You stop stroking and painfully move closer to the table on your knees. The women just watch you in amusement and you finally begin to mix their drinks for them.
LISA: I'd tell him to stir them with his penis but it obviously won't reach the bottom of our glasses
Both women laugh and they are obviously getting drunk and using you for their amusement. You start to wonder how you might be able to get out of there. If only Mistress Carrie didn't send that fax out already. You could grab the agreement you signed and get the hell out of there. These women are good. Both evil and good. Their planning has paid off and you are in a no win situation. Thinking harder, you wonder, did I really just address Carrie as Mistress Carrie in my mind? They've got you right where they want now. Reality sets in......
CARRIE: Lisa, I can't take this anymore, I think I should go and leave you to finish him off.
LISA: Finish him? Who said I was going to finish him? We are just getting started and I think you'll be pleased if you give this just a few more minutes. I have a plan and a debt to pay you for all of this. But first, I need stroker boy here to give you an edge. Edge for mistress Carrie, bitch!
(Edge for Mistress Carrie)