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Angie realized that the voices she heard were Mort's and Bunny's , the young bimbo secretary that Mort's firm had recently hired. Where were the rest of their guests? Why was it so dark and why had Mort closed her in for so long? It took Angie a short while to realize that her air was not as fresh as it should have been. She reached for one of the canisters and opened the valve. Mort was having a great time. There was just Bunny and him to get in the hot tub. There were no other guests. They would surely have been in the way while Mort was seducing Bunny. Mort had persuaded Bunny that she wouldn't need to wear a suit in the tub. Mort, himself, was only wearing a towel as he brought out the bucket of champagne. Bunny brought out a tray of hors d'oeuvres and two glasses. By the time she had laid them down Mort was already in the water. Gazing at her warmly, he instructed her to take off her towel and join him in the water. Bunny giggled and told him not to watch. Mort busied himself opening the champagne bottle. Bunny then giggled again as the cork popped. Pouring two glasses, Mort slid closer to Bunny and wrapped an arm around her shoulders as he gave a glass to her. Bunny blushed shyly and giggled again but he did not remove his arm and neither did she. Angie was gasping in short pants for air. Her fingers were almost raw from trying to dig out the rubber seal at the edge of the coffin. Angie had pounded and kicked trying to be heard and to get out. It couldn't be oxygen in the tanks she realized as she heard Mort's big seduction above. Angie was becoming very drowsy even though she'd already had a long sleep. That Bastard, Angie thought sleepily as she heard the soft moans coming from above. It was probably Bunny, The gorgeous blonde with the perfectly pouting, silicone breasts, the Valley Girl tan and the pouting, sultry lips. That's who he was with, Angie thought as she dozed off into an immortal sleep. THE END. Back to index. |