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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8 comments:
Very good. Love this one.
I am so glad I read these. Both were terrific:) xo
Loved how you continued the story!! I can't believe I feel bad for the bitch! Great 100!!
A neat twist, making the blonde more sympathetic than I could see her. Well done!
Great Loved the continuation.
This is cool, I love the continuing story idea. I'm like Katie, I kinda feel sorry for the...Lady.
good stuff!
Excellant good imagination
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