<div class="floatleft">(http://cdn.trendhunterstatic.com/thumbs/style-noir-for-vogue-italia.jpeg)</div><br/>“Open,” she commanded, tapping Jasmine on the nose. She then filled what little space remained between them and whispered hotly in her ear.<br/><br/>“You don’t get to pretend your somewhere else baby. This is what’s happening, right here, right now and you don’t get to change the channel.”<br/><br/>She ground her leg a little higher up, putting more pressure on the girl’s pelvic bone. Just to get her point across. There would be no disappearing into her mind and escaping what was happening to her body. Jackie had no interest in fucking corpses, whether they had a pulse or not. Besides the pleading was the best part.<br/><br/>“Now open up those pretty blinkers.”<br/><br/><em>"Are you playing nice?"</em><br/><br/>She tilted her head at the sound of Marc’s voice, like a dog when it hears its owner.<br/><br/>“Yeah,” she responded, casually outlining Jasmines face with the point of one crimson nail.<br/><br/>“We’re playing just fine, aren’t we sugar?”<br/><br/>It surprised her somewhat when Jasmine said she’d never fucked a girl. Hell, she thought all those bored rich bitches tried eating pussy at least once to pass the time.<br/><br/>“Just fine,” she repeated, twisting Jasmine’s left nipple between two surprisingly strong knuckles. It wasn’t a quick purple nurple, the kind that her brothers had been so fond of, but rather a slow mechanical twist.<br/><br/>“You gave my man quite the scare honey,” she told her. She began to work her thigh across the girls nethers, a slow tease over her underwear, nothing too forceful just enough to say hello. Unlike her knuckles which continued their agonizing function, turning Jasmine’s soft flesh in on itself and upside-down.<br/><br/>“But we’re going to get this straightened out, aren’t we?”<br/>