Bianca will save you for a price

“That was quite a show, Sam,” Bianca says. “I think that if you were looking for work, this bar would be happy to hire you.”

You stay pressed up against the doors to keep them from opening. “Bianca,” you plead. “There’s a policewoman outside. I might get arrested.”

Bianca's green eyes light up. “Really? A policewoman? Did you see if she had handcuffs with her?” She walks forward, her cleavage bouncing with each step. “Now, there’s something I would love to see.”

“Can you get me something to wear?” you ask.

“Of course I could.” She eyes your exposed body and, unable to even cover yourself with your hands, you cringe. “But why would I do something like that?”

“I know, I know,” you say. “This is another one of your games. But can’t we just say that you won? I was paraded in front of this whole night club wearing a speedo. Then I had it ripped off me right in front of that bachelorette party.”

“Hmmmm, I don’t know, Sam.” She runs a finger along your collarbone and then explores your shoulder muscles. You have **** but to let her. “It’s true. I enjoyed seeing you wear the outfit I picked for you. And believe me,” she leans closer and you can smell her perfume, “I will always remember the sight that little outfit being ripped from that firm, muscular body of yours.” She laughs gently at the memory. “But I was hoping to see you on that stage upstairs. And, I wanted your American friends to enjoy the sight of you without the outfit.” Her hand drifts down, and you can feel her fingers stroking your chest. “I think they would love to see you just as I’m seeing you, now.”

“I... I.... I just.... please get me back to the villa,” you manage to say. “I’ll do anything.”

The fingers stop moving as they reach your abs. “Anything?”

You groan. You’d made this promise before and regretted it. But what choice do you have? “Name your price. What will it take for you to give me some clothes and get me back to the villa?”

Bianca thinks for a moment, then reaches behind you. You hear a metallic clicking sound, then look over your shoulder to see that there was a deadbolt on the door that you had missed in your panic. The door was locked, leaving you and Bianca alone. Before you can step away from the door, she drapes her arms over your shoulders. She looks down at you, and you try to ignore her enormous breasts just a few inches from your face.

“It is awfully late, Sam,” she says. “But I suppose if you wanted to go back to the villa, you and I could play more games.”

“More games,” you say. “I figured. What did you have in mind?”

She purses her lips. “What is the word for it in English?” she asks. “When people go swimming, but they don’t have any swimsuits?”

You swallow. “Sk... skinny dipping?”

“That’s right. There are a couple of girls I work with back at the villa who love skinny dipping. I’m sure they’d be interested in joining us for an after party.”

“I.... I don’t know....”

“Or,” Bianca says, “we can find out if the policewoman outside remembered her handcuffs.”

You sigh. “Can’t wait to meet your friends,” you say.

Link to Part 3: https://chyoa.com/chapter/Part-3%3A-ENM-After-Party.1402132