"Jeans." Zane took another drink of beer. "Hey, Matt," Cherie grabbed him as he passed. "Come on, I wanna fuck."

"Later, whore. We're gonna watch the show. If you're a good girl you can sit on my cock, okay?"

"Ooooh yeah, Matt!" Cherie swung off the table.

She made no attempt to pull her top back over her tits, in fact she eased it right under her tight thrusting globes, showing them off to the best advantage. She walked over to Natalie, her hips swaying, her hands playing with the front of her tiny little denim skirt. Grinning all over her face, she flopped into a chair and threw her legs open again, her finger playing with the sopping wet crotch of her panties.

"Okay." Lance came up to the moaning, struggling Natalie. Behind him Matt leaned on the table, his arms crossed, his cock thrusting at the front of his jeans.

"Wouldn't you love to get up on that table and strip for us?" Lance said softly to Natalie, his hands playing with the next button of her dress.

"No, never!" Natalie sobbed. "Never, whatever you do to me, I won't do it!"

She heaved at the ropes, but they didn't break.

"If you were a real man, you'd let me go. You're just a coward, like the rest of them, having to tie me up. Coward!" she screamed in his amused face.

"Sure." He went over to the wall and slipped the rope free.

Natalie almost collapsed to her knees as the rope fell. She grabbed at the bands, but he was there. He took them and undid them, his disgustingly handsome face smiling all the time. He stood while she massaged the circulation back into her hands.

"Now," he said, "wouldn't you love to strip for us?"

"You coward!" Natalie screamed, and lunged at him.

She bit him with her fists, pounding his chest while he stood there, looking amused at her attempts to hurt him. In a fury Natalie slapped his face, slapped him again and again while he stood, his head hardly moving as her tiny hands hit him.