"Can we talk about this?"

"Can we talk about this?" Remi asked, biting her lip. "Maybe out in the living room?" The presence of the other Mrs. Reardon was only making her more nervous. The first Mrs. Reardon wasn't making her feel too comfortable either, though.

"Alright," Kelly Reardon said, very nearly scowling. She clearly wasn't happy about having her plans disrupted, but Remi really didn't know what else to do. The older woman led the way back out of the bedroom and into the living room. She walked right to the bar, placing two glasses on it and pouring an expensive-looking red wine into both.

"I'm not allowed to drink while I'm working," Remi said dutifully. She kept her eyes on the ground.

"You probably aren't allowed to fuck my wife while you're working," Kelly said, walking back around the bar and handing Remi one of the glasses despite her protests. "But I still hope you'll do it."

Remi gulped.

"You won't get in trouble," Kelly said. "I'm old friends with the captain. Even if someone somehow found out that you did this, I would make sure that nothing bad happens to you or your job. And I'll make sure of it regardless of if you agree to do what I'm asking you to, here." Well, at least she was providing some sort of choice. That was better than ****.

Remi took a sip, ignoring the warning sirens going off in the back of her head. What if Mrs. Reardon had put something in the wine? Well, it was too late to be concerned about something like that, seeing as she already had the first sip inside her.

"What would you want me to... do?" Remi asked.

"Whatever you feel like," Mrs. Reardon said. "My wife is a good whore. Do whatever you want to her, she won't complain. Hell, she'll enjoy it. I promise. See this as an opportunity to work out all of your sexual frustrations and unfulfilled fantasies." Kelly had taken a seat in one of the tall chairs, crossing one leg over the other like some sort of elegant noblewoman. She watched Remi with interest, every once in a while drinking from her glass of wine.