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The demanding customer Yasmine has returned this time she is greeted by the feisty Sara. Unlike the timid Emily, Sara is no pushover. The way Yasmine demands that Sara displays herself just rubs Sara up the wrong way! How will Sara make the sale if she is snapping back at the customer? But sometimes it is time to push back. The customer is not always right. Or is she?
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Yasmine's smile tightened, "Put it on. Now." Sara's breath hitched at the command, her smirk faltering as a stab of heat flared at the touch. She snatched the bra with a defiant flick, striding behind the curtain with a toss of her hair.
She shed her blazer and shirt, her skin prickling as she slipped on the gold chain bra, its cold links settling across her chest, the chains draping over her leaving her exposed. She stepped out, chin high, her posture defiant as the gold glinted against her pale skin. It fitted well on her slender body, the chains framing her and complementing her skin.
"Satisfied?" she asked, her tone dripping with sarcasm, though the brazenness of the chains worked its magic on her.
"Turn," Yasmine ordered, her voice steady as her hand reached out, fingers brushing past the gold to seek Sara with a slow, deliberate pinch, her touch entitled and uninvited.
Sara gasped, rolling her eyes but pivoting, the chains clinking as Yasmine's fingers lingered. "Hands off! I'm not your toy."
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Yasmine's smile tightened, "Put it on. Now." Sara's breath hitched at the command, her smirk faltering as a stab of heat flared at the touch. She snatched the bra with a defiant flick, striding behind the curtain with a toss of her hair.
She shed her blazer and shirt, her skin prickling as she slipped on the gold chain bra, its cold links settling across her chest, the chains draping over her leaving her exposed. She stepped out, chin high, her posture defiant as the gold glinted against her pale skin. It fitted well on her slender body, the chains framing her and complementing her skin.
"Satisfied?" she asked, her tone dripping with sarcasm, though the brazenness of the chains worked its magic on her.
"Turn," Yasmine ordered, her voice steady as her hand reached out, fingers brushing past the gold to seek Sara with a slow, deliberate pinch, her touch entitled and uninvited.
Sara gasped, rolling her eyes but pivoting, the chains clinking as Yasmine's fingers lingered. "Hands off! I'm not your toy."
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