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    Without a moment’s hesitation she reached behind her, unhooked her bra and let it slide down her arms, catching it before it hit the floor. Her ample breasts tumbled free and she felt the warm air on them. She smelled a sudden burst of her perfume from where she always daubed it on the warmth of her breasts.
    She hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her panties, stared at him boldly, as if she could see him and pulled them down, bending over to get them over the fullness of her thighs. She let them drop down her legs, then bent down, keeping her knees carefully together and retrieved the wispy garment, folded it, and laid it atop the pile of her clothes.
    Her nakedness felt like some sort of moral victory and she straightened up again, purposely thrusting her breasts forward and spreading her legs slightly to make sure he saw everything. She had been naked with men many times, but she realized now that she had never displayed herself to anyone like this before—never stood totally unclothed before another person’s critical gaze and the emotions it set off were complex and confusing. She was both embarrassed and strangely proud.
    And she was not without some tricks of her own. When she grew uneasy just standing there, she raised her hands and combed them through her hair, which raised her breasts invitingly, then shook her head to make her hair fall free, and in so doing, made her lush breasts shake enticingly on her chest.
    If he was going to play with her, she would show him that she could play right back. Let him eat his heart out.
    She stood proudly in front of him, letting him see that she wasn’t afraid, wasn’t ashamed. She stared boldly and defiantly into the darkness over the desk and said, “Would you like me to turn around? Would you like to see my ass too?”
    “As you wish,” he said softly.
    Zoe turned around and let him see her high, round ass, which was one of her points of particular pride, invitingly firm and tempting. She looked back at him over her shoulder.
    “Well? Am I worth it?” she asked. “Do you like what you see? Are you getting your rocks off looking at the naked lady?”
    He didn’t say anything for a while and Zoe wondered if he were masturbating or playing with himself. But she saw that his hands were still on the desk.
    “You’re a very beautiful woman, Ms. Alexander,” he said finally. “Very beautiful. I mean that quite sincerely.”
    She knew very well that she was beautiful, she’d been told so many times. But the honest appreciation in his voice, devoid of any hint of salacious lust or desire, moved her somehow and she almost felt bad for mocking him. Poor, old, rich man. Maybe she was teasing him too much.
    “Thank you,” she said softly.
    He sighed deeply. “The money’s yours.”
    She realized that to go and take the money off the desk now would make her look cheap, as if she didn’t trust him. Worse, it would make it seem that she had taken her clothes off only for the money, that she really was some sort of whore. That might be true, but she didn’t want to call attention to the fact. She saw now how the money that changed everything.
    Zoe sat down in the chair, as naturally as she could while keeping her knees discreetly together. The leather was warm and very supple against her skin, almost like another body. She felt very vulnerable sitting naked like this and her vulnerability was strangely arousing to her.
    She cleared a strand of hair from her eyes and said, “You know, if you’d just approached me as a regular person, as a man, and asked me out or shown some respect… Well, you might have gotten your peek for free. Or at least a lot less money.” Now she heard him laugh, a warm and open laugh.
    “Oh? You think so?” he asked.
    Zoe shrugged. “I’m not ashamed of my body. I enjoy being looked at, actually. I just don’t like being told what to do. I don’t like being made to feel like a whore, like I can be bought and sold.”
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