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man, shrugs her shoulders, then looks back at me. Her luscious, full lips turn into a crooked smile as she cocks her head towards the door at the end of the aisle, and I allow her to guide me there, her arm still in my hand.
It’s fairly dark in the small hallway that she leads me down, with dim lights affixed to the walls on either side. I notice an emergency exit at the end, and the bright red sign above it, when she stops at the last door on the right. My eyes following her small hand as it delves between her ample breasts, retrieving a small key, and she proceeds to place it into the lock, opening it for us to enter. This time she takes my hand, causing little tingling sensations to move into my hand and up my arm. I can tell she felt it too by the shiver her body makes and the sparkles that fill her eyes. She leads me into the small room, moderately decorated from what I can tell in the dimness. There is a small platform off to the side with a small dancing pole, a small bed on the other and a leather chair situated in front of them both. Interesting, my mind is intrigued.
Her eyes look up through her long lashes, then she brings me to the chair, the sensations as she places her hands on my chest to indicate I should sit begin to overwhelm me. She takes a couple of steps back moving her out of the shadows, and I can now get a full view of her. She’s wearing all white, a wide choker around her long and slender neck. Her mid shirt is cut extremely low showing the abundance of the top of her silky skinned breasts, with lace feathering from the straps of her shoulders down and out from the bodice making a V line down her flat stomach and ending at the top of her lacy white and very small panties. My eyes keep moving down her long slender but firm legs until I reach the black strapped stiletto shoes with very high silver heels. I scan all the way back up her unblemished body, noticing her nipples are peaked and taut, until my eyes land on her full, mildly pink lips, then up to her gorgeous blue eyes that are staring at me and evidently have been watching my every move. Good.
“Well, sexy man. My rules are simple. No sex, only touching is allowed. No violence, no abusive language or behavior and I can stop it whenever I want. There are several bouncers that can and will come in here in a speed of light if any of these rules are broken. Still want to play?” Her voice is deep and raspy making my cock ache and press against my jeans. I only nod at her, and she gives me a sexy wink back. “Good.” Her hips sway as she takes the two steps to me. She places her hands on the arms of the chair on either side of the chair and leans down, her face only a breath away from mine. “What’s your pleasure?” Damn, I could have come right then.
“Touch yourself.” Her luscious lips turn up into a smile as she straightens and steps back again, and my cock pushes harder against my pants as I watch her index finger press against her collarbone slowly moving down her chest and over the top of her spilling breasts. “Remove it.” My eyes are glued to her hand as I watch her chest heaving with her labored breathing. Her fingers gracefully pushing the first strap of her top over her sexy shoulder, and then moving across her chest to the other and following suit. I almost jump out of the chair when she lets her top fall off her body, hanging from the waist down, and I get my first look at her beautifully round large breasts, the pink areola of her nipples that are begging to be sucked. Her index fingers circle slowly around her peaked nipples. My eyes only moving once to glance at her face as her tongue licks her bottom lip, and her eyes are hooded, gleaming with lust. But they’re quickly averted when she moans, her back arching as one hand glides down her ribs, over her flat stomach and then underneath her small white panties.
“Remove them,” my voice whispers quietly, quivering with desire. She quickly obliges me, her hand