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“it’ll last
longer.”
    Abigail
laughed. “I think the princess in the room has secret lesbian
tendencies.”
    Nancy blushed
hot and Julie threw her a sympathetic look.
    “What is it
with you two,” she managed to get out. “What have I ever done to
you?”
    “Ladies,
please, don’t start fighting or you’ll all be disqualified. Ah,
here comes the party food.”
    The naked woman
from before entered the room carrying a tray laden down with fruit.
She placed it in the centre of the table and Nancy warily eyes the
bunches of grapes, bananas, apples, and other exotic fruit of which
she didn’t know the names of.
    There was
something so decadent about the mound of fruit. Or something so
ominous. It put her in mind of a Roman orgy and a shiver ran up her
spine.
    “Ladies,”
admonished Jasper. “You haven’t touched your wine, please drink.
Slut, fetch the champagne.”
    The naked woman
left once more and Nancy nervously sipped her wine, as did the
others.
    “Shall we liven
things up a little?” Jasper asked. “Abigail, I’ll pay you one
thousand pounds right now to spend the remainder of the evening
naked.”
    “And I don’t
have to do anything else for that grand? Just be naked?”
    “No, nothing
else. If I want anything more from, I’ll just pay again for it. I’m
sure you have a price. Every woman does.”
    Not this
one, you bastard, Nancy thought.
    “Whatever,”
Abigail shrugged. “As long as you hand me the money now.”
    Jasper picked
out a wad of bound together notes and chucked it at the redhead.
She caught it and it was instantly swallowed up by her handbag.
    “You can leave
the shoes on too,” he added.
    “Fine,” she
said, getting to her feet, slipping out of the emerald dress that
was bunched up at her waist. “I’m sure the little closet lesbo will
enjoy the show.”
    Jennifer
tittered. Nancy was under no illusion as to who the ‘closet lesbo’
was she was referring to. Not for the first time she fought down
the strong urge to leave.
    Then she
thought of her Mum and she proudly lifted up her head. At least her
motives for being here were relatively pure, unlike those two money
grabbing slags.
    Abigail removed
her lacy white knickers. Like Jennifer, her pussy was bald.
    “No way to tell
if you’re a natural redhead then,” Jasper quipped.
    Abigail threw
him a withering stare and sat back down. Jennifer giggled that
horrible giggle again and Nancy had a sudden image of herself
slapping the silly tart across the face.
    Julie reached
into her handbag and pulled out her mobile to check the screen.
    “What do you
think you’re doing?” Jasper asked sternly.
    “Checking to
see if the half hour is up yet,” she said.
    “Don’t be so
fucking rude. Here.” He counted out eight wads of cash and slid
them across the table towards her. “Yours I believe.”
    Julies eyes
widened as she stared at the cash.
    “Thanks,” she
stammered, stuffing the notes into her shoulder bag.
    Nancy felt a
small rise of panic, when was she going to get paid?
    “Now little
Julie, I have another proposition for you. You are free to leave in
exactly twenty minutes with the cash and do nothing more. But I’ll
put this to you, fifty thousand pounds if you strip off too.”
    Julie stared at
him and Nancy could see her mind working, summing up her
options.
    “That’s a lot
of money,” she said slowly. “how long would I have to be naked, and
what else would I have to do?”
    “Nothing, that
is all the fifty thousand pounds covers; your nudity for the
duration of the game.”
    Nancy silently
wondered if and when he would ask her. Would she even be able to
bring herself to sit there naked? Was he right about all women
having a price? And if so, would fifty thousand pounds be hers?
    “I’ll do it if
you give me the cash first,” Julie said.
    The naked woman
appeared carrying a tray, on which two bottles of champagne and
accompanying flute glasses were perched.
    Jasper
addressed the nude