Jenna paused in her approach, turning to glare at Angela with venom in her eyes. "At least I'm not trying to hide my body behind lace like some insecure little girl," she shot back, her hands running down her leather-clad body. "Master prefers a woman who knows how to use what she's got, not some timid virgin playing dress-up."
Angela's face flushed with anger, her fingers digging into her palms. "Timid? You couldn't satisfy a man if your life depended on it!" She stepped closer, her voice dropping to a dangerous purr. "I've seen the way Master looks at me - with real desire, not just amusement at your pathetic attempts."
Jenna's eyes narrowed as she stood up, squaring off against Angela. "Oh really? Then why am I the one who gets to go first, hmm?" She reached out, grabbing a handful of Angela's lace-covered breast and squeezing hard. "Maybe because Master knows real pleasure when he sees it."
