<div class="floatleft">(http://cache.desktopnexus.com/thumbnails/542377-bigthumbnail.jpg)</div><br/><em>"She's awake. If you want to come in, don't forget your mask."</em><br/><br/>Jackie took long puff on her joint and then washed it down with another sip of bourbon.<br/><br/>“Fuck no,” she said, her tone a throaty purr deadened by smoke.<br/><br/>The bath was the perfect temperature, scented with sandalwood and vanilla and the intoxicants were just starting to take effect. She hadn’t been this relaxed in weeks, planning for this damn heist had wrecked her sleep and left her nerves in knots.<br/><br/>So hell no, she wasn’t going to go get out of this tub to go inform their hostage of her fate.  Anyway Marc on his own would be more intimidating. Despite all evidence to the contrary, women still thought that other women wouldn’t cause them hard. She’d come in later, bring her soup or tea and then make her pretty for her photo shoot. Right now, she was going to let Marc play with their victim. Test his self-control. He said that she had to be pretty for the camera, but there was a lot one could do without leaving a mark. Would be interesting to see if he could keep his hands to himself.<br/><br/>She took another puff and slipped further down into the steaming pool.<br/>