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Adam creeps over to the bed and pokes Isla nervously, ready to make a run for it if she stirs. She doesn't. He shakes her slightly, hand on her lovely, smooth leg, and then shakes her more vigorously. Her body rocks, her breasts wobble under her dress, but she remains unconcsious.

She really is completely comotose, he thinks with delight. Helpless.

First things first, he thinks, and digs around on the bed until he finds her mobile phone. It's locked, but he sees with considerable glee that the password is thumb-printed. He presses the screen of the phone to Isla's thumb and moments later the screen brightens and he has access.

He immediately opens the camera folder and finds the photos she took earlier of Adam wanking. Most of them are slightly out of focus and too dark, but they are clear enough. He feels his face flush just looking at them.

He cycles through them, deleting each in turn, and feels a massive sense of relief as the last one vanishes from the phone's storage. Idly, he then moves onto Isla's text messages. Most of them are bland, just recounting conversations with her girlfriends, but he is amused to skim her correspondence with her boyfriend. There is lots of dirty talk, but Isla seems pretty resistant to her boyfriend's recent demands that she finally agree to bend over and take it in her ass.

He puts down her phone and looks at her. She is stunning, he thinks. She clearly works out a gym, judging by her toned figure. And her bright red hair is so distinctive. He runs his hand up her leg and under her dress, right up to her warm crotch. She doesn't stir. He rubs it a little, enjoying the friction of her panties against her concealed pussy.

Time to see what you've got, he thinks.

He lifts her dress, exposing a pair of small green panties. She must keep them so small to avoid a VPL under her dress given the thin fabric. A thong, no doubt. Adam eases them down to her knees, admiring the thong that peels down from her ass crack. Thought so.

He sits back on the bed, his erection growing. Nice, he thinks.

Isla has a trimmed bush of short ginger hair. He eases her legs open, admiring the folds of her exposed overlapping pussy lips. Then he takes his phone out and reels off a string of photos of Isla's undignified position.

Nice, he thinks again, admiring his pictures. They look particularly dirty because the room is do dark, but there can be no doubt that the poor redhead flashing her intimate parts is Isla. Adam still thinks the composition needs work though, so he retrieves the black dildo from the cupboard and places it in Isla's hand. Then he pulls her panties completely down and tosses them in the corner, and loosens her dress and pulls it over her head. She isn't wearing a bra, and he is amused to see that her reasonably large breasts are topped with surprisingly brown nipples.

*click* *click* *click*

The photos are beautiful. **** is beautiful, Adam thinks gleefully. How will she feel in the morning when she wakes up completely naked like this?

For just a moment he thinks that he will fuck her. Climb on top, push his cock into her unresistant ginger pussy, and drive her into her bed with all his might. He pictures her waking up in the morning with a hangover and discovering that she has been soiled by an unknown man.

But no. He doesn't have the time. And, as he has reminded himself several times tonight, his target is Nathalie in any case. With his mind made up, he takes Isla's phone and reels off a few further pictures, so that when she looks for the photos of him in her folder she'll have an unpleasant surprise.

Finally, he sends a text to her boyfriend, trying to copy her writing style. "Babe, I give in. You can have my ass. Bring lube tomorrow and fuck me hard. Make me cry."

Grinning, Adam slips out of the room. What a turnaround, he thinks. **** on Isla, and all the items he needs for the bet secured. All he needs to do is return to Nathalie's room, give the girl a good old spanking (he licks his lips as he pictures her poor ass reddening and legs kicking), and then get home before Lady Chapman and her swarthy man realise he isn't still trapped in the upstairs library. And tomorrow, he thinks, Nathalie will come to me with a new bet... and I can raise the wager to something more substantial.