Soon my private, after hours “modeling” sessions grew in popularity as word had seemed to spread around several online websites.One-night Mr. Wils...n wanted to see a nightie he had his eyes on as a present for Judith’s upcoming Birthday. I already knew where this night would end up and I smiled to myself as I grabbed it and took him by the hand guiding him into the staff room at the back of the store. I slowly stripped in front of him and slipped it on. I asked him if he liked it as I. I was working a conference in Paris for a British based International Coms company.I’d sort of fallen arse backwards into a sales career after leaving school with no meaningful qualifications and no specific talent, save for a masters in silver-tongued bullshitting. Within a few inglorious months of living on the dole, that talent had honed itself (borne of desperation) and I talked my way into my first job, which in turn helped me land on my feet, gain several promotions and slungshot me to. A gibbous moon, pregnant with danger, peered down like a blind eye, giving the feeling of being watched by some lurking evil. The dark trees waved their branches menacingly, as if to grab the unwary, seeming to reach out with long shadows in the dim pale light of the pulsing moonlight. A slight figure appeared, running into the clearing, looking over it's shoulder anxiously, seemingly fearful of pursuit. With a flash of white blouse and a rustle of bustle, the sound of bare feet pattering on. AJ whimpered softly, looking at the floor... Bayley was being so sweet to her up until now. But AJ couldn't deny the sudden roughness turned her on."Mmm... Loser." Said Bayley, slapping AJ again. "Useless... Fucking... Loser..." She reigned down slaps on her opponents face between each word, still with a huge smile on her face. "Losers are only good for fucking! And that's what I'm gonna do to you!" The slaps kept coming. AJ's face was stinging painfully.Bayley shoved AJ down on the mat, right.