Some small talk

Kyler stands just inside the door in a black dress, hands at her sides, looking at Adam.

“Did Lana explain the rules?” Adam asks.

“Yes.”

He nods at the center of the rug.

“Stand there.”

Kyler walks to the middle of the room. The dress moves on her ass. Adam circles her. Slow. He looks at her mouth, the line of her neck, the tight pull over her tits, the way her thighs press and then don’t. He passes behind her and looks at the curve of her ass long enough that she feels it. He does not touch her yet. Lana stays by the couch with the glasses on, the little camera pointed where Mia would have looked.

“Where did you find her?” Adam says.

“Gym,” Lana says. “She was on the mat next to me for a month before I said anything. Tight body. Doesn’t talk much. I watched a trainer correct her form and she went red and did it harder. She likes being told. I asked if she wanted a married cock while the wife was in the room. She didn’t laugh. She simply asked when.”

Adam stops in front of Kyler. He looks at her mouth again. Lana keeps talking, dirty, feeding the glasses.

“She was excited. Not cute-excited. Wet-excited. She told me in the locker room she likes a hand in her hair. Likes not being asked if she’s okay every thirty seconds. Likes being put where someone wants her. She said she wanted to be used. I told her your cock is thick. I told her it would stretch her. I told her you’d fuck her mouth, her cunt, whatever your wife decided. She squeezed her thighs together and I could see it. She was soaking through her gym shorts while I described you. She wants to be put on her knees. She wants to be bent over and pounded. She wants to take it until she can’t be polite. She’s been thinking about your cock since I said the size. Look at her. Standing in the middle of your floor, dress tight, nipples hard, waiting to be examined like she already belongs to the night. I bet if you told her to lift the hem she’d be dripping. She came here to get ruined. She told me she wanted to feel it tomorrow.”

Kyler’s face is hot. A sound almost leaves her. She does not interrupt.

Adam walks behind her again. He looks at the back of her neck, the zipper of the dress, the line of her legs. He comes around to her front and stops close enough that she has to tip her chin up.

“Any questions?”

Kyler swallows. Her voice is smaller than the hunger Lana just described.

“Where’s your wife?”

Adam lifts his chin at the couch. At the glasses. At Lana, who has not looked away from Kyler’s body the whole time.

“There,” he says. “She’s my wife.”

Kyler blinks. She looks at Lana, then at Adam, then at Lana again. The confusion is plain. The woman who picked her up at the gym, who described his cock until Kyler was wet in a locker room, is the wife? The wife is wearing the camera. The husband is the one walking circles around her, looking at her mouth like he is deciding where to put it.

Adam does not explain it.

He looks at Lana.

“What should I do to her, wifey?” he says.