I know you’re watching me from across the room. I know it because I can see your eyes on me. But I can also FEEL your presence.
Oh yes. I can feel your need from up here. You’ve got that look in your eyes. That hungry look, like a lean wolf on the prowl, looking for prey.
What would all your fans think if they knew you were here? Would they be disgusted? Would they laugh? Or worse yet, would they pity you?
You call me over and I walk…slowly. After all, you like to prolong the anticipation. I know you do. It’s so obvious. You prance and preen across a stage, shaking your ass for everyone who’ll pay to see it. Such a tease.
Why, we’re just alike now, aren’t we?
I start to dance. For you. Only for you.
You lean forward in your chair, trying to be cool, trying to act calm, but we both know the effect it’s having on you. After all, as much as you try to hide your emotions, you still plainly wear them on your sleeve. It’s one of the things I’ve always loved about you.
It doesn’t take much before I see exactly how turned on you are. You’re shifting in your seat, looking around at all the other men, wondering if they’re jealous of the fact that I’m only dancing for you. That’s always so important to you, isn’t it baby? You want everyone in the room to want what you’ve got, and know they can’t have it.
Your perfect life, right?
I know you can’t get enough of me. I know your fingers are burning to touch me. I shut out everyone else in the room. My eyes are trained on yours like a laser beam, blue on blue, there’s no escape baby.
Not that you’re looking for one.
I watch you swallow hard as my hands slowly circle my breasts, my fingertips teasing my nipples. Yeah, you wanna do that, don’t you baby?
You know you do.
Your eyes roam over my body. I toss my head back with an evil smile. I know exactly what I’m doing to you and I fucking LOVE it. And I don’t give a damn who’s watching.
Slowly, oh so slowly, I move my hands down my abdomen, gently fingering my lace garter belt before moving lower. Oh yeah, I know EXACTLY how you like to be teased.
You look around and notice that at least six other men sitting near you have turned their attention to me. Oops. That wasn’t part of the plan now, was it? Lord knows, you’ve never liked to share your toys.
Just as I’m fingering the lace-covered elastic crossing my hipbone, you wave me to you. With a smile, I come to you. For you.
Your eyes are dark with need and you’re breathing hard. Why, you can’t be in that condition out here, can you darlin’? I sit next to you, and you can see that my pupils are dilated with lust. For you, only you, baby. I lean toward you, my warm breath in your ear. You’re waiting for it, knowing what comes next.
After all, you scripted it.
“Wanna go private, baby?” I whisper.
With a curt nod, you take my hand and I lead you to the back, past the giant security guards and the managers in expensive suits with earpieces. A room has been set aside just for us, but one of the managers walks by and says with a chuckle, “Don’t forget the house rules…no happy ending.”
We enter and you close the door, which thankfully, has a lock. “Baby, you are…”
I place my finger over your lips, not quite ready for you to speak.
We walk over to the chair at the back of the room and I push you down into it, grateful for the throbbing beat of the music playing there. Britney Spears, Gimme More. Ironic, right? Well, not like they play Jovi in places like this babe.
I stand in front of you, your knees between my spread thighs and lean over, dangling my naked breasts in front of your face. You couldn’t believe I was willing to do that, could you? And all for you…
Slowly, I run my fingers through your hair, my warm breath a gentle caress on your cheek. “Don’t forget, honey, you can touch me, but you can’t touch yourself,” I warn.
I trail those same fingers across your jaw, now clenched, down your throat, where your adam’s apple is bobbing each time you swallow, through the hair at the open neck of your shirt. I unbutton the remaining few buttons and drag a fingernail across those defined ab muscles. My, I certainly do appreciate how hard you work to keep in shape, honey.
I lower myself as close to your knees as I can get without touching you, my fingers once again teasing my breasts, pushing them together, tugging on the nipples like I know you want to do until they’re distended and aching. You raise an eyebrow and I nod, allowing you to reach out and run your thumb over the tip of one nipple. That famous crooked grin appears when I shudder and gasp.
Ok, you got me. So maybe I can’t resist your touch.
But I’m not ready to go there yet, so I move your hand back to your side and turn around, sitting on your lap and moving your hands to help me remove my lace thong.
Once it’s gone, I hand it to you with a coy smile. You smile when you notice how wet it is, bringing it to your nose and inhaling deeply, that sparkle in your eyes.
“Naughty boy,” I scold softly. “I may have to spank you later.”
“Promise?” you whisper with a chuckle. But I’m already turning my attention away from you.
With my garter belt and stockings, and of course, my five-inch heels still firmly in place, I stand once again and dance for you. You lean forward in the chair, your hands appreciatively kneading my ass as I watch you in the mirror, leaning my head back so my hair will tickle your face.
Slowly I lower myself to your knees, leaning back against you, placing your arms around me and your fingers on my breasts. I can feel your heart pounding against my back, your breath coming in harsh gasps as you twist and pull my nipples, almost savagely, all the while watching our reflection in the mirror. You pull my knees back over the arms of the chair, smiling at me, spread open for you, my pink dripping flesh letting you know exactly how great my need is.
“You want it bad, dontcha baby?”
I close my eyes and nod, whimpering as you lightly stroke your fingers up and down my clit. “What a good girl you are, doing all this for me. I guess I should give you an extra big tip, hmmmm?”
You turn me so I’m facing you, my legs wrapped around the back of the chair.
“Mmmmm, what a pretty girl you are. You know what Daddy wants, don’t you, darlin’?”
I shake my head and hook my ankles behind the chair, trying to grind my pussy against your abdomen, the music an afterthought as I make my own rhythm, but you shake your head.
Only fitting I suppose, that the one who was doing the teasing will end up as the one being teased.
“Now be a good girl. What’s the magic word?”
“Please,” I whisper, my voice a hollow shell.
You press your thumb just above my clit, making it ten times worse. You know how bad I want you to touch me, but you still feel the need to exact revenge.
“Not loud enough, sweetheart. I didn’t hear you.”
“Please,” I say, barely finding my voice.
You swipe your thumb down my wet pussy, grinning when I lean all the way back, my head draped over your ankles. I can’t look in your eyes any more.
You lift your ankle so I’m once again supine, my body resting on your leg. “Scream it,” you say, and I hear the hard edge in your voice. Now using both your thumbs, you stroke along the sides of my pussy, but don’t touch me where I need it.
Finally I submit, squeezing my eyes closed and screaming “Please Jon.”
With a smile, you give me what I want, your fingers working their magic, then suddenly, pulling me up so my hips are level with your shoulders.
Before I can even gasp, your lips and mouth and evil, evil tongue are on me everywhere, inside, outside, til I’m writhing and bucking against your mouth, and you’re watching us in the mirror and so am I, hanging upside down from your lap and it’s so fucking sexy.
You know I’m close and you press your mouth so tightly to me I feel like I might faint, and then you start to hum and my entire body begins to vibrate with sensation. When I come, I flood your mouth and you lap eagerly, drawing out every single spasm until my screams turn to keening whimpers. And that’s when you slowly, gently, comfort me with your tongue, waiting for my heart to slow and my breathing to return to normal.
Reaching for my fingers, you pull me back up and hug me against your hard chest, wet with sweat and my juices.
I cuddle against you, smiling with satisfaction.
“You were pretty loud, baby. I hope they didn’t hear you out there,” you whisper with a chuckle.
“I don’t care if they did,” I say, smiling, my head still reeling from the force of the orgasm.
“So, how about a happy ending?” you tease.
I shake my head against you. “You know the house rules, sweetheart. No happy ending for you.”
“When we get home?” you ask hopefully.
“Absofuckinglutely,” I reply, my lips closing over yours.
But I’m not ready to go there yet, so I move your hand back to your side and turn around, sitting on your lap and moving your hands to help me remove my lace thong.
Once it’s gone, I hand it to you with a coy smile. You smile when you notice how wet it is, bringing it to your nose and inhaling deeply, that sparkle in your eyes.
“Naughty boy,” I scold softly. “I may have to spank you later.”
“Promise?” you whisper with a chuckle. But I’m already turning my attention away from you.
With my garter belt and stockings, and of course, my five-inch heels still firmly in place, I stand once again and dance for you. You lean forward in the chair, your hands appreciatively kneading my ass as I watch you in the mirror, leaning my head back so my hair will tickle your face.
Slowly I lower myself to your knees, leaning back against you, placing your arms around me and your fingers on my breasts. I can feel your heart pounding against my back, your breath coming in harsh gasps as you twist and pull my nipples, almost savagely, all the while watching our reflection in the mirror. You pull my knees back over the arms of the chair, smiling at me, spread open for you, my pink dripping flesh letting you know exactly how great my need is.
“You want it bad, dontcha baby?”
I close my eyes and nod, whimpering as you lightly stroke your fingers up and down my clit. “What a good girl you are, doing all this for me. I guess I should give you an extra big tip, hmmmm?”
You turn me so I’m facing you, my legs wrapped around the back of the chair.
“Mmmmm, what a pretty girl you are. You know what Daddy wants, don’t you, darlin’?”
I shake my head and hook my ankles behind the chair, trying to grind my pussy against your abdomen, the music an afterthought as I make my own rhythm, but you shake your head.
Only fitting I suppose, that the one who was doing the teasing will end up as the one being teased.
“Now be a good girl. What’s the magic word?”
“Please,” I whisper, my voice a hollow shell.
You press your thumb just above my clit, making it ten times worse. You know how bad I want you to touch me, but you still feel the need to exact revenge.
“Not loud enough, sweetheart. I didn’t hear you.”
“Please,” I say, barely finding my voice.
You swipe your thumb down my wet pussy, grinning when I lean all the way back, my head draped over your ankles. I can’t look in your eyes any more.
You lift your ankle so I’m once again supine, my body resting on your leg. “Scream it,” you say, and I hear the hard edge in your voice. Now using both your thumbs, you stroke along the sides of my pussy, but don’t touch me where I need it.
Finally I submit, squeezing my eyes closed and screaming “Please Jon.”
With a smile, you give me what I want, your fingers working their magic, then suddenly, pulling me up so my hips are level with your shoulders.
Before I can even gasp, your lips and mouth and evil, evil tongue are on me everywhere, inside, outside, til I’m writhing and bucking against your mouth, and you’re watching us in the mirror and so am I, hanging upside down from your lap and it’s so fucking sexy.
You know I’m close and you press your mouth so tightly to me I feel like I might faint, and then you start to hum and my entire body begins to vibrate with sensation. When I come, I flood your mouth and you lap eagerly, drawing out every single spasm until my screams turn to keening whimpers. And that’s when you slowly, gently, comfort me with your tongue, waiting for my heart to slow and my breathing to return to normal.
Reaching for my fingers, you pull me back up and hug me against your hard chest, wet with sweat and my juices.
I cuddle against you, smiling with satisfaction.
“You were pretty loud, baby. I hope they didn’t hear you out there,” you whisper with a chuckle.
“I don’t care if they did,” I say, smiling, my head still reeling from the force of the orgasm.
“So, how about a happy ending?” you tease.
I shake my head against you. “You know the house rules, sweetheart. No happy ending for you.”
“When we get home?” you ask hopefully.
“Absofuckinglutely,” I reply, my lips closing over yours.
