Her lap dance was perfect: slow and sensual, with her violet eyes piercing my soul as her hot breath ignited my skin. It was hard to keep my hands gripping the ends of the armrests, but I knew that I must, because if I allowed my willpower to fade away, I would instantly touch her - and likely more, since I definitely would have enjoyed having my way with her.
But, that would be against the rules. Even though we were alone in the small room, even though every fixed surface except the floor, the ceiling, and the door was mirrored, there was almost certainly at least one hidden camera somewhere – perhaps behind a one-way mirror – which was being monitored to ensure that I did not actually touch her.
There was no music being played within the room: The pulsating, pounding rhythms from the club upstairs permeated the ceiling, which made her languid movements all the more frustrating for me. With such music befalling us, she should have been using fast, harsh movements, her lengthy hair bouncing and swaying as her hips thrust hard and her breasts jumped for joy before my eyes. Instead, she moved as if she was trying to traverse a massive pool filled with molasses.
Actually, that imagery was not helping. If she was indeed covered with molasses, she would be even more appealing to me, and I definitely would not have been able to prevent myself from touching her.
Her hips moved back and forth, her legs rubbing against mine as she straddled/squatted over me. Reaching behind her, she finally unclasped her bra, the red sequins capturing the light in a way which truly enhanced her breasts. For just a moment, I lifted my hand up off the right armrest, but quickly realized what I had done and again gripped the end of the armrest before she even noticed (I think).
Her painted lips curled upward, her long eyelashes batting at me, she arched her back as the skimpy top was loosened, which further thrust her chest practically into my face. It was clear that she was enjoying this, that she had such power over me without even saying anything, that she had me in her thrall just because she was there and I was not permitted to touch her.
But she was definitely permitted to touch me. Bringing her arms forward, she drew the sequined bra toward me, allowing it to practically slither with life down her arms and become entangled in her wrists. With amusement in her eyes, she pressed the sequins against my lips and slowly rubbed the bra across my mouth. I loved it, but it would have been much better if her breasts were still encased within the spectacular cups.
With a flick of her wrists, the bra was gone, and somehow had been completely separated from her. My eyes tracked it as it drifted several feet away and toward the floor, but then she pressed forward once more, and suddenly her breasts were in my face, each taut nipple being dragged across my chin and seeming to dig into my skin.
