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been
saying all along about the trick hat. It didn’t exist.
Rachel swore her nerves
were going to be the death of her. Jaxie had shown her how to work
the trick hat, but she only got the right key to pop out about
seventy-five percent of the time. The other times, the key fell
onto the key pile inside the hat instead of sticking out sideways.
Earlier, when Jaxie had asked her how good she’d gotten with the
hat, she’d lied and told her she got it right almost all of the
time.
Rachel just hadn’t wanted
to disappoint her friend with the truth. She gazed at her
watch.
Shoot! Almost
show time . She needed to hurry and get that
top hat and do a couple more practice runs.
* * * * *
So, this is how it felt
on the other side of the fence, so to speak, Jaxie thought. She’d
watched the excitement in the ladies eyes as they waited to pick
their key from the top hat. Sometimes, Jaxie would arrange for
certain women to be matched with certain men.
Tonight it was her turn.
She’d already informed Rachel of the two hunks she wanted. That
gladiator she’d danced with and his friend. They had nice muscles.
They could hold her down with their powerful hands while they
fucked her.
As she stood in the
lineup waiting her turn, she got the distinct feeling Rachel was
way too nervous. Heck, if the cat whiskers that Jaxie had drawn
onto Rachel’s face were real, she’d swear Rachel would be twitching
them with her nervousness.
Rachel’s cheeks were red
too, a sure sign of her nerves.
Yeah, sure this was her
first official try at the top hat, but something was bugging
Rachel. First, she kept avoiding eye contact with her. It meant
Rachel was feeling guilty about something. But what?
Second, Rachel kept
worrying her bottom lip. A sure sign something was not going
according to plan.
But what?
Dammit!
This was
supposed to be a wonderful experience…for both of them. Rachel got
to run the club, which she’d been hinting that she’d love to do,
and Jaxie got her m nage.
So why were they both
experiencing the damned jitters?
By the time it was her
turn to step up to Rachel and the top hat, shakes were rushing
through her. Why in the world hadn’t she just gotten the key from
her office, where she kept them? Why put herself through
this?
She knew why. Because she
wanted to see how it felt. She wanted the whole thing, just like
she’d given her friends and others who had asked to be
matched.
It was supposed to be
exciting…even though she was cheating.
“ Ahh, the
beautiful princess bride. Come forward, my dear. Don’t be shy. Just
place your hand into the magical hat and and see what room will
help you achieve your delights tonight,” Rachel called out to her
and motioned for her to come closer.
Jaxie stepped forward.
She held her breath and lifted her hand as Rachel held the hat
high. Jaxie finally managed to capture Rachel’s gaze.
Yep, guilt shone in her
eyes and her wimpy, watery smile did nothing to reassure Jaxie that
things were going according to plan.
Au
contraire.
Now was not the time to
ask. There were too many witnesses.
Jaxie dipped her hand
into the hat and held her breath as she pretended to pick her way
through the keys that lay at the bottom of the hat.
Darn! They all felt
similar. Which one was the right one?
Her heart began to pound
and a whisper of anxiety ran through her.
She glanced at Rachel and
tried to read her. But she couldn’t. Rachel’s face had suddenly
turned into an emotionless poker face.
“ Come now,
princess bride, hurry and pick your key. Which will it be? Which
will it be?”
Suddenly something nudged
her finger.
Finally!
Jaxie grabbed it and
pulled out the key. She gasped.
Wrong
key !
“ The princess
bride has pulled out the crystal key!” Rachel shouted. She gave
Jaxie a wide smile. The woman didn’t even look guilty for screwing
up.
The bitch.
Easy, Jaxie,
don’t show any emotion . Don’t let anyone suspect this was supposed to be
rigged .
The
saying all along about the trick hat. It didn’t exist.
Rachel swore her nerves
were going to be the death of her. Jaxie had shown her how to work
the trick hat, but she only got the right key to pop out about
seventy-five percent of the time. The other times, the key fell
onto the key pile inside the hat instead of sticking out sideways.
Earlier, when Jaxie had asked her how good she’d gotten with the
hat, she’d lied and told her she got it right almost all of the
time.
Rachel just hadn’t wanted
to disappoint her friend with the truth. She gazed at her
watch.
Shoot! Almost
show time . She needed to hurry and get that
top hat and do a couple more practice runs.
* * * * *
So, this is how it felt
on the other side of the fence, so to speak, Jaxie thought. She’d
watched the excitement in the ladies eyes as they waited to pick
their key from the top hat. Sometimes, Jaxie would arrange for
certain women to be matched with certain men.
Tonight it was her turn.
She’d already informed Rachel of the two hunks she wanted. That
gladiator she’d danced with and his friend. They had nice muscles.
They could hold her down with their powerful hands while they
fucked her.
As she stood in the
lineup waiting her turn, she got the distinct feeling Rachel was
way too nervous. Heck, if the cat whiskers that Jaxie had drawn
onto Rachel’s face were real, she’d swear Rachel would be twitching
them with her nervousness.
Rachel’s cheeks were red
too, a sure sign of her nerves.
Yeah, sure this was her
first official try at the top hat, but something was bugging
Rachel. First, she kept avoiding eye contact with her. It meant
Rachel was feeling guilty about something. But what?
Second, Rachel kept
worrying her bottom lip. A sure sign something was not going
according to plan.
But what?
Dammit!
This was
supposed to be a wonderful experience…for both of them. Rachel got
to run the club, which she’d been hinting that she’d love to do,
and Jaxie got her m nage.
So why were they both
experiencing the damned jitters?
By the time it was her
turn to step up to Rachel and the top hat, shakes were rushing
through her. Why in the world hadn’t she just gotten the key from
her office, where she kept them? Why put herself through
this?
She knew why. Because she
wanted to see how it felt. She wanted the whole thing, just like
she’d given her friends and others who had asked to be
matched.
It was supposed to be
exciting…even though she was cheating.
“ Ahh, the
beautiful princess bride. Come forward, my dear. Don’t be shy. Just
place your hand into the magical hat and and see what room will
help you achieve your delights tonight,” Rachel called out to her
and motioned for her to come closer.
Jaxie stepped forward.
She held her breath and lifted her hand as Rachel held the hat
high. Jaxie finally managed to capture Rachel’s gaze.
Yep, guilt shone in her
eyes and her wimpy, watery smile did nothing to reassure Jaxie that
things were going according to plan.
Au
contraire.
Now was not the time to
ask. There were too many witnesses.
Jaxie dipped her hand
into the hat and held her breath as she pretended to pick her way
through the keys that lay at the bottom of the hat.
Darn! They all felt
similar. Which one was the right one?
Her heart began to pound
and a whisper of anxiety ran through her.
She glanced at Rachel and
tried to read her. But she couldn’t. Rachel’s face had suddenly
turned into an emotionless poker face.
“ Come now,
princess bride, hurry and pick your key. Which will it be? Which
will it be?”
Suddenly something nudged
her finger.
Finally!
Jaxie grabbed it and
pulled out the key. She gasped.
Wrong
key !
“ The princess
bride has pulled out the crystal key!” Rachel shouted. She gave
Jaxie a wide smile. The woman didn’t even look guilty for screwing
up.
The bitch.
Easy, Jaxie,
don’t show any emotion . Don’t let anyone suspect this was supposed to be
rigged .
The
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