“No,” said Karma. “What are the rules?”
I have no idea. “Just normal lap dance rules. Let the goddess contest begin!”
The giant screen behind us counted down. 3…2…1…
And then the music started.
Slavanka threw off her robe to reveal the most amazing barbarian outfit. Once again, Justin had nailed it. She looked smoking hot in her thigh-high fur boots and tight metallic dress. And the fur bolero really added some sexy barbarian vibes.
I’d requested a bikini, but this would do nicely. And anyway…it was supposed to be for stripping. So I had a feeling there’d be a bikini under that dress.
Either way, I was impressed that he’d been able to resist her demands to change it into a Stalinkini.
The guys in the crowd all started cheering as she strutted over to Brody and straddled him. With her tits just inches away from his face, she started to unzip her dress.
One more inch and her tits would have popped out, but just then Brody put his hand on her leg.
She slapped him and zipped her dress back up.
“Bad boy,” said Slavanka.
“Yeah,” agreed Karma. “Bad boy! Keep your hands off her.”
“Now I punish.”
She swung one leg over his head, spun around, and then arched her back as she stood up to put her ass right in his face.
It wasn’t much of a punishment, if you ask me.
But her next move was.
She walked around him, tracing her fingers across his shoulders and down his arms. And then she yanked them backwards and tied his wrists together behind the throne.
Oh shit.
Then things really got wild.