Lena is given the tour

“I’m so happy that you decided to join us,” Olivia chuckled as she dragged Lena through the polished marble corridors of the affluent penthouse that she had been summoned into. Lena was still shocked at how friendly she was being; though Sombra choosing to bury the hatchet made more sense than Widowmaker. She was nothing more than a stone-cold killer, but if Nikki could cure her then removing Widowmaker’s brainwashing was probably within his power as well…

“Where are we going?”

“I wanted to give you the grand tour, here’s the ground floor bathroom, by the way.”

Lena peered through the open door into the titular room. Describing it as a bathroom was perhaps underselling it. There was a gigantic jacuzzi style tub in the centre, a trio of showerheads on the left wall, and an equally large mirror and sink that could easily accommodate several people at once. The toilet was awkwardly shoved into the front left corner.

“The upstairs bathroom offers something a little more… personable.”

While the bathroom was interesting, Lena’s eyes were falling elsewhere. Olivia was wearing a purple top that exposed almost all of her chest with an open split down the middle. A high riding black skirt struggled to dip down below her thighs, threatening to expose her crotch at any moment. It was unusually sexy from a woman who she had always interpreted as street smart. Lena felt herself getting excited. Olivia was hot – she wanted to have some fun with her.

“Looks like you can’t keep your eyes off of me, huh?”

Lena snapped back to attention. Olivia’s purple eyes were staring straight through her. Lena stammered a series of nonsense noises as she tried to compose a response to being caught with her hand in the cookie jar. Things only got worse when Olivia cornered her against the wall and reached around to grope her ass.

Olivia’s voice purred, “Papi doesn’t mind if his chicas have a little fun together, you know?”

“H-He doesn’t?”

“Amélie is very good at eating pussy.”

Olivia backed away and allowed Lena to regain her composure. She couldn’t stop herself from laughing at the usually unflappable Tracer being sent for a loop; “You know that this isn’t just for his benefit, we can do whatever we like. Papi likes seeing his girls having fun, even more than he likes dolling us up in dresses more expensive than the average house.”

That explained her and Amélie’s strange choice of clothing, Lena thought. Was this what they spent their time doing? Lounging around an expensive penthouse, dressing up in slutty clothes and having non-step sex with each other? Lena’s mind reeled. For whatever reason all of that sounded so irresistibly appealing to her.

“So it’s all… just sex?”

Olivia shook her head, “No, no. Papi has some other hobbies he likes to indulge in, fast cars, expensive restaurants, and whatever wastes a lot of money. But the last time we went out for a ride in one of the cars, we ended up fucking in the back seats anyway.”

She’d just walked back on her own statement. Lena sighed and followed the latina bitch up the stairs onto the first floor. It was equally as expansive as the first. She could see down onto the main living and kitchen area from the balcony and the large pool that lay on the outside deck. It was an eye-watering amount of expense for such a tacky home. Lena imagined that Nikki would lose interest in the high-rise life eventually and move somewhere cosier. If money was no object, he was simply indulging his curiosity and living another kind of life.

“I’m going to show you how to be a good esposa, I can even put you on a leash if you’d prefer.”

“I’m fine without it, actually.”

Olivia smirked, “We’ll see about that. The only thing Nikki cares about is living the good life – that means that we’re here to make sure papi is happy. He likes expensive clothes, he likes revealing clothes, so the only thing you’re gonna’ wear is expensive, revealing clothes. You get me?”

Lena nodded. She’d never worn anything like what Amélie and Olivia were wearing though. Olivia led her through the main hallway and into the master bedroom. It consisted of a huge, circular bed with enough space for several people at once. A walk-in wardrobe on the left side allowed storage for hundreds and hundreds of outfits and shoes. The right side of the room was dominated by a huge tinted window that looked out over the morning city.

“Papi’s been talking about you for a while-”

“He has?” Lena gushed.

“Heh. You’re down bad, girl. But yeah – he’s been planning on snatching you up for months. Had to take the time and save up a lot of cash to do it. While he was doing that, I was getting the rest of your stuff ready for you. This is your patch.”

Olivia headed into the wardrobe and pointed to one of the corners. Lena found that several dozen different dresses and casual outfits had been lovingly arranged inside. Much to her surprise a multi-coloured array of tight sports leggings, like the ones she preferred to wear, were included in the collection. She looked at Olivia with confusion.

“Papi says he likes the way your ass looks in those. I have to agree, you almost making me jealous, chica. We got spares in the storage room because he’s gonna’ be ripping them off of you a lot.”

Olivia ducked down into one of the underfoot storage bins, pulling out a pair of thigh riding black panties, before handing them to a befuddled Lena. Then came a pair of matching black high heels. Finally – Olivia reached out for one of the dresses. It had the benefit of covering Lena’s chest and wrapping around her neck, but the real stars of the show weren’t going to be her breasts. A single strip of fabric ran down between her legs and covered her pussy from sight. It was designed entirely to emphasise her thighs and butt.

“Papi wants to see you wearing something nice, and I know that you want to look good for papi. Dress like his chica and you’ll never have to worry that freckled head of yours about anything again.”

Lena felt the tug of resistance in the back of her head. A small flame that was mercilessly snuffed out by her need for approval from her new beloved. Lena would have never considered wearing something like this, not even at a formal dinner. The mere prospect of Nikki eating her with his eyes was enough to completely dominate her motivated reasoning. She happily accepted the items and prepared to change into them.

“Let me watch,” Olivia asked, “I want to see what we’re working with.”

“But…”

“Don’t get cold feet now. You’re going to see a lot of naked women, being papi’s girl. Get used to it.”

Again, the appeal of pleasing Nikki completely erased any doubt in Lena’s mind. She didn’t even know if Olivia had been given such authority by Nikki in the first place, but following her orders came so naturally that she didn’t even notice she was naked until Olivia whistled in appreciation.

“You’ve got a tight little body there. Papi is going to have a lot of fun with you.”

Lena struggled with the dress, but eventually managed with some assistance from Olivia. She could feel her balance being thrown off by the heels. She hadn’t worn heels for years; not since she started having a say in her own wardrobe. Those days were over now. Whatever Nikki wanted she would do unquestioningly. Olivia gripped her shoulders and pushed her into view of the full body mirror.

The black fabric clung to her chest and abdomen like a second skin. Even though she was fully covered from the waist up, nothing was left to the imagination. Her perky, braless tits pressed against their confines and proudly displayed her now-erect nipples. The full width and volume of her muscular thighs was made clear by their sole exposure. It felt dangerous, risky, and fun. A stiff breeze could easily flip the matching fabric drapes and reveal her ass and cunt to anyone curious enough to look. And look they would. Lena was a total bombshell. She always turned heads.

“Phew. We better get you to papi quick – I want to rip those off myself,” Olivia joked.

Lena had butterflies in her stomach all over again. Nikki was going to see her like this. He was going to see her in a sexual light. She was going to be desired and lusted for, in front of two women who had just weeks ago been attempting to kill her. She knew it was wrong. She knew that she was being objectified and turning into a toy for his amusement, but she didn’t care.

This was what she wanted. That was the surest she had been of anything in her life.

“You ready to blow papi away?” Olivia asked.

Lena inhaled and tried to fill the void with confidence, “Alright. The cavalry’s here…”