She is interrupted.

“Clara stand still.” The brunette was done playing games.

“What? I’m not your…”

“I have a lovely naked video of you fighting with another woman while she masturbates. Who would you like me to send it to?”

“You can’t be serious?” Clara looked aghast.

“Shall we test your theory?” The brunette quipped in return.

Meekly, Clara shut her mouth.

“That wasn’t so hard now.” The brunette gave a sinister smile. "Clara, I think if you lightened up you could find this whole experience a lot more...." she circled Clara before whispering the final word in her ear "...relaxing."

"What do you want?" Clara clutched tightly to her body.

"Instead of fighting each other, why not help each other out?" The brunette laughed. Roslyn lifted from her stupor as the words piqued her attention.

"I'm not-" Clara began. The brunette held up her phone, with a picture of a blushing Clara presenting her pussy to a crowded casino. "This will be fun, trust me."

Hesitantly, Clara turned to face Roslyn.

"Hands by your side," the brunette ordered of Roslyn. Although this new stranger had no sway, a curiosity within her prompted Roslyn to follow the direction.

Slowly, Clara removed a hand from her breasts and reached over to touch Roslyn's dripping sex. Clara's hand recoiled as she made contact with Roslyn's wetness.

"This is-" Clara began.

"Keep going," the brunette encouraged.

Clara forged ahead and slipped two of her fingers into Roslyn. Immediately a moan of delight escaped Roslyn.