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shoulder so hard she gasped. "When we go out there, your acting had better be better. You'd better have a big happy, I-just-came, post-orgasm smile on your face. Moan."
"Ooooohhh . . ."
"Better. I'll be crawling. Don't think you can get your mad out because I'm on my hands and knees; you really don't want me to show you how mean I can get. Who's the top bitch?"
"Megan."
"Moan."
"Oooooohhhh . . ."
"Very good. Much better. I think you like this too much. Who's Megan's bitch?"
"Karie?"
"Bingo, moaner. Let's hear a low, growly one this time."
"I . . ."
"Loud!"
"Ooooooaaaagggaaaa!"
"Good. Now, fast pants, moans, and then orgasm gasp . . ."
"Ah, ah, ah, ooooo . . . ooo . . . ooooh, AAAAAH! Oh, my God!"
"Good. You're good at faking it."
Karie suddenly lashed out a leg and tried to sweep Megan's out from under her. Megan jumped lightly over the leg and landed with both knees in the girl's back, driving the wind out of her lungs. Then she hit nerve points a couple more times, lightly, to get the point across. With each strike the woman let out a moan of pain. Close enough to pleasure for anyone listening in the hall.
"You can't beat me, you can't sneak up on me, and all of you together if I was asleep and stone drunk couldn't