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The Dance
Date: 7/23/2015, Categories: Seduction, Author: henrygatewood, Rating: 17, Source: LushStories
sitting there, watching the stage distractedly as another dancer bares her all. You see me, and I see you. I meet your gaze instantly, and walk with purposeful strides over to your table. I stand over you, and your deep eyes roam down from my face over the full round curve of my bust, the black baby-doll hanging beneath it, down my naked legs to my feet, and back up again. It seems you are too spellbound to invite me to join you. I sit down anyway, right next to you. My thigh touches yours. You swallow. If you’re trying to keep your cool then I’m afraid you are failing. Your desire could hardly be more obvious if your tongue were hanging out. “Hello,” I say. You return the greeting smoothly, composing yourself, and we exchange names. “So,” I say, “would you like a dance?” You look almost disappointed that I’ve come to the point so quickly. “I don’t mean a quick strip up there,” I say with a gentle laugh, nodding up at the balcony and its little booths. “There are some more… private rooms about the place. And in there, we can take all the time we need.” You say something, but it is lost in the music. I lean closer, letting my perfume wash over you, letting the heat of my body caress you. “Time for what?” you repeat. “Well,” I say, smiling coyly. “What do you want?” You seem lost for words for a moment, then change the subject. “How much?” A dance here is expensive, and even more so in the private rooms. When I name the price you look startled and I see your lips twist into ...