Order you to slowly strip for him.

His voice is like velvet, but the command in it is unmistakable. "Take off that dress, Harl," Mr. Garrett says, his eyes traveling over your body like a connoisseur examining a fine piece of art. You can feel the weight of his gaze, the anticipation of what's to come.

With trembling hands, you start to unzip the back of the dress. The fabric whispers against your skin as it slides down your body, revealing your new breasts in all their glory. You step out of the pool of fabric, standing before him in nothing but your heels and the chilly air of the room.

Mr. Garrett's eyes are like ice, appraising every inch of you. His gaze lingers on your teeth, and you can't help but feel a little thrill of pride. They're perfect, just as Tyson had demanded. "Turn around," he orders, his voice thick with lust.

You obey like a whip crackling. Your meek pink cock and smooth ass are on full display. Your face flushed as you slowly turned around, feeling the heat of his gaze on your naked flesh. You know that he's taking in every detail, and you can't help but feel a twinge of pride at the thought of being so desired. His eyes linger on your plump, round ass, and you can almost feel his hand itching to touch it.

"Now the shoes," he says, his voice a low rumble. You wobble slightly as you bend over to remove the heels, your legs feeling shaky. As you straighten up, you catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror. You look like a doll, dressed up for a perverted game. But you're not a doll; you're a million-dollar investment.

Mr. Garrett walks around you, his eyes devouring you like a hungry wolf. "On the bed," he commands, his voice a silky caress. You crawl onto the plush king-sized bed, the coldness of the sheets a stark contrast to the warmth of your skin.

"You know Harl. Your body isn't worth a million dollars. But the inside information on Tyson is. Do you want to know who I'm truly? Why Tyson doesn't want me to have you." He leaned closer, his breath hot on your neck.

You gulp, your mind racing with questions and fear. You've been used as a pawn in a game of power and money, and you're not sure what's coming next. But there's something about Mr. Garrett's confidence that makes you want to listen and understand. "Please tell me why don't Tyson like you."

"You see my sweet sister. He thinks I'm a rival. But I'm not. I'm his worst nightmare. A man who knows his secrets, a man who can bring him down with a snap of my fingers. And you, my dear, are the key to it all." His hand caressed your thigh, his thumb brushing against your little dickens. "I'm part of the Esposito family. You probably heard about us." His eyes glinted with malice. "And I want what Tyson has. His power, his respect. And the best way to get that is through his weakness. And that," he leaned in closer, his breath hot against your ear, "is you." His large hand is touching your thigh.

You feel the blood drain from your face as Mr. Garrett's words sink in. You're not just a toy for his pleasure; you're a weapon in a gang war. But even as fear grips you, you can't help but feel a strange sense of importance. You're the key to something much bigger than you ever imagined.