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he was studying her as if she was a
rare animal in a zoo.
    She breathed a
sigh of relief when he looked away.
    “Well done,” he
said to Abigail. “Now it’s Jennifer’s turn. Jennifer, I’ll give you
five hundred if you take off your knickers and place one foot on
the table and hold your pussy open for twenty seconds so everyone
at the table can see.”
    Jennifer, the
woman who had been silent up until this point, shrugged like he had
asked her for nothing more out of the ordinary than to pass the
salt.
    “Sure,” she
said, “I’ve done a lot worse than that in the past.”
    Nancy wasn’t
expecting her to come out with that. She caught Jennifer’s eye and
the woman smiled at her. But it was an empty smile, devoid of
warmth and kindness.
    “What are you
looking at, Miss high and mighty?”
    What was it
with these women , she wondered. First Abigail and now
Jennifer. She had no idea what she had done to make them hate her
so much.
    “Now, now, put
those claws away, you know the rules,” Jasper said. “You’ll have to
forgive Jennifer’s rudeness, years of cocaine and too long in the
modelling industry have left her bitter,” he added, looking
directly at Nancy. “Not to mention she’s snorted most of her money
up her pretty little nose and now she’s in dire need of a large
cash injection.”
    “It’s fine,”
she stammered, hating the way he was making the redhead and the
brunette resent her even more. Or maybe that was the whole
point.
    She resisted
the sudden urge to leave. Just see it through for the next half
hour, take the ten grand and run, no matter what else he offers
you.
    “No time like
the present,” Jennifer said, standing up.
    She lifted up
the hemline of her long, black cocktail dress and reached up
underneath, sliding the black thong down her slender legs.
    With the
hemline of her dress rucked up around her waist she lifted up one
leg and placed the tip of her foot encased in the spikey black
heels on the table edge.
    Her forefinger
and index finger parted the lips of her sex in an upside down V,
revealing the dusky pink flesh that ran from her clit to her
hole.
    “Very nice,”
Jasper said. “Tell me Nancy, what do you think of Jennifer’s
cunt?”
    Nancy tore her
gaze away from the completely bald cunt, her mouth suddenly dry.
What a question, how the hell was she supposed to answer it?
    “It’s just a
cunt,” she said, feeling her face bush hot.
    “Just a cunt,”
Jasper repeated laughing, “I like it.”
    Nancy glanced
again at the Jennifer Aniston lookalike, her gaze inexplicably
flickering back to the exposed pussy. It was just that she had
never seen one in the flesh before, apart from her own of course.
The soft pink flesh glistened and Nancy realised that the woman was
actually wet with arousal. How could she get off on showing off her
body like this? What was wrong with her?
    Nancy squirmed
on her seat, a heat spreading from her stomach into her pussy.
    It’s just
fear, she told herself. Fear and disgust.
    “Very good,”
Jasper said, “you can sit back down again now.”
    Jennifer did,
pulling down her long dress and sitting on the chair. She didn’t
put her knickers on again though, Nancy noticed.
    “Can I have my
money now?”
    “Of course,”
Jasper replied, picking up a wad of money and flicking his thumb
through the banknotes thoughtfully. “But I’ll tell you what
Jennifer, I’ll increase your five hundred quid to a grand if you
take off your clothes for ten minutes.”
    “Fine by me,”
she said without a moment’s hesitation.
    “Oh, and you
can keep the shoes on.”
    She stood up
once more and slithered out of the clinging black dress like a
snake discarding its skin.
    Just like
Abigail, she wasn’t wearing a bra. Nancy stared at her beautiful,
naked body. She was model slim with neat little breasts and
oversized, toffee coloured nipples that stuck out from the dark
aerola.
    “Take a picture
why don’t you,” Jennifer said with a cruel smile,