"I think you'll agree that the latter is preferable to the former," Victor continued, stopping just behind Justin's chair, so that he had to twist around to look at the man addressing him. "You don't want to go to jail, do you Justin?"

Justin shook his head to try and clear it, but the wine had left him with little ability to reason. He shouldn't have drunk so much, he thought dimly. He needed to be clear-headed for this. "Um, um, no" was the only reply he could drag from his brain. He felt a chill run through him. With Victor hovering over him, he felt like a mouse caught in the grasp of a hawk.

"Of course not," Victor smoothly reassured him. "Who would want to trade a beautiful house and wife like this for a stark, dank prison cell and a bunkmate named Bubba?" Justin twisted around again to watch Victor step up behind his wife's chair and casually place his hands on her shoulders. "So, it looks like we'd be best going with option two. To become partners. What were you thinking would be my reward in this?" he asked softly.

Justin just wanted it to be over. "Fif-fifty percent!" Justin blurted out.

Britney gave him a withering look. "Not that much! We didn't agree" she started.

"No need to fight," Victor interjected. "I'm a man of honor, and there's no point in making paupers of you. Besides, I find that I have less and less need for money, or, more succinctly, I have more money than I need right now. So I'll take just 25 percent of your take from now on. But I do think I deserve something a little more substantial than money. Something that will bind the three of us together a little more strongly."

Justin watched as Victor's hands softly caressed his wife's bare shoulders, gliding lightly up to the sides of her neck. "After all," Victor continued, "I'm the one who will be taking the lion's share of the risk, now, making sure that this little scheme isn't discovered by one of my diligent employees." Suddenly Victor boldly slid his hands down into Britney's dress, groping and cupping her breasts as she sat stock still in the chair before him. "So in addition to a cut of the take, you'll give me this!" Victor declared. "Anytime, anywhere, anyhow I want her. Those are my terms. Are we agreed?"

Justin couldn't shake the shock from his mind. Just across the table, he watched as another man, a relative stranger, pulled the spaghetti straps to the side and pushed the thin black fabric down off his wife's chest, revealing her sexy bare breasts to both of them. With a pinch and a twist, Britney's nipples were fully engorged, ripe for the sucking. Even under Victor's sure-handed ministrations, she continued to sit still as stone, her face not revealing a single emotion. Justin struggled to master his tongue, the wine somehow inhibiting the word 'No!' from passing his lips. Just as he thought he might finally bring the scream forth, he heard his wife say, "Agreed."

He stared at her, dumbfounded, with Victor's hands firmly squeezing and tugging her breasts, and finally released his protest, "No! Absolutely no! We won't do that!"

She stared back with a look of resignation, as if she didn't even notice the hands groping her tits. "We will. We have to. Do you want to go to jail?"

Justin fell back in his chair as if struck. He had no answer for that.

"I'll leave you two now," Victor said, giving Britney's tits a last squeeze as he stood and headed for the door. "I'll be back tomorrow to go over the details. Britney, that was a delicious dinner. And a very pleasant dessert. I can't wait to have it again!"