Chapter Seven
Touch Of A Gloved Hand
“And who might you lovely leather twins be?” Gerhard Heiderslagen, one of the party hosts and an on-the-record disciple of Brillcart, whispered into Jean Groff’s leather-covered ear. He stood at least six inches taller than Groff in her high heeled boots and was dressed, surprisingly and inappropriately enough, as an SS officer from the Third Reich.
“f**k off,” Groff muttered, looking Heiderslagen slowly up and down and frowning under her mask. “You have a lot of nerve wearing that uniform here,” she added.
“But, my dear,” Heiderslagen pressed, lightly rubbing Groff’s perfect ass with his gloved hand, “you must be here looking for work in that outfit.”
“Touch my ass one more time and I’ll break your arm,” Groff said.
“And I’ll break something els
