The Burlesque Lounge

[DemureDryad]

It took a moment for my cloudy thoughts to register his demand. Our shared motion was slight, and liquid, but perhaps one of the most sensual things I had ever experienced. I felt his hand slipping slowly over the pale round of my backside, gasping lightly at the harsh grip. His strong hands made dimples in the bare cheek, crushing me ever more tightly against him. The urgency of the gesture snapped me from my pleasant reverie, basking in the potently sexual embrace.

"All it takes to be my girl is to stand beside me."

I didn't know what to say. But perhaps words were unnecessary. Slender fingers snaked upwards, tangling up in his hair as its twin turned his face toward mine. I felt hypersensitive to every sensation. The feel of his warm arms encircling me. His insistent grip on my ass. My breasts, mashed against his broad chest, peaked by quickly tightening buds. His growing manhood, pressed against my midriff. The three day growth that adorned his cheek.

The way my stomach fluttered as our heated kiss deepened. "Mmmm..." It was unbridled passion and lust. Affectionate, but fierce. Hard, but soft.

I loved it, and felt it fan the flame inside me that only grew with every passing second I was with him.

 

[Light Ice]

"Come on, Jamie."

She'd stolen the certainty from my voice and I found it lighter, softer than I'd like. All at once the soft sweetness of her mouth left mine and the room snapped into focus, clean lines and wooden counters. The faint beat of house music from the stage a strange, surreal back story to the whirlwind of her at my side. My hand found hers, fingers twining, gathering up her little fingers and leading her with a subtle tug into the street.

Rain met us, unrelenting. A cascade of cool water that struck my face as I walked through it, charging relentless through the downpour as my suit soaked through and pressed onto my body. I shed the jacket, paid her one dark look as the street crossed beneath us, and swept it around her lean shoulders to conceal her ample curves as the silk she wore ran translucent. She'd be cold. The outfit ruined.

I'd fix it.

Here, above, the street lights were broken and flickered unevenly the soft yellow glow of their light. Black asphalt flowed a river of water behind us, downhill, and I watched it pass like a memory. Eyes onward to the building looming, the coded entry. The rest was a rush up stairs, each flight taken until I couldn't keep my hands from her again. I trapped her against concrete. I pinned her to the iron rail. My kisses came sudden, savage, and certain until we are at the door of the small, modest apartment I keep near here.

I care nothing for the carpet as we soak it through, pay no mind to the door as it closes behind us. My eyes follow her as she walks beyond me, down the narrow hall, into the dark of the bedroom.

 

[DemureDryad]

I look back over my shoulder at him as the jacket slid from my shoulders, letting my eyes say everything I wished to portray. Shivers traversed my frame, half from the damp violet lace encasing my frame, and half from the ethereal sense of his gaze, boring into me as I left him to follow. The feeling of his fervent kisses, full of desperation and relief, seemed to tingle as they remained on my lips. Even in their absence. I reveled in the knowledge that he would come to me. To make love. To fuck. To wrench the moans from each others souls.

I wanted him so badly.

A damp cardinal lock clung to the inner slope of my breast. My body, despite the chill, felt flushed. Ready. Heated. The anticipation of our union had me more excited than I had been since... since the last and first time we had been with each other. I hadn't been with any other men. I had fantasized about this moment, when he would sweep me up and ravage me with alternately tenderness and animalistic hunger. Lonely nights with my face buried in a pillow, whimpering my solitary pleasure to no one.

I turned as I reached his bed, sitting demurely on the edge and shooting him a sultry, brown eyed stare. My thighs squeezed together, shifting, sliding against one another, my ankles spread, toes curling in the strappy heels. I knew the slightest of stimulations it offered was nothing next to the bliss that was to come. Just the briefest of a glimpse of the world we had created together.

My teeth dug into the softness of my lower lip, as my hands latched onto his belt. Each breath was ragged, hungry, as I pulled him close, letting my lips trace along the pulsing outline of his thick cock, beneath his pants. I locked eyes with him.

"My man."

Teeth closed around the fastener and pulled it free. My eyes never left his as they latched onto the little zipper, slowly pulling it down. Eager to please him. Eager to be pleased.

His girl.

 

[Light Ice]

These games. Wicked, wonderful games. I'd never been a man for theatrics. Cherry stems and talented tongues, boring, tiresome, and ultimately petty offerings that were better suited for San Fernando basements than these moments. Had it been anyone else I'd have stood there, half annoyed, as her white teeth tugged down at that little metal tab and the toothy rasp of my zipper parting filled the room. But she? She was sincere. Her eyes poured it out of her, left her nude under my stare, gave to me everything as she unleashed her affections in that sultry, playful way.

And it made my dick flex, suddenly heavy with want, as it sprang free from the confines of my slacks and stood proud and angry between my corded thighs. All at once, in a rush, desire arched through me. My fingers tightening, flexing, as I reached to gather the slick tendrils of crimson from her head and ball them into my fist. It was hell to fight the urge, to pull it back, to keep myself from bracing her gorgeous face and thrusting my massive cock through the silken spread of her lips. Hell. I wanted to. To own her, to own this, to have it and all that she offered.

Her eyes made me wait. Made me watch.

My patience born of greed and anticipation for the games we would play. Beneath the fingers of my free hand the knot of my tie was a shrunk, sodden puzzle. As sure-handed as I'd been, as dexterous as I was, the vision of her breasts heaving in shrunken lace and the veil of sheer fabric hugging the peaks of her hard nipples was enough to distract my efforts. Make them rough, imprecise, and hurried. My tie found the floor. My Oxford shirt followed, crumpled in a sodden pile.

I felt the velvet crown of my prick, soft and smooth, brush across her cheek. It glided over her skin, cool from the rain, before I realized I was encouraging her to nuzzle against the heat of my dick. Sensations arced through me.

"My man." She had said.

Her eyes echoed it. Shameless. I wondered if she saw how badly I had needed her to say so in the hard glint of my eyes.

I wonder if it made her feel as good as she made me feel.

 

[DemureDryad]

I kissed him at the base of his cock. Slow and lazy. I wanted to savor every moment of this. For now, it was slow. Feeling him read my eyes, while I knew of his eagerness was unbearably erotic. He showed his hand in the way he gripped my hair. I felt sexy. Wanted. It was hardly typical, to find something like this pleasurable to a woman. But it was the expressions that crossed his features that pleased me.

With agonizing lethargy I trailed my way to the head of his dick, my lips brushing against his magnificent, throbbing length. I only grew more excited as my lips closed around his tip, suckling lightly before a lazy descent. The sound of my gentle slurps filled the silence. His thick manhood pressed to the back of my throat, coaxing a cough from me as my tongue bathed his underside. "Mmph..."

With equal laziness I retreated, and he slipped from my mouth, breaking the tight seal of my lips with an audible pop. Pink tinged my cheeks as I paused, taking stuttering breathes as I gazed up at him. Again.

I wondered how long it would take for him to break. To throw me down and rip these damnable clothes from my body. Half of me was curious, and the rest, impatient.

 

[Light Ice]

She descended. Outside, the rain pounded at the window and the heavens opened, dark and grim. A tempest setting itself on the brick and stone, washing at the filth with futile and furious intent. There was much to love about a storm, much to admire. The noise rose, rippling bursts of thunder that peeled their way through the walls and floors. The force was of Gods, unyielding, enough to shake the city and announce its impurity.

But it was a shade of this place, this tiny bedroom. The first, and last, time we'd ever suffer it together. The spartan decor spoke nothing of who I was, or who we were. It was unable, ill-fitting to serve as backdrop for the power radiating through the room. I felt it, coursing through me as her lips sank deeply along my flesh. The warmth of her mouth inhaling me in the darkness, assaulting my senses as she trapped my prick against the gliding wet of her tongue and shined it slick and wet with her affections.

Pleasure came in waves, carrying that force through my core, ripping it along my senses until every synapse lit at once. It was greed that kept me from cumming, yielding to it after a week absent her. He'd pained to see her face. To feel her skin. He'd imagined her smell on his sheets and her cries in his ear. Intoxicated, drunk on her, he lavished himself in the pleasure of this slow and torturous moment even as she freed him from the grasp of her lips.

"Let me see you."

She was inspiration; gorgeous with pouted lips and sharp beauty, bold eyes in the dark that shined as my fingers freed her hair from the bindings of my fist. I had never known that tone in my words, somewhere between the rumble of a growl and the low, husky croon of a lover. The mix was powerful and sudden, felt right like her curves under my fingers. I stepped from her, shed my slacks and everything else. The rugged planes of my body a bold contrast to the promise of her shape beneath sheer silks.

"It's been too long since I've seen you."

 

[DemureDryad]

"It's been too long since I've seen you."

Every inch of me felt charged with desire. I had fed off his arousal and found myself flushed and wanting when he pulled away. My eyes must have been almost pleading when he spoke those words. I was too full of lust; my body was screaming for him to touch me. I felt almost as if I had teased myself more than I had teased him. The tone his voice carried, even more so than normal, was intoxicating.

Wordlessly I shed my heels, kicking them off into a corner and detatching the garters. My fingers fumbled at the impossible zipper at my back. For a moment. Two moments, before I felt his arms encircle me, and pull me close. I nestled into his neck as he pulled the zipper down, and let the garment fall, leaving my upper body bare to his eyes. Just as he had asked. Hurriedly I pushed the scrap of purple lace over the pert curve of my bottom, kicking them away and leaving me clad only in stockings. The pouting, glistening slit of my sex ached to be filled, the neatly trimmed strip of thin crimson standing in stark contrast to milky flesh.

I pushed him. Maybe a little too roughly, onto his back upon the bed. But I needed it. I needed him inside me. My rationality was gone.

The sound that escaped me as I climbed atop him could only be described as a predatory, sexual growl. My fingers entangled in his hair as I kissed him as hard as I have ever kissed a man. "Nn..." My hips rocked as the weeping petals of my pussy caressed his pulsing cock. My nipples ached, so hard it almost hurt.

When I released his lower lip from the harsh grip of my teeth, I couldn't stop the desirous whimper from escaping my throat.

Again, for the briefest of moments, I marveled at what this Man, whom I barely knew, could do to me.

 

[Light Ice]

She'd thin strength, deceptive and small. Those little hands firm against my broad chest, certain in their intention. I'd have yielded to it, gone easily and smiling darkly, but she'd caught me by surprise. She'd waylaid me across the coverlet, laid me back in the dark while I'd been caught with my eyes drinking the riches she offered. For all my control, all my reserve, her beauty excited me - affected me. All at once I could see the shape of her neck in the dark, graceful throat bare, sultry curves.

I hardly felt the bed beneath me.

Stocking clad, silk and lace clinging to lean thighs, and she drew up to cover me with her warmth and trap my rangy hips in the softness of those perfect stems. She kissed me, stole my breath, left my prick raging beneath the dripping heat of her sex and all I could think that this was where she needed to be, where I had to have her, and fuck I had never seen hair so beautiful or a body so sinful.

The life had been bad for me in this way. I'd learned to take what I want. A few years on Wall Street had been enough for me to see that taking was the answer, regardless the circumstance, and that those that made the protest were often as crooked as those they protested against. I'd seen her at the bar, nervous. Natural. And from that moment I'd wanted her. I'd had to have her.

In many ways I was no good for anything but this. The gentle had fallen out of me like that black rain from the clouds, poured out when things had gone bad and I'd realized just how dark the hearts of people could be. She'd provoked a spark from me, the only one I'd felt in some time. She'd turned it into a fire.

My hands found her hips, gently rounded with feminine softness that yielded to my fingers as I took hold. Found her. The sentiment echoed as I looked up through the dark, through the veil of her cardinal mane, admired the woman who wanted to be mine and the soft swell of her breasts and lean belly. My mouth grazed across the blush between her round breasts, found the tight bud of one stiff nipple, and wet it between my thin lips before my teeth cinched down to pluck it roughly.

There was no waiting then. I thrust roughly upwards, split the slick petals of her pussy with the thick, plump crown of my cock. The tightness of her body yielding to the surge of my cock between wet walls, stretching her, filling her to the hilt. Rough. Unrelenting. My prick bottomed out before I tore it from her, looked into her face, let her see what was in mine before I arched up into her again. Thrusting deep. Impaling the most beautiful woman I had ever seen.

Making her mine.

 

[DemureDryad]

Sharp pleasure, and a burst of pain hit me when his teeth dug into the sensitive nipple in his mouth. The contrast of that compared to the warm, wet, soothing embrace of his mouth was stark. The moan that forced itself passed my lips stole my breath, and when he plunged inside me, I could only offer a silent, open mouthed cry. I had forgotten how full he could make me feel, pressing urgently against my cervix; tight, quivering pussy struggling to accommodate his heavy length.

My nails dragged along his shoulders as I sucked in a deep breath. When we met each others eyes he saw the agonized pleasure in mine, and I saw the predatory lust in his. It was beautiful, and I never broke the gaze as he took me savagely again, hard and ruthless, massive cock stuffing my sopping, velvet sex. I squealed as the heady pleasure rippled through my frame. Squeezing. Milking. Relishing him buried within my silken sheath. My whole body rocked with each violent stroke. Just like that, he had taken control. I had thought that I had taken initiative, but all it took was a movement.

His girl.

My hand pressed against his chest as we carried on our tempestuous fuck, breasts bouncing from the force of it as he wrenched the moans from deep in my belly. "Nn... Nn... Chris, I..."

Again my nails dug into his skin. I felt muscles in his chest move beneath my fingers. I felt my stomach tense, and in turn, seemingly every muscle in my body. I felt an impassioned scream rip from my lungs, back arched with the delicious, raw sensation. I felt my heated pussy clutch desperately at his aching manhood, clinging for all its worth about its thick length. I felt blissful, heavenly orgasm, racing through my nerves.

My world was shattered. I never thought a girl could cum so hard. And with him, it didn't seem strange that he had brought me to my peak so quickly.

He was my man.

 

[Mav Unlimited]

Starlin

It had been over a month since he had last visited the Burlesque place. Work had kept him thoroughly occupied and there hadn't been one day of rest, except for an uninterrupted evening he had gotten to spend with some friends and family a week ago. Nights weren't peaceful either. Sometimes he felt as if he hadn't slept for more than four hours at any point of time in the past several months. Maybe he was just getting used to the routine. Whether it was good or bad, he didn't have a choice.

Tonight he was on a break from work. Sort of. The only reason he was visiting the lounge was to see her again. He wasn't sure if she was working tonight. But he still remembered those soft lips as they had been crushed against his. He hadn't been able to forget her warm, delicate body pressed against his own, even though it was for just a few seconds. And that voice. Even when she wasn't belting out something terrific on stage and was just making conversation. It was music to his ears.

He liked her. She was different from the rest. Honest, outspoken. And quite smart. Yet, she oozed that girl next door feeling from somewhere inside her and a warmth in her eyes, along with that sultry look. She didn't smoke. He liked that. He had been trying to quit for months. He assumed she probably didn't do drugs either. But he wasn't entirely sure about that. He'd find out soon enough, if not tonight. He was also curious as to what her reaction would be when she saw him. She would have surely found the hundred dollars and the note along with it in her bag by now. And his lips curled into a devilish grin when he thought about that.

Charlie walked into the lounge and took a seat at the bar this time. He needed a drink. He glanced around. The bar was not quite full yet. The customers hadn't poured in like most nights. He was pretty sure they would. Soon. The stage looked empty at the moment. Getting ready for the next show maybe. Some acts on the side continued as the girls mingled with the clients. He recognized a few of the dolls from last time. But it was not what he was looking for. At least, not with them.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Charlie~

She couldn’t dislodge him from her thoughts and it had been just over a month since they had met and talked. He popped into her head at the weirdest times. She carried that hundred dollar bill every night she worked. One night she was bound to run into him again. Starlin wasn’t sure how she knew that, she just seemed to.

Tonight, she didn’t feel like working. It had been raining. The rain had only made her want to stay home and curl up with a hot cup of tea and a good book. Wisdom and ethics convinced her otherwise. The door to her dressing room, small as it was, was slightly open. She could hear the feminine chatter and laughter outside as they other girls went past.

Hanging up her dressing gown, she hustled out to the stage and took her position onstage. If there was a constant at all, it was that she needed to work. The curtain started to rise and she started to sing.

 

[Mav Unlimited]

Starlin

Charlie was busy checking messages on his mobile when the curtain rose. His eyes shot up towards the stage as soon as he heard her voice. She was here tonight after all. And his timing couldn't have been better. Only twenty minutes or so had passed since he had entered the lounge. He had already had two drinks though. For the next four minutes or so, his attention was focused on Starlin as she rendered the song beautifully.

Fasten up. Can you imagine what would happen if I let you close enough to touch?

The lyrics made him grin. Yes he wanted to touch. In fact, he wanted to get close enough to do more things than just touch.

It’s a passion, and emotion, it’s a fashion, Burlesque

Charlie took the last gulp as the scotch drained down his throat, slammed the glass on the counter and slipped down from the bar stool to make his way inside, in the direction where the dressing rooms were located. Fortunately, he wasn't working tonight and had the necessary identification if anybody stopped him. He didn't think anyone would though. The place was getting busier by the minute. All he needed to know was the location of her dressing room.

It wasn't very difficult finding the dressing room. He had been inside one only once before in his life. On an assignment six months ago. Not an entirely comfortable place for a man like him. But tonight, he didn't care. Didn't care whether there would be other girls in the room. At the moment, there were none. Charlie glanced around at the wigs, makeup, and apparel scattered all over the place. Then, his eyes noticed something on the chair in the right corner. It was a bag. He thought he had seen it before. A smile crossed his face.

The song had ended a minute ago. He wasn't even entirely sure why he was in here. She would have walked out into the lounge area after her performance and mingled with the guests. Talked to him. What if she didn't stop by the dressing room before going out there? He decided to take the chance. She'd be back eventually. He needed something from her. And it wasn't money. Although he knew it wasn't as easy as grabbing candy from a kid.

 

[Little_Lottie]

Molly

I'm the new girl.

At least that's what every one is calling me. Some are nice, some are fake. I don't discriminate. I'll say hi to whomever talks to me. It's a good thing, trust me. I don't mean to sound like such a bitch because I'm not. Maybe it's just a bad day.

I'm not sure.

Well, I need to push all my troubles aside. My set is next. Tonight I'm taking lead. Deep down I'm excited but I do my best to hide it. I've been practicing all week with these girls and this is our big number.

My name's Molly. Molly Thomas. I just started here not too long ago and I'm loving it. Sure I have bad nights but there are more good nights. The crowd is friendly and very supportive, the other employees are great too.

We're all in place, it's myself and five other girls. I feel the butterflies in my stomach acting up but my mind tells them to go away. There's no time for them. It's time to perform.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Charlie~

Starlin held the pose until the stage went dark then hustled off to her dressing room. Someone handed her a towel, which she accepted graciously if not hurriedly. She only had one number tonight. The Lounge had hired a new girl, Molly. Maybe to some, that wasn’t a good thing, but as for herself, she didn’t care. She loved the singing. Just for tonight, she had one number. The rest of the week would be busy. She had several songs and dance routines to learn.

Her dressing room was almost the size of a closet, but it was all hers. She breezed through the doorway, wiping her face with the towel, that’s why she didn’t see him immediately. When she did, she stood there, dumbfounded and wide-eyed. Finally. After all these weeks and here he was. Right in front of her.

“Charlie!”

The tone of surprise was evident in her voice. She had let it slip in and now strove to insert nonchalance. Damn, he looked as fine as he ever did. She cleared her throat.

“What are you doing back here?”

 

[Mav Unlimited]

Starlin

Charlie turned around as soon he heard her exclaim his name. He had obviously surprised her with his presence there. But he was almost certain it was a pleasant one, as his eyes met hers just before she cleared her throat and tried to appear casual and relaxed in front of him. She looked just as sexy as the last time he had seen her up close. His eyes noticed the towel in her hand as she stood there stunned.

“What are you doing back here?”

What was he doing here? Waiting for her, of course. Other than that, he had no idea why he was in her dressing room. At least nothing that came to mind as an answer to her question. His eyes traced her body up the stocking clad legs and over the gorgeous curves that were hidden underneath the glittering little dress. The pretty red tresses flowed all the way down to her shoulders. A thin layer of sweat gleamed off her cheekbones and her forehead as his eyes came to rest on hers once again.

"I came to say Hello."

He hadn't just come to say Hello. He had come for more. She knew it just as well as he did. But some words were best spoken at the right time. Charlie swiftly grabbed one chair from behind him and took a seat while keeping his gaze focused on her. He was delighted to see her again, even if his face didn't reflect it. It didn't have to. Him being there was enough evidence. He leaned back in the tiny chair as much as he could, fearing it might break.

"I'm glad you don't mind the intrusion. Nice performance, btw."

He flashed her a smile.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Charlie~

Crap. Damn him for that enchanting, masculine smile that made her bones want to melt. Damn him for that easy manner he had as if nothing made him break out in a sweat and DAMN HIM, for coming in here and making the sparks fly between them again. How fucking dare he?

She tossed the towel on one corner of her dressing table as she advanced into the room and took the seat in front of her mirror and began to wipe off the excessive make-up required for being on stage. She hated the cloying feel of it on her skin. She suffered it because of the stage lights. Unless the make-up was overdone, the lights washed it away.

“Thanks,” she offered, shooting him a glance from the mirror in front of her.

“So, how have you been?”

Starlin turned her head one way and then other, making sure she had scrubbed off every bit of stage make-up, dabbing at the places she had missed. He had her off center. She hadn’t expected to see him here tonight, let alone being in her dressing room. Maybe she should have left the door open. The room seemed a whole lot smaller with him in it.

 

[Mav Unlimited]

Starlin

Charlie grinned as she tossed the towel in one corner and sat with her face away from him. He watched her quietly through the mirror while she rubbed off the make-up from her face. She looked pretty even without it. The stage however had it's own demands. His eyes lingered over her backside from time to time while her head moved first in one direction and then the other.

Charlie noticed as she shot him a glance with a thanks. He wondered if her shift was already over. Why else would she start taking off the chemicals on her face.

"Busy."

He glanced towards the door quickly. She had closed it before entering. It seemed like it was her own personal room. There wasn't a lot of space. But it was cozy, even though a bit messy at the moment. He didn't care. As long as they were not interrupted.

"And you?"

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Charlie~

She threw the tissue she had been using in the trashcan beside her make-up table. She had been removing her costume jewelry while he talked. Now she reached for her hairbrush with one hand while the other gathered her hair, pulling it over her shoulder so she could brush it out as his question hit her ears. She found his reflection in the mirror.

“I’ve been the same. College by day, working here at night.”

The brush stroked over her hair several times before turning under it to do the same.

“You know, I never asked you this, but what do you do for a living?”

She had idly wondered about him in the past four weeks as she plotted various ways of returning his money to him yet again. In fact, she was just a little uncomfortable with the knowledge she had given him as much thought as she had. She had managed to chalk it up to the fact he was just damn fine looking and had one of those personalities that women were just naturally attracted to.

 

[Mav Unlimited]

Starlin

His eyes moved alternately between the mirror and the back of her head as the bristles glided through the strands of her gorgeous red hair, first from above and then from underneath. What did he do for a living? That was a million dollar question. One he was not ready to answer truthfully. Not yet. Not until he had gotten to know her better. And even then, he wasn't entirely sure. He liked her. She was a nice girl. At least it seemed that way. This was a dilemma of sorts. He'd figure it out later. She had asked him a simple question. He needed to give her a simple, although not completely honest answer.

"I work for the government."

Charlie knew she had a knack of asking questions. He prayed she wouldn't delve any deeper into the details about his profession. Not right now. He didn't let his eyes waver this time. They were fixed on hers, piercing through the mirror as he spoke, while she cleaned herself up. She was most definitely getting ready to go home. Her attire was still attached to her body though. It would come off too. Soon. His mind started imagining what lay underneath that glitter.

"That must be keeping you really busy. What do you do in college?"

He was not working tonight. It was always hard to switch between roles when he was and when he wasn't. He needed tonight to be as simple as possible. Without the stress of his job interfering his thoughts. He just needed her company. Nothing less. Nothing more. Her bag was still lying near the foot of the chair he was sitting on. He wondered whether she would bring up the subject of the money he had sneakily dropped into it the last time. Maybe not. She was one independent and proud little girl. He was quite sure she still had it. And he was going to have to deal with it or her, about it, sooner or later.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Charlie~

The brush stopped briefly in mid-stroke.

“The government, huh?”

Her eyes found his reflection in the mirror again. He was being evasive. The brush continued for a few more strokes before she set it aside and got up from in front of her mirror and walked past him to the corner of the room closest to him where there was a screen divider. She slipped behind it.

“Studying interior design.”

She was behind the screen, getting out of her stage costume. A moment or two later it was flung over the top of screen as she talked and undressed.

“Eventually, I want to own my own business. At least, that’s my goal.”

Her stockings joined the dress.

“So Charlie, what do you do for the government? Or can you answer that?”

Her words were slightly chopped since she was busy undressing and redressing in her street clothing.

 

[Mav Unlimited]

Starlin

He caught her staring at him in the mirror as her brush paused between the strokes at his answer. He knew it would make her curious. But she didn't ask him any further questions. Not yet. Good. He knew she would soon though. His eyes followed her all the way from the chair to the divider until her sexy legs disappeared and all he could see was faint shadows moving behind the screen where she stood.

Interior Design. Impressive, Charlie thought. He tried not to look towards the screen. He couldn't see much anyway. Until her dress appeared, flung over the top. His eyes shot up. And then down. He grinned. The stockings appeared next. He turned his face back towards the mirror and imagined her undressing. How he would have loved to take those pretty things off her body. Slowly. One piece at a time. But not tonight. She had already taken care of it. Her question brought him back to reality. He had been expecting it. The air around him suddenly got warmer.

"I can't."

He replied as his head turned towards the screen divider once again.

"What are you doing once you get out from here?"

He waited.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Charlie~

Everything was quiet behind that screen for a long moment. She was thinking as she donned her own stockings. He couldn’t tell her anything. Several job possibilities crossed her mind. She slipped on her own heels before stepping back around the silk screen. Tipping her head slightly to one side, she regarded him as if she was trying to make up her mind about something.

Three steps was all it took to take her directly in front of him. Before he could react in any fashion, she slid onto his lap, facing him, her jean clad legs on either side of his. One arm slid across his shoulders, her fingers finding the back of his neck as she leaned into him. Her other arm slid around his body, her fingers finding and sliding into the back pocket. The last wasn’t an easy task, but she had slender fingers. The folded bill slid right into it as her lips drew ever close to his without touching.

“Well, you could take me out to a late dinner, I suppose.”

 

[Mav Unlimited]

Starlin

Charlie waited patiently. He was expecting her to appear before him dressed in some sort of jeans and a boring old t-shirt like last time, since he figured she would be heading home. Not that it mattered. She still looked pretty. But when she stepped out from behind the screen, it took his breath away for a moment. His eyes shot to her stocking clad thighs before moving up to her face. Her head was slightly tipped to one side. His gaze brushed over her figure once again as he noticed the heels. Before he could speak, she had already crossed the short distance between them and slid over his lap.

Charlie leaned back slightly as he felt her feather weight over his thighs, one hand instinctively sliding over her hip and remaining there, his feet planted firmly on the ground. His eyes gazed back into hers as her fingers brushed over the back of his neck, her lips dangerously close to his. He could feel the warmth of her body as his eyes darted to one side wondering what her other hand was doing. Was she trying to grope his...butt? He didn't care at the moment. He could check it out later. He wanted to kiss her right now. Kiss her badly. Instead, his hand slid from her hip around her waist, to the small of her back as he gripped her firmly and spoke.

"Alright, but on one condition."

He grinned and stared back at her, holding her against him. The lust in his eyes could be seen clearly.

"I'm paying."

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Charlie~

“Fine. You can pay.”

She had no reason to argue with that. At least he wasn’t trying to hand her money again. Right now, the temptation he presented was far more powerful. Their lips were a mere breath apart. And they said women were pure temptation. They apparently hadn’t met Charlie.

He wanted her. She could see it in his eyes. Her dress had hiked up her thighs when she straddled his lap. What had induced her to do that? Starlin knew the answer. It was that little devil of mischief that kept poking at her. She needed to duct tape that little son of a bitch to her closet and close the door. Mischief always seemed to get her into trouble. But damnit, it was fun.

She caved. She brushed her lips over his.

 

[Mav Unlimited]

Starlin

Charlie stared back into her eyes deeply before their mouths came even closer, until their lips had no choice but to meet. She brushed hers against his first. His fingers pressed into the small of her back as his grip around her tightened slightly. The second hand moved up to slide onto her thigh, his fingers caressing the sensual material covering it. She was tempting him. It was a bit unexpected. He had imagined she would resist. But she didn't.

He could feel himself aroused inside the trousers with this girl straddling his lap, her fingers stroking his neck, while her mouth teased his. Her bottom pressed against his thighs as the beautiful dress she had just donned was riding up. Her breasts pressed up against his chest as they sat on the chair, closer than ever before.

"I think I will."

He didn't mean just money wise. He knew the girl sitting in his lap was anything but cheap. Charlie's head tilted a bit, mouth pressed forward and captured her bottom lip, his teeth gently digging into her tender flesh before it slipped from between his lips and he leaned back a few inches. His hand left her thigh and moved to her ear, one finger lightly tracing down her cheek before leaving her skin, again.

"What are you hungry for?"