<div class="floatleft">(http://fc01.deviantart.net/fs39/i/2009/001/d/3/Femme_Fatale_by_SableSinCyr.jpg)</div><br/>“Fuck with her?” She teased him, moving the unconscious girls hands out of the way and pulling her tight red dress off one of her tits and sucking on the nipple. Her eyes never left his.<br/><br/>“Or maybe this was what you had in mind?” She asked, popping her mouth off of Jasmine’s flesh. This time her hand slipped under her dress, leaving the actions up to Marc’s imagination.<br/>She gave a haughty laugh as she once again picked up her Vogue and read for the rest of the ride.<br/><br/>Once they did reach the cabin, she tossed the magazine aside and scrambled for the door. The interior was better than she had imagined. There were no raccoons already dwelling there at least. She picked the most uncomfortable bed in the place and tossed the handcuffs she always carried with her on them.<br/><br/>There she had done her part for the night.<br/><br/>Rubbing her temples she hurried to the bathroom, with its beckoning bathtub.<br/>