Carrie Heffernan leaned back against her straight arms and gave the strip club manager a little smile, her dark eyes flashing. "Let me ask 'you' a question, Larry?" she said in a throaty voice. "When's the last time that a woman put 'you' through your paces? Don't you know that variety is the spice of life? Why would you want me to do what every other chick that comes in here does when I could do oh so much more?"
Larry grinned back at the petite brunette, liking her spunk. "You got something special for 'ole Larry?"
"I got something you'll really like..." Carrie purred. "She reached into her purse and pulled out the pair of handcuffs, jangling them in front of him. "Do you trust me, Larry?" To punctuate the question she raised her left heel up onto the top of the desk and then did the same thing with her right heel.
"Damn..." Larry croaked, his eyes riveted to the plump mound between her legs barely covered by the narrow strip of green thong panty. "You gals from New York City are fucking wild..."
Carrie slowly licked her lips. "You have no idea, Larry...you have no fucking idea how wild I can get..." She let her eyes drop down to where his huge cock jutted out of his fist. "Especially with a big, hard cock like yours, baby..."
Larry felt like his heart was going to explode she had him so excited. "So you want to handcuff me? Is that it?"
"That's right."
"I don't know...what if you're some wacko chick who handcuffs guys and does terrible things to them?"
Carrie smiled. "I could be, Larry..." she slowly reached down with her free hand and pulled her panties to the side so he could see her neatly trimmed chestnut brown beaver and the tiny pussy beneath. "But then again...I could just be the best fuck you've ever had..."
Larry stared at her cunt. His dick was so hard it felt like it was made of iron.
"You wanted to know earlier if I was wet, Larry?" Carrie spread her lips apart so that he could see the glistening wetness that awaited him inside of her. Her vagina a deep coral color. "I'm soaked, baby..."
"Oh God..." Larry groaned. "I'm gonna fuck you so hard..."
Carrie swung the handcuffs back and forth. "No...I'm gonna fuck 'you' so hard, Larry. I'm gonna do things to you that you'll remember when you're old and grey and it'll still make you hard just to think about it."
"You are a dirty little thing..."
"Put your hands behind you, Larry and I'll show you just how dirty I can get."
He looked at the door. "You locked that...right?"
"Nobody's gonna disturb us, baby...I promise..." Carrie cooed. She stuck the tip of her index finger inside of her open pussy and moved it up and down, then took it out and showed him how wet it was. "I'm ready for you, Larry...are you ready for me?"
Larry put his hands behind his back. "I'm SO ready for you..."
Carrie slid off the desk and walked behind him. She clicked the handcuffs on his right wrist and then on his left. A little smile crossed her lips as she leaned down and lightly bit the top of the strip club manager's ear. "You have some work to do first, Larry..." she whispered.
"Work...what are you talking about?"
Carried came back around the front of his chair. Standing there she reached beneath her short skirt and slowly peeled her thong panties down. "Before you get to fuck this pussy...you're gonna eat this pussy, Larry." She let the panties fall around her ankles and stepped out of them. "Down on the floor..." she said. "
"I don't eat pussy," Larry said.
"You do today." Carrie lifted the hem of her skirt and let him get another look at her neatly trimmed brown pussy.
Larry licked his lips at the sight of that pretty little snatch. He was so hard that his cock was pulsing gently.