Chapter 5
by 
Yelawolf
Do you model his wife lingerie for him?
Yes, just to get out this situation
You lift up a purple number asking him. "Don't you think your wife would be upset if she knew you had someone else trying on her clothes?"
El Escorpión's smirks, a chill running down your spine. "You're not just anyone. Besides, she's out."
You swallow hard, trying to think of a way out of this predicament. The notebook feels like it's burning a hole in your pocket. You decide to play along, hoping it'll give you an opportunity to slip away. You pick up the purple lingerie set, the fabric slipping through your fingers like a silken whisper.
You slowly strip, hiding the notebook in your maid outfit as you put on the purple lingerie. The fabric clings to your skin, revealing more than it hides. The room feels stiflingly hot, the weight of his gaze pressing down on you like a thick blanket. You try to ignore the fear knotting in your stomach, focusing instead on the job at hand. You need to find a way to leave the room without arousing suspicion.
He approaches you, his steps measured and deliberate. Each step echoes in the otherwise silent room, ratcheting up the tension. "You're quite the sneaky little thing, aren't you?" He says, his tone a mix of amusement and threat. "But I like that in a woman. It's always good to keep them guessing. You look good in purple. But why don't you put on this."
He went over to the closet pulling out a white bridal lingerie set with lace detailing. It's clear that this set is meant for a bride on her wedding night. The implication isn't lost on you. He tosses it at you with a grin, his eyes glinting with a dark excitement.
"Put this on," he commands, his voice a low rumble that sends shivers down your spine. You catch the set, feeling the soft fabric against your palms. You play the part, feigning excitement and obedience as you begin to slip into the new attire.
As you change, you're acutely aware of his eyes on you, devouring every inch of exposed skin. The white lace contrasts starkly with the dark room, making you feel like a lamb being led to the slaughter. You struggle to maintain your composure, focusing on the mission. The notebook, hidden safely in your discarded clothes, feels like a lifeline, a ticket out of this horror show.
"Damn that ass," El Escorpión murmurs, his eyes hungrily following your movements as you step into the white lace lingerie. You can feel his gaze on you like a physical touch, making your skin crawl. You **** a smile, hoping that playing along will get you closer to the information you need and, ultimately, your escape.
You pose for him. "If I had to guess, your wife wore this during your wedding night," you say, trying to keep the conversation light despite the dread pooling in your stomach.
El Escorpión chuckles, a sound that sends a shiver down your spine. "She did, indeed." He steps closer, his breath hot on your neck. "But now, it looks like it's going to be yours. It suit your frame better. Now how about you try on this black number."
You take a deep breath and slip out of the white lingerie, trying not to let the tremble in your hands show. The black number is even more revealing, a cobweb of lace that leaves little to the imagination. As you step into it, you can feel his eyes tracing every curve of your body. You're aware of the danger you're in, but you're also aware that you need to keep him engaged, to keep his attention on you and off the notebook.
You spank your little ass in the mirror, giving it a cheeky wiggle as you put on the black lingerie. The fabric is sheer, leaving almost nothing to the imagination. You're playing a dangerous game, but the thrill of the chase keeps your adrenaline pumping.
"You little temptress. I can see why my men enjoy having you around," El Escorpión says, his voice thick with lust. He takes a step closer, his hand reaching out to trace the lace along your waist. "Now put on the last one. See though always been one of my favorite eye catching attires."
You put on the last set, the see through lingerie. The fabric clings to your body like a second skin, the color vibrant against the pale hue of the room. The tension in the air thickens as El Escorpión's hand lingers on your hip, his gaze never leaving your body. You can feel the power dynamics shifting, his dominance becoming more pronounced as your vulnerability is laid bare.
"Now little lady. Pick the one you want to be fucked in."