I let out a soft moan as I think about the way her hands will feel petting my cunt, making it ache for her tongue.
I wonder what will happen if she lets loose and decides that it's okay to fuck me right there on stage.
My hand slides from my mouth to my breast, squeezing it gently over my blouse. I close my eyes, wondering what the crowd will do if Anne decides to push me down on stage and lick my pussy 'til I'm moaning and writhing and dying with pleasure.
I wonder what the other dancers will do.
I wonder what Bruce will do.
And suddenly, with a start, I wonder what Kevin will do.
Because he's standing in front of my desk and looks anything but pleased.