Anne and I stand facing each other in the center of the room and start to give them something they'll never forget.
It's not as strange as I thought it would be: touching her in front of all these people. We've been intimate before, so it feels like we're picking up right where we last left off. Anne knows her way around my body. She knows what I like. She knows what I'm comfortable with. She even knows what gets me off. If she's hoping to making me cum in front of this group of guys, it's not going to be tough for her.
Giving my first lap dance made me wet. Feeling powerful, feeling in control, feeling that lust radiating off of Tony. It's all exactly what I needed tonight. It's all exactly what I was hoping for. Now, melting into Anne's soft touch, I find that she's exactly what I'm hoping for at this particular moment.
The whole room fades away as she reaches her lips to mine. I press my tongue out, softly licking her lips before plunging inside her. I think the guys are cheering. Maybe they're silent. I don't know. The only thing that's obvious to me right now is that I think my panties are going to slide off from sheer pleasure.
Her hands are in my hair, then on my tits, squeezing and pinching and rubbing. My own hands find their way up to her tiny shirt and I peel it up over her head. Not caring where it goes, I throw the shirt without looking.
"Yeah! I got it!" Someone yells, but I'm too wrapped up in Anne to care.
Then suddenly, I'm ripped from the moment as I remember that we're here to put on a show: not just get each other off.
"Ready for some fun?" Anne teases through our kiss.
All I can do is nod. I have no idea what she has in mind for me tonight.
Pushing me back, she waltzes over to the bag she brought in earlier and yanks out a dildo. She pushes a button and the thing roars to life, spinning and twisting around. My knees go weak. Anne's going to fuck me with this wonderful toy until my head spins and my eyes roll back.
And the best part?
Everyone - even Bruce - is going to be watching me, craving for me, wanting to feel my tight little cunt wrapped around their hard dicks, but it's never going to happen.
The only thing penetrating this pussy tonight is purple and takes a couple of double A's.
And I'm ready for action.
Chapter Eight
"Take notes, boys," Anne purrs as she turns me around so I'm facing Tony. "This is how you make a woman beg you for more." She pushes me down so that my hands are on his knees and I'm looking up into his eyes. He's watching me, staring at me, silently begging me to be the one who makes him moan tonight.
I try to keep my eyes on his and not on his hard cock, which seems to be trying to escape his pants.
Not tonight. Any other night, I'd be so tempted to blow him, but not tonight. Tonight I need to focus. Tonight I need to do a good job. Tonight I need to show Anne and Bruce that I can fulfill any role they want to throw at me.
Tonight.
My ass is up in the air, wiggling for the room to see. It doesn't take long for Anne to push my skirt up to my waist, revealing my barely-covered ass and pussy. My tiny little thong barely covers anything. When she rips it off, it falls to the floor and I'm exposed.
Totally and completely open.
I feel myself growing wet as I let out a soft moan, but Anne doesn't let me relax for long. Within seconds she starts rubbing my ass and swatting each cheek - hard. I let out a tiny, controlled yelp with each swat, feeling the cheeks on my face start to blush. I'm sure my other cheeks are blushing just as much.
"Mmm, she likes it," Anne tells the room and everyone starts to laugh.
"Spank her harder!" One voice shouts out.
"Yeah, harder!"
"Let me have a go of it!" Says another.
"Now, now," Anne purrs, rubbing me gently before swatting me once more. "This one's mine tonight, boys. You're just going to have to sit and enjoy the show."
Tony reaches down and starts to rub my hair while Anne continues spanking me. I lean into his touch, enjoying the way he's playing softly, gently with me. He's being almost tender. I open my mouth slightly and he slips his finger inside of me. I suck on it while I look up at him.
Then Anne stops spanking me and slides her finger into me.
I let out a harsh moan as I suck harder on Tony's finger, silently wishing it was his cock in my face. His bride's lucky, I think, eyeing it again. It looks even bigger, if that's possible. I bet he's at least 7 or 8 inches, easily. I wonder how much of that juicy cock I'd be able to slide down my throat if I had the chance. At least half, I know.