this. She didn't mind stripping in front of Conrad, because she knew that this stimulated him, but she had hoped that the room would be dark when she had to be with the other men. She didn't want to see their faces, didn't want to have to face the fact that she was just giving her body to men that repulsed her.

She stood there frozen to the spot for several minutes when Conrad said impatiently, "Well, my dear. Let's get with it!"

She had never heard his voice so commanding, but she thought that this was just because the other men were there and he wanted to show his authority.

Slowly she moved from behind the bar and began to sway in time with the music, rotating her hips sensually. She stood on her toes, stretching her body and throwing her fully rounded bosom forward as she reached behind her and began to undo the zipper of her dress. The material slid off easily over the silky sheerness of her lingerie and she stood in front of the men clothed only in her half-brassiere, garter belt, black silk stockings and sheer bikini briefs. An almost inaudible gasp came from all the men as they stared at the perfect proportions of her young, supple body.