The look on Sasha's face pleased Jodi in some perverse way.<em>That's right. You don't know everything about me</em>, she thought triumphantly.<em>As soon as you leave me alone, thinking I'm so weak, so pliable, I am so, so out of here, 'Mistress'!</em><br/>Her hands slid up to cup Sasha's, grinding the older woman's hands to her breasts; the extra pressure made her nipples stand out, as if Jodi were honestly aroused, and not faking. "I used to be a stripper, Mistress," she said, long lashes fluttering over her jade eyes. "My ex-girlfriend taught me how."<br/><br/>Cecil's presence had almost slipped her mind; she sent a narrow green glare his way; he might dress like a girl, but he was still a boy.<em>If she thinks she can get me to sleep with a man, she's gonna find out a lot quicker how much of this act is bullshit</em>, the little lesbian thought rebelliously.