"Fine...I'm fine," Amber says as she walks out the back desperate for some air, feeling claustrophobic, her corset not helping, as she fans herself with her hand and stands in the cold air.
She sits out there on the steps for 5 minutes, then composes herself, reapplies her scarlet red lipstick, sprays some more Coco Chanel, and walks over confidently to John. "Come this way" she says as she swishes past him, walking with grace, leading him to a corridor to the side, with 6 rooms all in a row, and a bouncer manning each of the doors, on alert, ready if required. John follows like a puppy, he stares at her ass the entire time, having missed her amazing body so much, visions of her arching her back and screaming in ecstasy flooding back into his mind as he walks, his scotch and coke in hand. They get to a room and the Bouncer says Hello to Amber, surprised that she's going in there, normally not her style at all as he eyes John suspiciously.
"If you need me, yell," he says as he eyes John up and down, as John walks in a little smugly, knowing every guy in here would love to be in his position right now, in his tailored Armani suit, he walks inside and sits on the chair in the middle of the room, drink in hand, as he sips and watches Amber.
She looks at him "So...you're actually serious about this then?" she says, as she stands at the cd player.
"I never joke about money, Amber, you of all people should know this" he says as he lets his gaze move up from her ankles up to her ass, her body turning him on so much, even just gazing, as he adjusts himself a little, and takes off his suit jacket. "Could you put Britney Spears on, that baby one more time song, that's the one I want," he smirks as he hangs his suit jacket on the table and walks back to his seat, knowing she would be having instant flashbacks to their schoolgirl roleplay fantasies where she was a naughty little girl who needed to be punished with a good fucking by her teacher.
She doesn't look at him, sighing loudly, as she loads it up and it starts, she turns to him and parts her legs a little, standing 5 feet away from him as the music starts and she runs her hands from her hips up over her breasts and up through her hair, and seductively walks over to him, her eyes not leaving his. Its obvious his heart is racing, he's missed her so much, nervously sipping his drink, as she gets up within reach of him, and straddles his legs, parted a little bit, and sits, taking the drink out of his hand and placing it on the ground next to them, as she runs her hands through the back of his hairline. She can smell his cologne, she's always loved it. She knows the effect she has on him, and hopes he doesn't realise the effect he has on her. He can only stare at her longingly, his breathing heavier, as he watches her, and she tries to maintain some sort of confidence that isn't real. The only guy she's ever lapdanced for before, is John. And now, here she is, on his lap, pushing her breasts into his chest, as she blows softly over his left earlobe, and into his ear. She can hear him breathing onto her face, he is being a gentleman and not touching her, knowing she could grab the Bouncer at any moment if he did.
She wants so desperately to kiss his earlobe, like she used to, as she ran her hands up and down his spine, but she knows she cant. She cant cross the line. She is happy that the loud music lessens the noise of her breathing, as she lets her hair run over his face and neck, and then sits back a little to look at him, as she straddles his body. Her corset wasn't built for sitting! And her breasts are almost showing nipple now, as he cant help but look down at them, the want for her is displayed clearly in his eyes, as she grabs his tie, and acts like her hands are climbing it, one after the other, moving up, until her face is right next to his.
He can hear her breathing now, the desire is obvious in her eyes too, he doesn't know that her pussy is tingling, its been so long, she hasn't let anyone else get close to her the way John was. She's desperate for him to fuck her, to make her scream, to make her shudder, to feel his dick deep inside her, as she rides him, and digs her nails into his back. She's not thinking straight, she's lost in her own little world, as their lips meet.
Hard to define who even made the first move, but they lock, tongues instantly finding each other, as the kiss intensifies. So much passion, so much emotion, but yet so tender, as she feels his strong hands move around her body, and he caresses her lower back as they kiss softly and passionately. She remembers all of their makeout sessions in his car, in between classes, or meetings, dropping her off at home, they always loved to kiss. The song ended, and neither of them noticed, but they continued to make out for 10 minutes. Nobody pushing things too far, just enjoying being close to each other, and feeling each others lips once again.
The Bouncer knocks on the door, as Ambers fingers are running through Johns hair, her arms pulling his body so close to hers, as soft moans escape them both. John, ever the gentleman, doesn't let his hands move anywhere, other than to run through her long blonde locks. The knock at the door makes her jump, as they both realise what they're doing.
Amber quickly climbs off John, and clears her throat, adjusting her corset and running her index finger over her lips to fix her lipstick a little. Knowing the number one rule is to not kiss the clients, but thinking Glen must know John was looking for something else if he was willing to pay $2000. She knew there were girls at work who had sex with clients in these rooms, but it wasn't something any girl was really open about.
He adjusts his tie, and stands up, knowing he's crossed the line, wondering what he should say. Such a confident, self assured business man, reduced to not knowing what to say to the girl he loves more than anything, as he walks to the table, and picks up his jacket and puts it on, and he lingers there, taking something out of his pocket.
She sees him put a wad of cash on the table, paying the $2000 he said he would. His back to her as she watches him. She so desperately wants to tell him she's sorry, sorry for everything, and that she loves him, but she doesn't get the words out. She watches as he turns, and the Bouncer opens the door now, signalling the session is over, he looks at her, his gaze meeting hers for several seconds.
She watches him, the confident business man isn't there, a man who is hurt is. He looks defeated, disappointed, like she broke him in two. Like he's talking to her with his eyes. She can hardly look at him, she knows... As he swallows and walks, still watching her, as she's afraid to move. Even if she wanted to speak no words would come out. He walks straight past her and nods at the Bouncer as he exits. Amber turns to the door, and see's that he's gone. She now knew for sure she had ruined something amazing...
