"Hi, Jeanette," he said. He was a good looking kid, with straight fair hair and a broad strong face. His was muscular too, in a way that Jeanette found disgusting.

Then another man walked in, and Jeanette jumped off the sofa. The man dropped a very large bag just inside the door. The man was tall, muscular, slimmer than Stan, and had thick dark hair. His face had a dark side to it, Jeanette thought, but that wasn't the thing that got her to her feet.

"Hey, Jeanette, this is Galvin," Robin said.

In the doorway there was a giggle, and Jeanette turned, her face red with rage, to see another couple standing there. The man was older, probably in his late thirties or early forties. Hanging on his arm was a tall, slim, dark haired girl who couldn't have been more than nineteen. She was made up to accentuate her pouting, pretty face and her dark, smoldering eyes. She wore a black leather shirt that was open below her two small, thrusting tits and a black leather mini-skirt that was slit at the side well above her black stocking tops. On her feet were a pair of six-inch black heels. She had a black collar around her neck, and was fingering it shamelessly.

"This is Vince and Cora," Robin said. "Vince is an expert at this sort of thing, but Galvin's here to do the work. We're just here to watch and enjoy." She moved over to Stan and slipped her hand around his neck.

"Enjoy what?" Jeanette asked.

"Teaching you manners," Robin answered. "Don't say I didn't warn you."

"What the fuck are you on about?" Jeanette yelled.

"You little whore!" Galvin snarled, and lunged toward Jeanette.

"Patience, patience," Vince said coolly, stopping Galvin in mid-stride. "You must learn patience. Everything is much sweeter then."

He nodded at a chair, and Cora instantly rushed to it, brushing it off with a handkerchief. He nodded at her and sat down.