Darling, you really have no shame," said Jill. Complementing Silvia with her grin.
"God, no! That parasite have ended the carreers' of some of the most talented artists before they even started," responded Silvia. Then walked behind Jill and started to rub her shoulders. Whispering: "Is your doll. Play with it, have some fun, sexy."
Jill closed her eyes. She was tempted. Crazy, it would be like stepping on her phone with stilettos and hoping that the screen wouldn't crash. She stood still, biting her bottom lip and shaking her fingers.
"Just go!" Said Silvia. Spanking Jill in the same way jockeys order their horses to go forward. Jill opened her eyes, surprised, but not angry.
Her hips danced as she approached Jack. The alluring motion was hypnotizing. Her rich perfume controlled his fear. Jack had seen a cobra moving in the same rhythmic motion in a YouTube video before; this was seconds before it killed it's prey. She elegantly placed one shoe on his stomach. Her red dress moved away to reveal a little bit more of her leg. Teacher Silvia moved her hands, signaling Jill to stand up in the dummy. Jill grinned back and obeyed. Digging both heels on the wobbly body to not fall down. "Wait, why does it feels so good? A glass of wine, a good book and this little guy... oh, that would be the perfect evening," said Jill.
Silvia raised her eyebrows. "Did I just made you into a dominatrix? Tell your husband that I say sorry and your welcome."
They both laughed, unaware that Jack was being compressed to a point where he could pop.
In an improvised runway, Jill walked through Jack to see his face better. The stoic victim hide the twitching of his eyes, one for every step, under the shades. Humming, she held one foot and caressed his cheek with it. It wasn't threatening. She was not hunting a beast. It was more of a way of evaluating the quality of her possession. Like feeling a new leather couch before sitting on it.
Silvia sneaked behind Jill to hug her. Putting even more weight on Jack. In a tone that matched her puppy eyes she asked: "Can I make the no boys allowed sign? C'mon! Let's be silly." Jill winked at her. Silvia applauded. "Wait, I know, give me some space." She got off Jack and flexed her fingers in a "move" motion. She then grabbed her purse and searched for her lipstick. "No boys allowed" was written on Jack's shirt next to a smiley face. A reminder of the rules. As Silvia, on the sofa, showed Jill photos of actors and named their "inches," Jack was daunted by the coming of the next guest.
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