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“A nipperkin or a tankard?” she clarified, using old pirate slang.
“A shot glass.”
The waitress genuflected reverently before Rod and Zane and departed.
“Take off your clothes, Alexis,” Zane said, as casually as if he’d just asked her to pass the salt.
“Wha—” She was shocked speechless, biting the inside of her lip to prevent herself from speaking. She noticed for the first time that the table was made of dark crimson leather, rather than wood. She cast her eyes downward shyly, and then fumbled quickly in her purse for a hair tie. She didn’t want to be punished for hesitating. She wrapped her hair quickly into a messy bun. With trembling fingers, she unbuttoned her blouse.
“All the way off,” Rod instructed, both men’s heated eyes feasting on her partially exposed bosom.
Alexis shed the white silk shirt, bashfully tugging it off her shoulders. She licked her lips timidly. She dared not look at their deepening scowls, so she kept her eyes downward demurely. She handed over her shirt and covered her celestial-blue brassiere modestly with her hands.
“Hands down,” Zane directed.
Alexis obeyed.
He hung her blouse on a coat hook near the curtain.
“Take off your bra,” he demanded.
Alexis swallowed and obeyed again.
She crossed her arms hastily over her bare breasts to cover herself.
“Hands down.”
She slowly complied.
“Your tits are heavenly.” Rod’s voice was husky with admiration.
Her rosy nipples puckered like hard little pebbles.
“Take off your skirt.”
“But—”
“Now!Ahora.”
The server opened the curtain and wordlessly set down a shot glass and a wooden trencher of fruit. Alexis moved to cover herself.
“If you cover yourself again, we will bind your wrists,” Zane cautioned.
Alexis quailed and let her shaky hands fall.
The server curtsied, as if to leave again, but Zane chided her.
“Stay, wench.”
“Claro, Capitán.”
The other woman did not move.
Alexis felt her face flush bright vermillion. She was topless in some weird pirate restaurant with men she barely knew.
And the waitress—serving wench—was watching her undress!
“Skirt off. Now.”
