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me, she thought in a flash of
entirely inappropriate jealousy.
    “Right then. As
you’re feeling so badly done to Abigail, it’s your turn. I’ll give
you one hundred pounds to pull your dress down to your waist and
jiggle your tits for twenty seconds. And eat the first course with
your tits out.”
    “A hundred
pounds? My fucking lipstick cost more than that.”
    “It’s your
call,” Jasper shrugged. “Take it or leave it. But remember, if you
forfeit you are out of the game. And if you play you have an
exceedingly good chance to win a lot more later on. So what’s it to
be?”
    “Bastard,” she
muttered. “You give the snotty cow nine grand for nothing in
return, and a measly hundred pounds for me to act like a slut?”
    As she spoke
she was looking at Nancy, her eyes flashing angrily.
    Boy, she’s
really got it in for me, Nancy thought nervously. What the
hell have I done to piss her off so thoroughly?
    “Like I say,
it’s your call. And for the record my offer has been reduced to
seventy five quid due to your rudeness. And my offer to Nancy has
increased to ten.”
    Ten
grand, she thought incredulously.
    “You arsehole,” the redhead said.
    “Fifty pounds,
and that’s my final invitation for you to play. Any more rudeness
from you and you can see yourself out.”
    The redhead’s
eyes flitted hungrily to the opened suitcase on the table and she
ever so slightly nodded her head.
    “Fine. I’ll do
it.”
    Nancy and the
other two women watched the exchange with rapt attention, no one
daring to speak.
    “No time like
the present,” Jasper said with a smile that made Nancy’s stomach
flip over.
    He just looked
so damn handsome and cruel that it made her heart beat
uncomfortably fast.
    Abigail slipped
off the thin straps over her smooth, ivory shoulders and peeled
down the neckline of her flimsy dress. She wore no bra, as Nancy
already knew. Her big tits popped out, round and full and entirely
perfect. Nancy let out an involuntary little gasp, unable to stop
herself from openly admiring the large, coffee coloured nipples
which so contrasted with the milky white skin.
    Abigail cupped
her breasts in her hands and started playing with them. Her tits
were so big the fleshy orbs spilled out around her hands. When the
woman’s nipples came into view through the cracks in her fingers,
Nancy saw how stiff they had become.
    “Come on,”
Jasper chided, “I told you to jiggle them, not gently stroke them.
Play the game properly or get the hell out of my house.”
    The redhead
obliged. She held the undersides of her tits and shook them hard.
Nancy watched mesmerised, unable to tear her eyes off the scene
unfolding before her. She guessed the woman had implants from the
way her breasts moved. She knew for a fact that her own breasts,
despite being a similar size and shape to the redheads, would
wobble a lot more if she were to do that to herself. But the
woman’s tits sat there like two fleshy boulders, despite the
violent treatment.
    “Hold them by
the nipples, shake them, I want to see them ripple.”
    Abigail did,
pinching her nipples between thumb and forefinger and shaking them.
The skin rippled a little and her tits bounced against each other
ever so gently.
    “OK, you can
stop now. You’ve had a lot of work done I see. I suppose plastic
tits have their place but I much prefer a natural breast.”
    His eyes
latched onto Nancy’s chest as he spoke and she felt herself blush
hot. There was no way she could do to herself in front of
people what the redhead had just done.
    Really? Are you
sure about that? Not even for a million pounds?
    Nancy looked
down at her lap, blushing furiously and close to tears.
    Jasper laughed
and smacked the naked woman on the backside. “Go on, get out of
here, I’m hungry.”
    The woman
walked away from the table, her neat but curvy buttocks flexing
with each step.
    When she looked
over at Jasper she saw he was staring at her, a look on his face
she couldn’t decipher. Like