Pulp
Vegas Wenches by James L. Rubel
(Merit Books, 1961)
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From the way she was working at the zipper of her dress, it looked as if she intended to do another strip act.
In a moment he found out she was. The dress slid off first, she stepped out of it, hung it over the back of the nearest chair. She removed all the pins from her hair, permitting it to fall loosely down over her shoulders and her bare back.
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"She used her nymphomania to get him to join her ravishing rogues. . .
You'll never in your wildest dreams imagine how this group of voluptuous hussies used him to satisfy their larcenous lusts and their uncontrollable hungers."
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