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pain, or was it really pain?
    Paula battled with her thoughts and emotions for hours before deciding that she would stay. A cold decision based on a mixture of the want for revenge and the need of the wonderful exciting sex that he offered. He had introduced her to delights that she might never have otherwise experienced and for that she was grateful. She still liked him very much and she hated him at the same time for hurting her so.
    Psychology, Paula, psychology, she told herself. Play him at his own game and beat him. She came alive at the prospect. That would be the ultimate victory, she could have all of the benefits of her present situation and enjoy them, plus she could fight him on his own ground and defeat him. Paula stood up painfully from the bed, she felt better now that her decision was made. She relished the prospect of the game to come and looked forward to it very much.
    "Very much indeed,” she repeated aloud slowly and deliberately as she posed before the full-length mirror of her wardrobe. She cupped her pert breasts and smiled broadly at her reflection.
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CHAPTER FIVE
    Paula sat on her bed putting on and smoothing the black hold-up stockings onto her slim, shapely legs, pulling the tops up almost to her crotch. She stood and in the wardrobe mirror, admired the effect of them against the tight, white panties that she loved so much to wear. Her black three-quarter cup bra, that pushed and lifted her breasts into a firm swelling cleavage, completed her underwear for this evening. Together with the auburn of her hair, they made her look stunning. The skimpy black maid's dress that she slipped into next fitted her like a glove—following the contours of her slim waist, it emphasised her bust and hips. The hem ended a little below the tops of her stockings, giving full view of her slim legs and if she moved off the upright ... well, perfect, simply perfect.
    The dress buttoned up to just above her bra, and left her cleavage easily visible. The soft rounded orbs looked sweet and inviting, just the effect she wanted. The small white apron tied around her narrow waist and the white headband on her auburn hair completed the outfit. She wasn't content until the high-heeled shoes, red lipstick and nail-varnish were also on, then she posed again in the mirror for her final assessment. She felt aroused as she turned and twirled for the mirror, and imagined the effect it would have on the professor and his guests, an electric sensation burst through her at that thought.
    The professor's reaction to her outfit as she entered the kitchen was muted. “Acceptable,” was all that he said. His look of pleasant surprise and his hungry gaze however, said otherwise, as did the very frequent looks her gave as they prepared the sandwiches together.
    The sound of the doorbell took the professor away to greet his guests. Paula added the final garnishes to the sandwiches, poured the drink into the glasses on the tray and carried the drinks into the lounge.
    She was greeted by a chorus of gasped and shouted approval, also a short round of applause from the six guests that were seated around the large coffee table in the centre of the room. All were middle-aged men, dressed in dinner jackets, as was the professor. Paula glowed in the attention that she received. Smiling broadly and walking confidently, she arrived in the centre of the group. Bending and stooping she offered each of them in turn a drink, very conscious of the attention being given to her cleavage and her pert bottom as she moved amongst them. Seated as they were, the hem of her short dress was roughly at their eye level when she bent, then there could be no restriction to them seeing her tight, pert bottom. The atmosphere was sexually charged, as was her body. It throbbed with the fantastic sensations that she felt flowing through her, exciting her vulva and nipples, hardening her clitoris and thrilling her completely. At each and every