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if she was hoping to be asked to leave or not.
    ‘She might be a pleasant distraction when things get, shall we say, cramped. She can stay.’
    ‘Very good, madam,’ Miss Sarah moved to Jess. ‘You may stay, Miss Sanders, but you will not move, and you will not touch yourself.’
    Jess exhaled gently as she privately came to terms with the fact that she’d have been disappointed if she hadn’t been allowed to witness whatever was about to happen. She already wanted to find out what the woman meant by “cramped”.
    With a lack of self-consciousness which Jess could only envy, the woman Miss Sarah referred to as madam, striped off her blouse and skirt. standing only in a crimson bra and matching thong, she then allowed Miss Sarah to assist her in the removal of her underwear.
    Already finding it difficult to keep in her position against the wall, Jess couldn’t prevent her eyes from straying between madam’s small breasts and towards her totally shaved pussy.
    Her body’s reaction to the women in this hotel had been Jess’s biggest shock since she’d begun to work at Fables. She’d excused her unexpected arousal by telling herself that Mrs Peters and Miss Sarah were professionals; they exuded a sexiness that was impossible to ignore. This woman, however, was an outsider. Jess was disconcerted to find she was equally turned on by her presence and realised her previous excuses held no water.
    The clerk thought back to the evening before, alone at her kitchen table, the local paper open at the page of job advertisements, knowing she should be hunting for alternative employment. Totally convinced she shouldn’t even bother getting up and going to Fables in the morning, Jess was equally convinced she would go anyway, that searching for new employment was merely a gesture to her troubled conscience.
    Staring at Miss Sarah as she helped the naked woman onto the medical bed, Lee’s words echoed in Jess’s brain yet again. Did she really want to know how far she could go? Could it be that, by accident, she had stumbled across a side of her sexuality that she actually needed to be fulfilled? Jess shut her eyes, trying to clear the voice from her head that was telling her to accept this as a fact, a voice that seemed all the more shocking because it was her own.
    When she finally opened her eyes, Jess found herself looking directly at Miss Sarah, ‘Sorry.’ A blush covered the clerk’s face in the presence of Miss Sarah’s displeasure.
    ‘I think Mrs Peters would require you to pay more attention than that, Miss Sanders.’
    Rather than risking an audible reply, Jess inclined her head meekly, in the manner she’d seen Lee adopt. Enough to show respect, but not enough to miss what was happening.
    Satisfied that Jess was now paying attention, Miss Sarah returned to the client, who was lying perfectly flat on the bed. Raising the woman’s head, Miss Sarah undid the ponytail, and placed a cushion beneath her head. Black hair hung loose around the pillow, making madam appear younger and more vulnerable somehow. Then, operating a previously unseen catch from under the bed, Miss Sarah pulled out a wide PVC strap and passed it over madam’s stomach, fastening it beneath the opposite side of the bed. Jess could see that it was pulled very tight, for the white band was digging into the flat sun-tanned stomach, as taut as an elastic band ready to snap.
    Madam didn’t make a sound as Miss Sarah took both her wrists and levered them high above her head, so they were stretched out beyond the support of the couch. Tying the wrists deftly together with surgical tape, Miss Sarah left them hanging unsupported, before focusing on her customer’s ankles.
    Jess held her breath as Miss Sarah pushed her guest’s legs up and outwards at the knee, so that they were almost off the bed. Then, with more surgical tape, she began to attach each ankle to madam’s thighs, trussing her up so that her channel was at its most visible and