Disclaimer- I do not own any copyrights to Strictly Come Dancing, or anything to do with the BBC. This is a complete work of fiction and doesn't reflect the personal lives of the people contained. This is Part 4 in the series.
It was now 10 days since I'd helped Strictly Come Dancing Professional Amy Dowden live out her fantasy of having sex with two men at the same time. And I was currently enjoying a quick lunch with Natasha who I was getting closer with, we'd been out for another dinner and a trip to the cinema. We weren't a couple, but I felt that we had the potential to maybe become an item. She was completely aware of what I'd been doing with the girls from Strictly and was fine with it. As she said we weren't exclusive and if I wanted to sleep with other people then I was free to do so, just as she was able to the same.
We were sat enjoying a coffee when my phone rang. Usually I wouldn't answer a call when I was with Natasha, but I'd been expecting a business call, so I excused myself and answered my phone.
"Hello, Michael speaking." I said using a more professional tone to my voice.
"Hello Michael" a sultry female South African accent filled my ear. "Do you know who this is?" the voice purred.
Not expecting to hear a female voice, I was momentarily taken aback. "Uhh...give me a moment to think. Hmm well unless I am mistaken the only person, I know that has this number and has that accent is the one and only Oti Mabuse." I said with a chuckle.
"Clever boy, so you're not just a pretty face and big dick then?" Oti said laughing. "Not disturbing you, am I?
I looked at Natasha, trying to gage her reaction as to whether I should carry on this phone call, as interesting as it is. I didn't want to upset or ignore her. She looked back at me, she'd typed out a text message on her phone, showed it to me.
Find out what she wants? Does she want your cock?
I smiled at Natasha. And flashed a quick wink at her letting her know she was on the right tracks in thinking this wasn't an innocent call.
"Not at all. So, what can I do for you Miss Mabuse?" I queried; Natasha had moved her chair closer to mine as she tried to hear both sides of the conversation.
"Well it's not so much as what you can do for me... more a case of what you can do TO me." Oti said down the phone with a sexy giggle.
"Oh really! And what would that be? I asked.
"Well, that would be telling!" Oti teased. "But I'll send you a text message with my address, maybe you could meet me there and we can discuss it in person."
"Sounds like a plan to me, I guess I'll be seeing you soon."
"Yes, you will, let's just hope you can handle me." Oti said with a giggle. And with that she hung up the phone.
"Well? What did she want?" Natasha asked raising an eyebrow at me.
"She wants to meet me for... well you know." I responded. "I want you to be honest with me. How do you feel about this? I mean I know we're not a couple, but I feel there is something here. And if you don't want me to do anything with Oti, I won't."
"I honestly don't mind. You're right we aren't together, but I feel the same way you do, I don't want to rush anything, but yes, I feel there is something here as well. But honestly if we were together, then I would rather be in the same type of relationship that Amy and Ben are in. You know, someone I can share my life with, but I can be free to have fun if I want to. I hope that isn't a problem with you?" Natasha had a vulnerable look on her face, like she had shared something she hadn't really intended to.
"Well I never envisioned being in that type of relationship, but I guess with the right person, I would be open to the idea." I said smiling at her, trying to make her feel more comfortable with the conversation we were having. Natasha looked down at her watch trying to hide the smile on her face. "Oh Shit, is that the time? I need to be getting back." She got up and grabbed her bits and pieces gave me a quick but sensual kiss. "Thanks for the coffee baby. I'll call you tonight ok." Giving me another kiss, she spun on her heels and walked away with me. Now I will admit I was watching her backside until she was out of sight.
A FEW DAYS LATER
I was sat at home, working away on my laptop, when my phone pinged with a text message.
"What's your address baby? It's Oti here."
I messaged her back with my address, she told me she would be round at 8pm that evening. Luckily, I didn't have any plans, but even if I had the only person, I'd have put Oti off for would have been Natasha, but I wasn't seeing her again until Friday.
At about 10 past 8, there was a knock on my door, upon opening it, I was greeted with the wonderful sight of the Nubian goddess from South Africa at my front door complete with her trademark gorgeous smile.
"Sorry I am late." She said.
"Ahh not to worry, just glad you were able to find the place, hope it wasn't too hard to find." I said returning the smile.
"It was fine, and the only thing I want hard is you baby." Oti said with a giggle as she entered my home. "You've got a nice place." Oti said having a quick look around.
"Thanks" I said with a smile. "Come on in and make yourself comfortable."
Oti shimmied her way past me, stroking her hand with the lightest touch across my groin, sending a shiver down my spine, and headed into my living room.
Oti sat herself down on my sofa. Crossed her long legs, hit me with that million-watt smile of hers.
"So, Miss Mabuse. What can I do for you?" I asked returning her smile.
"Call me Oti, and it's more a case of what you can do TO me!" she said winking at me. She rose to her feet, undid the front of the coat she was wearing and let it fall to the floor, revealing her to wearing nothing but a pair of hold up stockings.
When I picked my jaw up off the floor, I noticed something slim, long and pink between Oti's legs, she saw me glancing. "Look in my bag baby, and you'll find something of interest in there."
I picked up her bag and opened it up, not quite sure what I was looking for.
"It's the same colour as this" she said, I looked up and saw Oti had sat herself back down on the sofa, with her legs spread as wide as she could get them and was gently repositioning whatever it was between her legs. Her perfectly smooth pussy already looked wet. "This is going to be a fun night." I thought to myself.
"Ahh got it." I exclaimed, removing a small object from Oti's bag. "What is it? It looks like a remote control.
Oti giggled at me, "Obviously you've never seen or heard of vibrating eggs before then! What you are holding in your hand is the control for this." She said gesturing towards the device.
"Press the button!" she purred at me.
Confused but also intrigued. I did as she asked and pressed the button.
"AHHH FUCCCCKKK!!" Oti groaned loudly, as her entire body started to twitch.
I pushed the button again. And whatever it was that had garnered that reaction from Oti stopped and she relaxed back on the sofa.
"What the hell was that? I asked stunned.
