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our first time. At least, it’s my first time.’ She suddenly realised she had no idea if Mark had done this sort of thing before with other girls.
    ‘Well, we’re honoured,’ Isabel smiled as she moved downwards, spreading more cream across Lisa’s stomach and into her belly button. ‘I thought you seemed a little nervous. But I hope you’re enjoying yourself.’
    ‘Yes. It – it’s fun,’ Lisa said, hastening to assure Isabel that she was having a good time.
    ‘Good. I’m glad. Maybe we can do it again sometime.’ She got a carton from the counter and placed a strawberry over each of Lisa’s nipples and another in her belly button, looking appreciatively down at her handiwork. ‘I’m sure Grayson would like to see you again. He’s very attracted to you.’
    ‘Oh, I’m sure he’s not,’ Lisa gasped, horrified that Isabel would think that. ‘It’s obvious he really loves you.’
    But Isabel just smiled. ‘That’s sweet of you,’ she said with a light laugh, ‘but you really don’t have to worry on my account. I’m not jealous. Grayson and I don’t have that kind of relationship. But I’ve known him a long time, and he likes you a lot – I can tell.’
    Lisa smiled weakly, not knowing how to respond to this. She shivered as Isabel smeared cream along her thighs.
    ‘It’s good that you’re bare here,’ she said, nodding to Lisa’s newly waxed pussy. ‘Bend your knees and put your feet flat on the table.’
    Mortified, Lisa did as instructed, her ass lifted into the air as she planted the spiky heels on the polished wood. Isabel nudged her legs apart, then grabbed a small, heart-shaped mould from the worktop and placed it over Lisa’s crotch.
    ‘Now for the pièce de résistance,’ she said with a smile. She filled the centre of the mould with cream, then arranged strawberries artfully on top. ‘There,’ she said, taking away the mould and pulling back to survey the effect. ‘You look good enough to eat. I’m not going to bother with ice-cream – too messy. So we just need some chocolate sauce, and we’re done.’
    She took a bottle from the worktop and drizzled sauce over Lisa’s body in a random abstract pattern of squiggles and splashes. Lisa shivered as the cold, thick liquid trickled onto her bare skin.
    ‘Try to stay still,’ Isabel said. ‘You don’t want to ruin my handiwork.’
    ‘Sorry,’ Lisa said with a blush.
    ‘There,’ Isabel said, standing back and brushing her hands. ‘You’re quite a work of art, if I do say so myself.’
    Lisa forced a smile, feeling completely ridiculous.
    ‘Just one last finishing touch,’ Isabel said, plucking the last strawberry from the carton. ‘Open your mouth.’
    Lisa obeyed, and Isabel placed the strawberry between her parted lips.
    ‘Keep it there,’ she said. ‘Don’t bite.’
    Lisa did as instructed, holding the fruit lightly between her lips.
    ‘I’ll go and tell the guys dessert is ready,’ Isabel said, moving to the door. ‘I hope Mark likes strawberries. They’re Grayson’s favourite.’
    When she left the room, Lisa closed her eyes and tried to calm herself, but all she could hear was the pounding of her heart. She willed herself to lie still, though every instinct was telling her to make a run for it. She wanted to jump off the table, wipe all this food off her skin, get dressed and beg Mark to take her home. Her every nerve was on edge, and she felt sick with tension, her stomach churning in anticipation when she heard the door open with a soft click.
    There was the sound of footsteps crossing the tiled floor, and when she opened her eyes again, Grayson and Mark were standing either side of the table, gazing down at her.
    ‘Wow, you look gorgeous,’ Grayson said, his eyes dark with desire.
    ‘You’ve done an amazing job,’ Mark called to Isabel, who was hovering by the door.
    ‘Thank you,’ she said, crossing the room to join them. ‘But I had fabulous ingredients to work with.’ She smiled