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that what they were going to do to her now?
    “Miss Neilson?”
    Here we go. Her heart was pounding as she lay down on the table.
    “Face up, please,” the girl said.
    The girl covered her with a small sheet while she turned onto her back. At least she was able to keep some basic modesty, she thought. However, those thoughts were short lived when two men entered the room. Two shirtless muscular men. Oh boy, this is really happening.
    The first man, who seemed to be in charge, moved forward to stand by her side. “Have you chosen a safe word?”
    She answered him without thinking. “Yes, it’s ‘penny’.” That expression had kept crossing her mind since this all started, so it seemed like a good choice.
    “Fine. We’ll get started. You are aware of the rules?”
    She nodded automatically, but wondered which particular rule he referred to. She opened her mouth to speak, but before she could utter a word the men each took one of her hands, wrapped her wrists in cloth and tied her securely to the table. After that they reached under the table and brought out two metal poles, each with a hook and a leather strap attached at one end. The sound of metal sliding against metal startled her and she jumped as they placed the poles upright into sockets at the side of the table. As they worked, the girl with no name moved to the head of the table and covered Erica’s eyes with a black satin mask.
    She struggled against her restraints. “Hey, wait a minute!”
    The sheet was drawn back from her chest and someone grabbed one of her nipples, twisting it hard and causing her eyes to tear up.
    “You will not speak unless you wish to use your safe word. Do you want to use it now?”
    Holy shit that hurt . But strangely the wetness between her legs seemed to increase.
    She shook her head. “Sorry, I was just surprised by the blindfold.”
    A hand slapped across her breast. “No talking unless you use your safe word, or I instruct you to speak. Next time nod or shake your head.”
    Oh crap, she was going to be black and blue unless she got her act together. As the slight sting subsided, she closed her eyes beneath the mask and took a few breaths. She could do this. Yes she could. Maybe.
    When she relaxed back against the bed the other man spoke. “Good. This is your first lesson, Enya. You must remain very still.”
    The sheet was whisked away and her legs were raised and wrapped with the leather straps attached to the poles. She felt like she was visiting her gynaecologist, although she never got this turned on at the doctor’s office. Every inch of her skin tingled while she lay there completely naked and exposed with her pussy open to everyone in the room. She tensed as gentle hands pulled on her pubic hair and trimmed it with scissors. Who was that? The girl with no name, or one of the gorgeous hunks? Biting her lip she tried really hard to ignore the high-pitched snipping sound of the scissor blades as they worked above her most vulnerable body parts. No one uttered a sound and she wondered what the men and the girl with no name saw. Did they like what they saw? Did they enjoy their jobs? Or was she just another paying customer?
    She jumped when a warm cloth was placed over her mound, and cried out as the cool air blew over her skin, when a minute later it was removed.
    It was all happening too fast.
    She held her breath at a new sensation of the scrape of blade against the skin of her folds. A second person pulled her folds open and God forbid, she couldn’t help the trickle of wetness release from inside her. Oh God, they must be able to see that! The feeling of being on display and helpless was doing strange things to her. She should be terrified, but her body had other ideas. After the blades came the buzzing sound of the small electric razor. It tickled as it skimmed over her skin catching what the blades had missed. Much to her embarrassment, the razor was also used to remove the hair from the small patch of skin