Chain, chain, chain....

[Nikita]

Out of respect for his boss, Mr. Withers stepped away from the slut and considered Mrs. Beckham.

"Perhaps you would like to do the honors?" he offered.

The room became so silent, one could hear a pin drop.

[PowerGames]

Mrs. Beckham smiled, a wickedly lewd grin, and reached for the yardsitck on the blackboard ledge. "I don't see why it has to be either or Mr Withers. The wanton slut is begging for it; why not both indulge her and then her wayward sisters?"

[Aesop]

Oh not both at once, the slut thought. The tears were streaming down her face now. Almost as fast as the juices that were sliding down her legs.