<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">As a whore with many years of experience, Zara knew just what to do and how to move her fingers so that Fiona's thighs could not keep her sex from the woman's wandering hand. And as such, she felt the heat and the softness of the whore's skin, knew that if her fingers slipped inside they would be welcomed. But this was NOT what Zara wanted; she wanted to scare the little bitch, not make her enjoy it! And what was worse...Zara's own body had reacted immediately and had burned with a hunger that could only be sated with the sexual explosion of two bodies. Fiona had effectively turned Zara on.<br/><br/>The soft touch down her back surprised her, because Zara wasn't used to tenderness. Demand. Control. Lust. Pain. She was used to those; all of her clients knew that not even blood made Zara stop. They could push her body to the limit and further still and Zara would welcome it all. But tenderness...? It unsettled her; left her feeling vulnerable. Because...she actually enjoyed it.<br/><br/>She bit Fiona's lower lip hard before she jerked her mouth away, her chest rising up and down rapidly with her breathing. Her eyes narrowed as she said with a cold smile, "See...I treated you like a whore...and you're still wet. So stop lying to yourself and everyone in the Teahouse...love has nothing to do with sex." She jerked away from Fiona and moved her hand  from between the other woman's legs, her eyes gleaming with fiery hunger as she raised her hand  to her lip and ran her tongue over her palm, blatantly catching Fiona's scent.<br/><br/>"You either come into my room. Or I go into yours. And believe me, pearl...you don't want me to go into your room." Her eyes burned angrily, because even though she spoke the words, the thoughts of him being with Fiona hurt more. So Zara was going to show the little pearl what it meant to be with Zara...and she would make sure and scar her body so everyone in the Teahouse would know too.<br/><br/>Without another word, Zara turned and made her way down the steps and away from the Gazebo, not staring at Fiona or Anel. She needed to make it to her room, pronto.<br/><br/>She was dying to touch herself.</span>