Jasmine Plays Her Hand (Fantasy Guild No. 1) Read Online Free

along the hem of
her skirt, around to the back of her thigh. She held her breath as
his hand slid under the fabric, sought the edges of her
panties.
    Now, he traced that silky edge. His gaze rose
to meet her own. “You say you’re not the complaining type.”
    “That’s right.”
    “What if I were to ask you to remove your
panties for me? I think we’d all enjoy you serving us while we
picture how naked you are under that little skirt. It would please
us all very much, and it’s harmless, don’t you think?”
    She pretended to ponder his request. Then she
nodded. “I’m here to make you happy. I don’t see any problem with
you using your imagination.”
    “Splendid!”
    Jasmine stepped back. Sir and the rest of the
men watched as she demurely lifted the sides of her skirt and
hooked her panties under her thumbs. Keeping her pertinent parts
hidden, she slowly lowered her panties to the ground. Once she
picked them up, she dangled them on a finger in front of her
attentive audience.
    “Is it everything you hoped it would be,
Sir?”
    Sir gave her a slow, sexy smile. “It is,
Jasmine. Thank you.”
    “You’re welcome.” She tossed her panties onto
a nearby table. “Does anyone need anything?”
    Geoff raised his chin and gestured beside his
chair. “I dropped my napkin. If you wouldn’t mind ...”
    She strolled over and saw the napkin on the
floor. She kneeled down in a dainty movement, keeping her rear down
and legs together, in short, not giving him what he wanted. With an
innocent expression, she held the napkin up to him. “Here you
are.”
    “Thanks so much.” The corner of his mouth
twitched. He took the napkin, touching her hand in a lingering way.
Then he returned to the game.
    From the conversation that rose during the
play, she learned that the other man in a suit, the one close in
age to Geoff, was named Michael. He was blonde, tall, and lean, and
sent her hungry looks whenever he thought she wasn’t looking at
him. She enjoyed the obvious desire in those beautiful blue
eyes.
    She walked over to Michael and leaned down
next to him. Her voice was quiet so as not to interrupt the other
men who were bantering over their play. “I thought you might need
something. What can I do for you?”
    He glanced at her face, then down at her
cleavage displayed so near to him. “I’m finding part of your
uniform unappealing.”
    She frowned. “Oh, I’m sorry about that. Can
it be fixed?”
    He shrugged. “Maybe.” He held out his hands.
“Do you mind if I make an adjustment or two?”
    “Oh no. Go right ahead.”
    He reached out and headed straight for the
buttons on her blouse. In a few quick motions, he unbuttoned her
shirt half-way down her torso. The tight shirt gaped open and
displayed most of her breasts, including a full third of each
areola.
    He eyed the result but wasn’t satisfied with
it, and he rapidly undid the remaining buttons. He tied the shirt
ends together under her breasts, revealing her toned midriff, then
he adjusted the fabric so that her breasts were almost fully in
view. In fact, a slight tug on the loosened fabric would have been
all it took to completely reveal her breasts.
    He looked over his handiwork, a finger
traveling along the curves of her revealed chest.
    She swallowed hard, didn’t have to look
around to know all eyes were on her.
    “I think,” Michael said, “I can live with
this ... for now anyway.”
    She nodded. She suddenly felt a hand sliding
up her thigh and smoothing over her bare ass cheek. She turned her
head. It was Kyle, grinning widely.
    Jasmine stood up straight and allowed Kyle to
touch her at will. She trembled as his fingers approached her slit,
but never actually touched her there. He was a tease and she loved
it.
    She also loved the way the other men were
quieter now, how they didn’t know whether to look at her nearly
bare chest or to try to x-ray vision under her skirt to reveal what
Kyle was doing.
    Geoff was obviously struggling to keep