He looked back at his side of the car while the driver dragged her from the car. She started to scream and he caught her a hard blow on the face. She stumbled back into her seat in shocked surprise.
The blow had not hurt so much as it had stunned her. She had never been struck by anyone before. She had always behaved like a lady and people had treated her like one.
"These gloves are made of a special material," Brad said softly. "They won't mark or scratch you. Mr. Douglas doesn't like for his girls to be scratched."
Before she could fight him he had her dress up to her waist and his hands were underneath her panties. She kicked at him and screamed loudly but he was already pulling her panties down over her long legs.
"How about it, Mr. Douglas?" Brad asked. "Should I continue the lesson?"
"Not yet," Joe said. "Just getting her panties off is enough for this time."
He looked disappointed but he released her. He stuffed her panties into his coat pocket and walked back around to get into the driver's seat.
"Shut the door," Joe commanded her.
She shut the door as she crawled back into the scat beside him.
"Pick up the book," he said.
She picked up the book. He told her to start looking through the pictures once again. She didn't have any choice, so once again she started thumbing through the pictures. The next few pictures were all of girls sucking cocks.
Then she felt numb as she found a picture of Maggie. Maggie was lying across the bed in her apartment. Three men stood around her jerking off. There was already cum on Maggie's forehead.
"Oh God," Tracy said.
"It's exciting isn't it?" he said. "Very exciting. You can feel your pussy getting hot?"
"Yes," Tracy admitted.
"Play with yourself," he said.
She could still see the driver's eyes glancing at her, but she couldn't help herself. She spread her legs apart and pushed one finger into her pussy. She was so hot.
She began to rapidly move her finger in and out of her burning cunt. She wanted to make herself come. She could feel her juices building up.
"That's it," be said. "Make yourself come. Make yourself hot and juicy."
She hardly heard his words. She kept having mental pictures of the women in the photographs. She kept seeing Maggie sucking cocks and getting fucked. She imagined herself lying on Maggie's bed while three men stood around her jerking off.
She could almost feel the cum hitting her in the eyes and mouth and forehead, splashing body on her titties. She felt herself begin to tingle.
"Oh," she moaned. "I'm going to come. I'm going to come. Oh, I can't help it! Oh, oh, oh, oh, OH!"
She collapsed in the seat with her finger still inside her cunt. He took her hand and gently pulled it from her hot pussy. He took her finger into his mouth and sucked her juices off.
"You're going to have many like that," he said. "Many, many happy hours of pleasure before I'm done with you."
She felt scared and excited at the same time.
The driver pulled the limousine to a stop in front of a house in the country. Tracy had half expected something really fancy. She found it was a large but simple-looking house almost hidden by large trees.
"Get out," Joe said. "Brad will show you to your room. You'll be serving tonight."
"Serving?" Tracy asked.
"Brad will explain," he said impatiently.
She had been dismissed. She carried her own bag once again as she followed Brad up the steps and into the house. Brad led her to a small, cramped room at the top of the stain. There was some kind of costume on the bed.
"This will be your room as long as you're here," Brad said. "The rules are that you don't go anywhere else in the house unless you have permission."
"I understand," Tracy said.
"You'd better," Brad said. "Mr. Douglas will expect you downstairs at eight o'clock. He's having some friends over and he'll want you to serve cocktails. Your serving outfit is on the bed. Don't be late."
Tracy felt resentment flare up in her.
"I'm not a serving girl," Tracy said.
She had forgotten that he was still wearing the rubber gloves. She tried to duck as she saw his fist coming, but she wasn't fast enough. This time he hit her in the stomach and it hurt. She doubled up in pain and fell back against the bed.
"You'll do as Mr. Douglas tells you," Brad said. "Or you'll suffer. Be there at eight or I'll have to come and get you. I don't think you'd like that."
He left her alone. Tracy had the feeling that she wouldn't like his having to come for her. She felt a sudden flash of anger as she thought of her sister. Maggie had gotten her into this. She'd have a few things to say to Maggie when she returned. Tracy glanced at the clock and saw that she had two hours before eight. She decided to take a nap. She got up on one side of the bed and went to deep. A warning bell triggered in her mind just before eight. She got up hurriedly and took a quick, hot shower in her bathroom.
She then took her first real look at her outfit. It was one of those very short skins that a lot of waitresses wore. But it was only a skirt and a pair of expensive panties. There was nothing on top except the two slender straps that kept up the skirt.
She was expected to serve topless.
Tracy knew she shouldn't dare refuse. In a few minutes Brad would be up here after her and she didn't want that. She slipped into the panties and the skirt. She surveyed herself in the minor.
She felt a blush of shame as she stared at herself. She didn't want to go downstairs dressed like this. There was no telling who might be down there.
A soft knock at the door made her jump.
"You've got one minute, Miss," a girl's voice said. "You wouldn't want to be late." She hurried to the door and opened it. A girl dressed like herself stood there. Tracy could tell that this girl was also shamed at the way she was dressed. She was a mousy-looking girl with big, black glasses, small breasts and a weak smile. She looked like she should have been teaching Sunday school rather than being here.
"I'm Tracy," Tracy said.
"I'm Louise," she said. "We have to hurry. We'll want to be downstairs at eight."
"Have you been here long?" Tracy asked as they started down the stairs.
"No," Louise said. "This is only my second time. The first time I wouldn't dress like this and he sent Brad after me." Louise shuddered.
Tracy was very glad she hadn't wanted for Brad to come after her. Brad gave them a frown when they both entered the room. He told them to come behind the bar.