As the needle broke her skin, she held her breath as the pain and the pleasure mixed inside her. Her own reflection wavered in her eyes. Once, Playboy had offered her a million to bare all, now she was doing it for what amounted to peanuts. A minute or more passed. Jennifer slipped back into the suit jacket. With a grim smile to the mirror she challenged, “I’m ready for my close-up, Mr. DeMille.”
Oh, how the mighty are fallen.
Jennifer opened the door, going to the couch. “Let’s do this.”
She’d give them a scene they would never forget.
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