This was the moment Lynn had been dreading with all her heart, and for an instant she asked herself why in the world she didn't tell this foul mouthed, cigar chomping idiot what he could so with his stupid video-tape and walk out of the studio. Then she caught a glimpse of Phil watching her very carefully from behind the camera, and she knew that if she lost her head and cost him a night's delay, he would find some way to get even with her. He could even fire Matt, despite the fact that good cameramen were hard to find, or worse, he could tell her husband about her past and thus destroy her marriage.

No, she was in it now and there was no way out, even if it meant absorbing some embarrassment. Well, as Kelly had said, it was no worse than being in a bikini… well actually, it was a good deal worse. Her brown pointed little nipples were barely concealed by this ridiculous costume and it gave her no support whatsoever, so that every time she moved, her firmly upthrust breasts bounced provocatively in such a way that all the men in the room could see them jiggling up and down on her chest. And from the bellybutton on down, she was in even worse shape. Supported by a slender golden chain which ran around her waist, there was a triangular shaped jeweled shield which inadequately covered her pubic zone, but the full fleshy half-moons of her buttocks were left exposed and perfectly naked.

But it had to be done and everyone was looking at her expectantly, so she quickly dropped the protective towel on a nearby chair and walked to the other side of the throne, knowing that her face was reddening with shame, but unable to do anything about it.

"Okay, let's roll 'em. Slaves, in position! Kelly make your entrance!"