The Arrangement [Box Set] by Abby Weeks Read Free Book Online Page B

with the faint trace of cigar smoke in the air and the stuffed animal heads on the wall.
    As if on cue, Frank took a box of cigars from a humidor and offered it around. The men selected their cigars and cut them while April watched, feeling awkward. Then they lit the cigars and April watched as Herb had a quiet word in Walter’s ear. She hoped something would happen soon as she felt distinctly uncomfortable standing there with the four of them watching her.
    It was Walter who broke the silence.
    —April, would you be so kind as to climb up onto the billiard table.
    He said it as naturally as he could but she could tell there was embarrassment in his voice. It seemed, now that they were here, all of them were a little embarrassed. They weren’t quite as sure of themselves as they’d been up to this point. April realized these men were more than comfortable giving her gifts and attention, things they knew she would like, but now that it was time for them to ask her for something they were less sure of themselves.
    And despite the strangeness of the situation and the embarrassment she was feeling, that thought comforted her a little. Really, they were just boys, she thought. The same as all the other boys she’d ever known in her life. They always wanted something from a girl, and when it came time to take it, more often than not they let their nervousness show.
    Never in a million years would she have pictured or imagined herself going along with a situation like this but before she knew it she found that she was climbing onto the billiard table, giving them a nice long look at her bare bum in the process. The g-string she had chosen was black and she thought that was bold now but was glad that at least it would be attractive.
    She knew she was a good-looking woman. She had a great figure, nice hair and she had always been confident that she was pretty. Men hit on her all the time. She worked out four times a week. But there was also the fact that she’d had two children in the last six years, and despite loosing her baby weight and spending countless hours in the gym, her body would never be at thirty-four what it had been when she was sixteen.
    She was on the table feeling the solid, felt surface of the billiard table on her legs. She didn’t know whether to stand or sit when Herb said, —Kneel please.
    Probably the only thing that gave her the confidence to do it was the thought that Herb’s wife was in her sixties, Pete’s was in her fifties, and even Midge was more than ten years older than she was.
    She got on her hands and knees and couldn’t help trying to attain the most attractive posture possible in that position. She sucked in her tummy, arched her back a little, and let her bum protrude back to elongate her body.
    The lamps from the ceiling hung down to just a foot above her and gave her an alluring shadowy appearance. The little skirt barely extended past her waist and in this position it did nothing at all to cover her bum. The table was firm but it was not uncomfortable. She maintained the position and tried to be as still as possible while the men slowly circled around her and admired her from every angle. They were smoking their cigars and they looked very pleased with themselves. She gave away no emotion and said nothing, and while they were happy to make eye-contact with her, they said nothing either.
    She found herself hoping they liked what they saw. In fact, the longer she maintained that position, and imagined how her body looked, starting with her black stilettos and extending all the way to her bum with the frill of skirt and the string of her panties, the more confident she grew that she was impressing them.
    She couldn’t see the men when they were behind her but she felt more than one hand on her bum, stroking the cheek, and even finding its way along the string of the g-string toward the front.
    —Beautiful, she heard in a murmur.
    —Exquisite, someone said.
    When she spotted Walter he