Viviane peeked outside the small, round portal window of their guest room prison that overlooked the ocean. She noticed that the surface of the water was no more than a dozen feet below their window. She also saw a small pier with a few small boats tied up to the pier. No land mass could be seen on the horizon, but Viviane spotted ships sailing by from far away. She hatched a plan.

If we could just escape to the surface with a boat, we could float toward those shipping lanes and be rescued. We just need to get out of here and down to the pier where they tie up those boats.

Viviane knew that the guard outside their door was never more than one man at a time and that they changed shifts every four hours. The shift recently changed and the latest guard peeked into the window cut into their front door creeping out the twin girls Anaelle and Marielle.

Viviane caught the guard looking in through the window to check on them. Normally, the girls resented being peeped on. They usually cringed if they saw someone looking in at them, but this time, Viviane flashed a coy smile at the guard and waved her fingers at him. The guard’s eyes widened with surprise at this friendly gesture, but he was quick to turn away and stopped looking inside.

Viviane sauntered up the door and whispered through the crack so that the guard outside could hear her.

“Hey you…are you as bored out there as I am in here?” Viviane sounded alluring. “Why don’t we get to know each other instead of you having to peep at me all the time?”

The guard stretched his neck in discomfort as his skin broke out in a cold sweat. He was not going to be fooled by the charm of a good-looking girl. At least that was what he told himself.

“Don’t be stupid. I’m supposed to guard you and you’re the prisoner. What could we possibly have in common?”

“Oh, nothing. I just want to talk. Interested, hmmmmm?” Viviane’s drawled out speech was very tantalizing.

The guard pulled at his collar to release the heat. Sweat started to roll off his forehead. Truth be told, he was interested in the pretty girl Viviane, but he was too scared to engage with the prisoner. It took great mental fortitude to say “no” to Viviane’s invitation.

“I’m not going to talk with you. You’re wasting your breath.”

“Oh yeah? We’ll see about that!” Viviane now had a challenge to work on.

She moved away from the door and back to where Anaelle and Marielle were sitting on the edge of the bed and who had witnessed Viviane’s interaction with the guard. Viviane turned her attention to the twins now.

“Girls?”

Anaelle and Marielle responded simultaneously, “Yes?”

“You know I was a lingerie model for a clothing catalog before I became famous, right?”

Anaelle and Marielle both responded, “Yes, we do!”

“Would you like me to show you how it’s done?”

Viviane winked at the twins and whispered to them. “Play along with me, girls.”

Anaelle and Marielle first take a quick look at each other then back to Viviane. “Sure! Teach us how to be lingerie models!”

The guard, who eavesdropped from the outside, became very uncomfortable and hot under the collar. He wanted very much to peek in at the scene, but he continued to resist his curiosity, which he knew killed the cat.

Viviane continued with her modeling lesson. “OK! First, we need lingerie to model. Luckily, I’m already wearing a Soyeux matched, white, lacy set under my clothes. Let me show you.”

Viviane turned her head to look at the door with the window in it to see if she could catch the guard peeking in on them. Seeing no one in the window, she called out to the guard outside to tease him.

“Don’t you peep on me, you hear? I’m going to be undressed!”

With slow, seductive moves of her arms and legs, she unhooked her knee-length skirt and kicked it aside. Then, one-by-one, she released each button on her long-sleeved blouse until it was all open showing off her bra and smooth belly. With a deft move of her shoulder, she slipped out of her top and tossed it aside, too.

Wearing only her lacy bra and matching panties, she struck a pose and explained to the twins what she was doing.

“With lingerie, it’s all about the glamor. Like this.”

Viviane raised her arms above her head, but with her elbows bent.

“Or like this.”

Viviane put her weight on one leg and tilted her hips to create a curvy “S” shape with her torso.

The guard outside was tempted to look through the window to see what was going on inside. He made up some excuse about it being his duty to keep an eye on the prisoners and that it was time to check in on them anyway. Very carefully, he looked through the window with one eye.

Viviane, who had been keeping her attention on the window in the door, saw the guard peeping in with his one eye and walked over to the door.

“Here’s how we walk. Not too much sway since there isn’t any draping fabric to show off.”

She reached the door and smiled at the window and again flitted her fingers at the guard.

“So, do you like the show?” she crooned. “Why don’t you come inside for a better look?”

The guard, his willpower spent, did not have to be asked twice and he let himself in. Viviane walked back and forth for the guard again so he could get a good look at a real model’s walk which was confident, strong, sexy and graceful. She returned to the guard at the end of her walk with a megawatt smile on her face. She sparkled with electricity.

“This is how we roundhouse kick!”

“Huh?” The guard was confused.

With one swift move of her hips and legs, Viviane pivoted her hips and delivered a stunning blow to the side of the guard’s head and knocked him unconscious! He crumpled to the ground motionless. All that kickboxing came in handy after all! thought Viviane.

Viviane grabbed her blouse in one hand while she waved at Anaelle and Marielle with the other hand. “Come on, girls! We’re getting out of here now!”

The three of them rushed out the unlocked door without knowing where they were going.