Marcie makes it difficult ...

Marcie drained her glass rather emphatically and then placed it on the end table next to the bed, next to the opened bottle. Marcie rose from her position, planting her feet on the floor and rather confidently strode right up to Cyndi. Cyndi quivered next to her assistant, Marcie's nudity intimidating her own confidence and resolve. Marcie circled Cyndi slowly, making her appraisal quite noticeable, her yes taking in every little detail of Cyndi's body. After a few unnerving minutes, Marcie sidled up next to Cyndi, her breasts on either side of her left shoulder. Marcie leaned close to Cyndi's ear, her warm breath caressing her sensitive flesh.

“I see no reason why we can't BOTH use her!”

Marcie's tone rattled Cyndi to the core. There seemed to be an underlying hint of evil in the tone of her voice. Cyndi wondered where this behavior came from? Marcie had never struck her as being an evil person, yet now, Cyndi was afraid.

Marcie cackled as she stepped away, leaving Cyndi visibly trembling. “First thing's first, though!” Marcie strode confidently to the end table, opened a drawer, and fished out her phone. Walking back towards Cyndi, she punched a few icons on her screen and then handed the phone to Cyndi. Cyndi looked at the phone, whose video recording function had been enabled, and the screen was in 'selfie' mode.

“Cyndi! Remember the note! Follow our directions to a tee, or else it's to the dungeon for a week. Trust me, I'd personally rather see you in the dungeon than up here!” Marcie turned away, refilled her glass of wine and rejoined Preston on the bed. In a seemingly change of demeanor, Marcie spoke rather calmly and sweet sounding. “Cyndi! I want you to make a video message to your husband, apologizing for not being with him in Germany this week. I want you to tell him where you chose to be instead, and with whom. I want you to tell him what exactly you came here to do. I want you to proudly show him your body, and wish him a very enjoyable trip.”

Cyndi could feel the tightness forming in her throat immediately. Her heart was already racing, and felt as if it were pounding through her chest. Before she could even fully register her instructions, Marcie added a few details.

“Now Cyndi! No need to fret. This is our little insurance policy! This is just for Preston and myself! Your husband won't ever see this video … Unless ...” Marcie let her sentence trail off for dramatic effect. “Now gather yourself together and make it convincingly real!” Marcie turned to Preston to gain his approval and then directed her attention back to Cyndi. “If Preston or I are not COMPLETELY convinced of your performance … Well then ...” Again, her sentence trailed off, leaving Cyndi to only guess what the repercussions may be.