X, Y, and Z

Sophia had settled on the only actual seat in the room. The leather sofa. The leather sofa that was already occupied by X.

"So, looks like we have to come up with something we're both satisfied with Sophia."  The deep husky drawl had come from right beside her. The hot breath against her ear sending involuntary shivers down her spine.

"Not really."  the voice this time coming from the shadows to her right. "She's just got to do what we tell her. That is if she wants to keep her fella happy. I'm in need of a new toy."

She could taste the sadistic smile in the way he spoke.  A whisper of fear running through her veins. She knew it was stupid of her to even turn up, but she did it anyway.

The guy left with the nickname Y hadn't uttered a word yet. He moved from behind the sofa so that he was in front of them, but at the end of the room. His arms full with the equipment he proceeded to set up. 1 of which being a camera on a tripod.

Xs hand was suddenly on her thigh, slowly working it's way up her leg. She went to pull away, but then remembered her place. She needs to do this to save her marriage. The hand now at her damp entrance,  begins to gently rub circles through the fabric of her leggings.  And then his mouth was on her neck. Suckling the space between her ear and collarbone. "We're going to make a movie." he murmured into her ear.

Sophia mentally went through the 3 characters she'd just met. Knowing she needs to know as much as possible if she's to get through this. Her breath hitching in her throat.  Enjoying the sensation of someone other than her husband touching her much more than she'd like to believe.

X. The one turning her on with a flick of his wrist, and a stroke of his tongue. He wants a lot from her. But he wants her to want it. Enjoy it. The horny one.

Z. He seems to already be enjoying the fact that he can get her to do whatever he wants. Whether she wants to or not. He may even want her to cry. To her hurt her. The sadistic one.

She was surprisingly more worried about the last one to mention.  

Y....

He walked around setting things up. Listening.  Watching. Yet to speak or act out. He was still hiding.