Miss Whitmore at work

Slumped on the bench, Janet watched as Miss Whitmore instinctively clamped her right hand over the bracelet on her left wrist. “Damn. Oh damn. Look, boys, can we talk about this? I’m really busy. I have a meeting…”

The three grinning boys surrounded her. Chad, who seemed to be the leader of the group, faced her. “Seems kind of appropriate, doesn’t it? You stop us from fucking this cunt, so we’ll fuck you instead.”

Janet watched the resort worker hesitate. Why doesn’t she try to run? Or at least scream?

Brock grabbed one of the woman’s arms and pulled her to him, one hand on her breast while his lips crushed down on hers. Janet was shocked when, after the briefest of struggles, the receptionist responded to the kiss, rubbing her body up against the boy while a hand caressed the front of his jeans.

Breaking contact, Amy Whitmore sighed. “Wait, don’t tear my uniform. Let me…”

She caught Janet’s eye and smiled as she unbuttoned her jacket and blouse and shrugged them off her shoulders. Janet and the three boys watched spellbound as she unfastened her skirt, let it slide to the ground and stepped out of it. She stood before them, clad in bra and panties, a suspender belt holding the sheer black stockings that covered her toned legs. “Welcome to Freedonia, boys!”.

Janet’s mind was a riot of confused thoughts. God, what a body! No wonder she doesn’t mind showing it. But she’s at work. She didn’t want to do this. She’ll just let them look. She won’t let them do anything here. Not out in the open. Should I help? Say something? But they might attack me instead. No – my stones are red. Would that stop them?

Amy made no attempt to undress further. After a few seconds the boys moved in. Hands caressed her breasts before undoing her bra and casting it aside. Her eyes were closed and she moaned softly as Lance eased her panties over her hips and slid them down, revealing the shaved pussy beneath.

Janet felt that she shouldn’t be watching, but fascination held her in place. Amy was breathing heavily now, spreading her legs so as to allow easier access to her crotch while her hands fumbled with Brock’s belt. Impatiently he dragged her off the path to the nearby grass and pulled her to the ground. She rolled languidly onto her back, bent her knees and spread her legs. Janet couldn’t help but notice that she was already wet, despite the fact that, only a minute before, she had been on official business.

“Fuck me,” Amy murmured, “Fuck me hard.”

Brock knelt between her legs, shucking his jeans down to free his erection. As he moved into the woman, and she arched her back up to meet him, Chad and Lance moved closer. Janet was unable to tear her gaze away.