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We had kept in touch but were a little estranged. Envy played some part. Jackie was jealous of my education. Yet Jackie had no cause. It was she who was the year-old millionaire and I, twenty-six now, the unemployed graduate who had never found her place in the world of work till the wonderful job I had just been dismissed from after only three months.

There were three pretty young girls videoing what was happening to me on that warm June Saturday afternoon in the lounge of my ground floor London apartment. Two operating individual cameras, and one on sound. This was Jackie's business.

This was how she had made her millions. I'd known for a long time that she made films of girls being tortured sexually.

Jackie never put it as basically. But that is what she did. I never really listened when she was in boasting mode, as often she was when she was tipsy. And the girls she had were always so incredibly beautiful. And that was what was hurting momentarily as I heard that command. Was that how Jackie had always regarded me. She had always been a girl for girls.

Me, I wanted none of that and had gently but firmly declined her when, in our later teens, she'd grabbed me at the end of one of our drunken nights out.

For me it had been a succession of boyfriends each worse than the one who went before. She'd then snort with laughter, and we'd both be cheered up.

She could be so loving a friend. We'd both been the belles of the school. Nobody was in our league for looks and figure. And we knew it. At eighteen I was and still am five feet seven, pounds, with a 36D; 24, 37 figure, light brown hair, and very dark brown eyes. I can still turn any man's head at mile distance and more with my lovely face and my long strong and superbly shapely legs. And we were bitches to the boys and girls who lusted after us.

I worked hard on my body and still do. Swimming, belly-dancing, sword fencing, skating, running, cycling, aerobics, step-dancing, horse riding, and sex, lots and lots of sex, when I can get it.

If only I could have found a man who could even half deliver on his boastful promises. I did a better job for myself than any stupid selfish man ever did for me. There was never a time when I was not on the move. I loved the open air and freedom. I could never, but never, sit still when I had the chance to avoid it. That is how I lost the job and was about to lose my apartment.

I'd opted for a weekend hiking in Scotland when I was supposed to be preparing for a meeting. We lost the contract and my employers soon found that they: Ordinarily I had never asked and never would ask Jackie for money. She'd let it be known I only had to mention it and she would willingly provide. Before I started buying it, she'd offered to loan me the money for my apartment, interest free.

She'd then said that if I was that proud about borrowing from her, I could pay her interest on the loan if it made me feel better. But I had insisted on a mortgage from a bank. Job gone now and the housing market dead that was where my problems lay.

I had a massive loan on a very expensive fashionable-London property worth less than the money outstanding. I had no job and a gigantic loan to repay. Of course I reminded her of how she had always offered money and apologised that I had been so proud and independent before, adding that I was desperate, as she well knew, else I would never have swallowed pride to phone her. An hour later, I'd had a phone call from Jackie's secretary. And that was where it all began.

Pleased that Jackie had seen fit not to discuss my predicament with her secretary, I turned on my computer and opened my mail, getting rid of the usual uninvited credit card offers and other junk to open Jackie's message to me in answer to my prayer to her. As I read her message, my mouth fell open, and I felt a weird sensation in the pit of my stomach.

My first subsequent reaction was anger. And yet I read and re-read the message. And, as time drifted past and I calmed down, there was another strange feeling it was giving me between my legs. The more I had read it the more strangely exciting I had found it. Exciting in a nerve tingling way. It turned my tummy over. It excited me in spite of myself. No money unless you submit to being tamed in public and on film.

You have no choice. I was never one to exhibit myself in the manner of dress prescribed, and it took all my courage to wear what Jackie had directed. Why did I do it? I do not know even now. That message and my subconscious knowledge of my dependence on Jackie had suddenly touched off something new in me.

I dressed like a whore on a warm summer's night and found every man's head turning as I glided into the Longing Alms public house, a place where Jackie and I had often driven. Jackie and two young female companions were already there. Jackie knew she had won as soon as she saw how I was, or perhaps one should say was not, dressed. We sat at a table next a wall in an alcove. Jackie motioned for me to sit between the two girls they were no more than eighteen I'd swear.

The girls and I sat with our backs to the wall. Jackie sat opposite us. I tried to smile at Jackie. But that was not the way that things were now. There was no answering smile. The public house was busy. Many more were drinking outside. The sun was still shining. It was hot and humid. My incredible nervousness at my vulnerable nakedness beneath my skimpy garments was causing contractions in my bowels. But I feared to move from my seat. My fear at what was going to happen only increased as my peripheral vision told me the girls either side of me were drinking in the beauty of my bare thighs.

Jackie looked around to ensure she was not overheard, before quietly looking me straight in the face and saying in a low whisper: I blushed and averted my gaze. Jackie nodded to her companions, whom I later found were wired for video recording and sound: I sat bolt upright as I felt the warm pretty soft hands of the sexy pretty girls on my knees. I put my arms by my side to stop them touching me. They lifted my arms back by the elbows and insisted firmly by their actions that I keep them on the table.

I blushed crimson as they worked, hidden by the table, to pull the hem of my skirt even further up than it had naturally ridden when I sat. I would never before have let girls touch me as these girls were now. But what choice did I have? Again I tried to put my arms by my side and thereby stop them from touching me, but they each pushed my arms back onto the table even more insistently. The girl on my right leaned over to whisper in my ear. I moved my thighs nervously a little wider. The two girls set up an insistent rhythm and pattern running their eager hands up and down one each of my thighs.

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