WARNING: OK guys. It gets pretty heavy for a while starting here. You might get a little squeemish!
Torres' eyes widened and she stifled a gasp. Whatever she was expecting, it wasn't this. But, she did as she was told, with all the dignity she could muster. At first she stared back at Lane, determinedly, but she couldn't stand being under his scrutiny for long.
She wore a tank top with a cropped jacket. The jacket slipped off easily enough, but she felt much more exposed when she had to take off her top. She did this much more slowly, hanging her head in shame. Goose bumps rose on her arms as she lifted it over her head, standing in a black lace bra and pants. Then, she unbuttoned and unzipped her pants, sliding them down quickly but with as little movement as possible. Cal knew she had been through this sort of thing before and figured she didn't want to give the sick bastard a show.
Torres stood there in her matching bra and panties looking incredibly out of place next to the two fully clothed men. It wasn't enough for Lane. "All your clothes bitch."
Torres gave Cal a quick look. He couldn't help her.
She held her chin higher and puffed up her chest, showing her inner strength. Lane would have thrived on her tears so she wouldn't give them to him. She undid the clasp of her bra and let it fall to the floor. Her panties followed suit, leaving her completely naked. She didn't try to cover herself, waiting for her next order.
"God damn. You are one sexy slut you know that? Get a load of those tits. Look at them Lightman." Cal did, very quickly, and then back at Lane as though bored. Lane welcomed the challenge though and taunted Cal.
"Is this why you hired her Lightman? Got yourself a little treat running around the office? Haven't you wanted to squeeze her tits? Suck those brown nipples on those big perky tits and run your hands down that ass?" He looked Torres in the face for the first time since she started stripping. "Come on slut; give me a better view of that ass."
Torres rolled her eyes and turned in a circle, careful not to look at Cal. She must be embarrassed. Cal hated that she was going through this. He hated that he hadn't thought of something to do yet. He had to wait for Lane to drop his guard so he could grab the gun and gain the upper hand.
"Nice. Soooo nice. Lightman, you look ridiculous next to this hot chick all composed. You must really be trying hard not to salivate. I know you want her. What warm blooded man wouldn't? Torres, help Dr. Lightman get a little more comfortable. His clothes must be awfully restraining."
If looks could kill, Lane would have died a hundred times by now. "I think I can do this myself thanks." Cal started taking off his jacket when Lane cocked his gun. "I thought I told you to do as you are told?"
"Let me," Torres whispered to him in a rush. She started unbuttoning Cal's shirt and gave him a warning look. She slid his shirt down his arms and moved on to his pants.
Cal couldn't believe this was happening. How could he let this happen? He had the best security money could buy. Did Lane spend the whole day hiding out here? How had he managed that? Cal knew he was deflecting. Filling his mind with anything besides what was happening. He knew Torres was doing the same thing. He could see a distant look in her eyes like she wasn't really there. She must have had a lot of practice from when she was molested as a child. It made sense too that she would be having flash backs to those times. Cal hated that undressing him did that to her. He came back to reality when he felt her pull down his boxers. He kicked off his shoes and socks himself and geared up for what was coming next.