Her upper body was concealed only by her bra now as she stood up stretched before him. Allison's stomach quivered as he placed the flat of the knife blade against it. Her chest heaved with her panted breathing as he slowly glided the metal up along her stomach, onto her ribcage, and then stopping as the blade slipped beneath the bottom edge of her bra.
"A bra wasn't part of our deal, was it, Nevada?" he asked as he flipped the blade back and forth between the sheer black fabric and her flesh.
"N-no, it wasn't," she answered, her voice cracking. And then she watched as he turned the blade so that the sharp edge pressed out against the fabric. Holding the base of the bra with his other hand, he drew the blade upward between her breasts, cutting a line from its base to its collar. She felt
