THIRD PERSON POV

In the back room of the podium, Sammy's hands shook so badly as she undressed.

The air felt thick, her ears clogged as the situation she was in dawned on her. The Rossi brothers were treating her like one of their paid whores.

The escorts who respected her where going to see her naked, all respect as he knew it would be lost.

She yanked her shirt off, her heavy breasts spilled out, jiggling in excitement at being kept out from the confined space.

Then, she slid on the pink mesh top. The long sleeve of the top wrapped around her arms tightly, the hem stopping at...