“And that concludes this evenings display of products,” the voice said, “Here Ladies and Gentlemen we have, Gillian, Gillian is available for private sessions at a mere one hundred and fifty pounds per session, but as usual the first session is for auction, who will start me at one fifty?”
“Martha, she thinks I’m Gillian.” Sarah whispered. XXNX “Gillian.” Fran said, then recovered, “I mean Sarah, can you do my zip please?”
A surge of excitement rushed through Sarah’s veins, if Fran thought she was Gillian well she truly was anonymous, and she carefully tugged at Fran’s zip. “If required,” the voice added in surprise. “Certainly, if you get changed I’ll sort out the bill and you can be on your way.”
Martha walked briskly away, and Sarah bolted the door behind her before sadly removing the latex gown and laying it down on the shelf and dressing
