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CHAPTER NINE

The room was dimly lighted. Laurine stood in the middle, feeling as if she were on stage. Looking around gave her little information to support that odd sensation.

The room had only a few overhead lights, colored all the hues of the rainbow, and a giant overstuffed chair. The director had told her it didn't matter how she dressed as long as it was sexy.

She thought she'd succeeded well in that respect.

Her hands pressed out imaginary wrinkles in her dress. It clung tightly to her body. Under the thin fabric she felt the garter belt and the band of the silk panties. She shivered a little when she remembered she'd put on the crotchless panties. The customer wouldn't even have to undress her to get to her tight little cunt.

The girl looked behind her to check if the seams of her net stockings were still straight. They were. She knew she was a knockout in them. There was something about stockings with seams that made her feel horny. She wanted to parade around for a man, his eyes drinking in her beauty.

The director had given her a few ideas, but mostly he just encouraged her to use her own imagination. That was lots better. She could do things and feel some pride in them – pride and not a little satisfaction when it really got a guy hot and he fucked her extremely well as a result.

She turned at the sound of the door opening. She couldn't see the man who entered. He was cloaked in shadows.

"Please, Miss. To the center of the room," came a low, calm voice.

She walked out to the very center of the cleared area. She noticed it was directly in front of the chair and all the lights were aimed down at one particular spot.

"Now what?" she asked.

The man came and sat in the chair. He was as nondescript as a human could be. There was nothing about him that was out of the ordinary.

"Start dancing. Would you care for some music?"

She didn't see what he did but low strains of, music began. Holding her arms out to him, she said, "Come and join me."

"NO! Dance!"

So she danced. She thought it was a little wasteful of him to make her dance alone. He may have been John Q. Nobody but having a man in her arms as she danced and being in his was a lot better. Still, she found the music to be stimulating.

The beat was heavy and she began responding to it. As the tempo picked up, she spun and whirled, her dress flaring out from her waist. She knew the man was getting a great view of her legs, all the way to the crotch. For once, she knew the stockings would have an even greater effect. Her legs had to look simply super in them.

The lights began swirling with her. The colors shifted according to some sort of pattern she couldn't figure out. Not that it mattered. She was lost in the music. Dance, dance, dance. Her entire world became wrapped up in her performance.

She began sweating. The room was too hot for her. A quick touch at the top button of her blouse and it came free. Spinning, her tits pressed firmly against the blouse. A sudden spotlight hit her chest. She knew it revealed the twin points of her nipples poking firmly into the cloth.

Deciding to give the man a real treat, she began slowly stripping. She didn't know all the techniques. Improvising as she went, she knew she would give him the sight of his life.

The buttons were all freed on her blouse and the tails in her hands. All the time she was slipping out of the blouse, she was turning and spinning, bobbing and letting her tits bounce freely in front of her chest. The red of her nipples traced out invisible little figure eights in the air.

"Do you like this?" she asked.

The man sat, impassive. She continued her striptease.

Holding the tails of the blouse in front of her body, she suddenly turned and looked back over her shoulder at the man. Her pink tongue slipped from between her lips and made a slow circuit around. There was no question what was on her mind. Sex. And lots of it. She was inviting the man to respond.

There was no word from the chair.

She pulled one perfect shoulder out of the blouse and let the fabric slip down her arm. Then the other arm sensuously followed. She was lithe, athletic. Her body flowed like quicksilver in the ever-changing rainbow of the overhead lights.

When she was totally naked to the waist, she suddenly turned and faced the man. Her back hadn't fully promised what she delivered. Her tits were gorgeous. Firm and high on her chest, there wasn't the slightest sag. They were young and beautiful and begging to be popped into a mouth and sucked.

The man still didn't respond.

The music began to pick up in tempo again. The melody carried the girl away. She began dancing faster and more acrobatically. Once, while she was slowly pulling down the skirt around the curves of her ass, she'd almost stood on her head looking back through her legs at the man.

He'd been treated to the sight of her tits silhouetted by the light, a completely erotic view of an incredibly sexy young brunette. She held the pose for only an instant, then spun away.

In a circle, she danced. At first she rejoiced in the freedom from her clothing. She wore only the stockings, garter belt and panties. Then it was only the stocking and garter belt.

She threw her crotchless panties to the man in the chair.

As the lights flared and then dimmed again, she saw he was jerking off. The look on his face was indescribable. Never had she seen a more aroused man. He obviously was getting his rocks off in a big way.

That seemed to goad her into even more erotic dancing. She felt the sweat running down her body. The tiny tracks were turned into silver and gold by the lights over head. Her feet swished as she moved lithely in front of the man. Let him jack off. She'd show him that there was something more attractive waiting for him.

She slipped to the floor, her knees pointing toward the man. At first, she kept her legs together. Then, slowly, she separated them. The man was given a full view of her stockinged legs and all of her bush.

The lights blinking on and off caught and refracted the tiny dew drops of her cunt juice. Her pussy mound was already beginning to moisten from her own lust. This dance was strenuous. It made her use all her muscles. Limber as a willow, she wanted to fuck now.

"Come, come join me! I can show you great things! Let's do all them together!"

The man was silent. The only noise the girl could hear was the gentle music and his harsh breathing. The movement from the shadows where his chair was placed indicated he was still avidly beating off.

So be it. She'd make him sorry he'd missed out on such an opportunity. She was going wild from the hollow ache in her cunt. She wanted cock and lots of it. Knowing that wasn't too likely now, she'd have to make the best of the situation.

She leaned back, supporting herself on one hand. The angle gave the man a complete view of her charms. Her long, stocking clad legs were seductive in their perfection. The black net stockings hinted at a wantonness, a willingness to screw like a rabbit.

But this was only part of the package. As she leaned back, she arched her back. Her tits flattened a little but it made the nipples pop fully erect. They cast tiny shadows in the light. She began a dance as graceful as any belly dancer.

Her entire body vibrated, quivered, promised a man paradise if he would only come and kneel between her legs. She lifted up a little on her ankles and spread her legs even more in obvious invitation. Her pussy mound was exposed fully.

Even the sex lips were pulsing with desire. They rippled like lewd pink scallops. As her heart hammered faster and faster, she could feel her cunt lips begin to firm up, to become rigid with her lusty blood. She thrust her snatch directly at the man as she arched her back even more.

The sight should have made him so Goddamn horny, he'd have rushed over and fucked hell out of her.

But he didn't.

She reached down and began playing with herself. Her fingers lightly brushed over her now juicy pussy lips. She let her hand become totally drenched with her inner oils. The movement over her genitals made her catch her breath and gasp in amazement.

She hadn't realized the full extent which the dance had gotten her so excited. The tiny touches all over her gash, her cunt, her clit, made her fully aware of her body.

The lights continued to flicker in a seductive manner and the music accented the mood building in her body.

She probed up her pussy with one finger. It tingled and sent a tiny jolt of pleasure hurtling through her body. She couldn't keep the second finger from joining the first. Wiggling them together, then separately made her groan in pleasure.

"Join me! I'm so hoooot! I want you! You, damn it!"

The man's breathing became harsher. And she remained alone, in the center of the room with a single light spotlighting her.

She twisted over onto her belly, then came to her hands and knees. Her pert ass was directly aimed at the man. The smooth skin gleamed bone white in the light. The black strap of the garter belt expanded and contracted as she moved. The black net stockings were such an obvious invitation that she didn't understand how the man resisted.

She spread her legs wide to give a full view of her snatch. The bristly hair surrounding it was all wet with her lust. Why didn't he come over and fuck the living hell out of her?

She wanted it! She wanted it worse than she'd ever wanted anything in her entire life!

A deep, wracking shudder passed through her body. Her twat remained empty. She reached back and stuffed a finger into her manhole. The finger was too small, too small by far. It wasn't a cock. Why didn't he respond?

She redoubled her efforts to get him out of that chair and kneeling down behind her to fuck her.

The lights suddenly dimmed leaving her in darkness. A tiny click to the left of her attracted her attention. There in a small pile was a pair of sequined garters.

"Put them on and dance," came the calm words.

But she knew the man was anything but calm. He was beating his meat so hard when the light had been on that she wondered how he kept from pulling it out by the roots.

Still, she did as she was ordered. She didn't understand what was going to happen, but she'd go along with it. She was frustrated and still hornier than hell.

She slipped into the two garters and then the lights came on, flickering. And then she understood. She began slow, sensual undulations. Her legs moved gently at first, then with bigger and bigger motion.

The light reflected off the sequins and danced crazily around the room. The erotic effect was ten times greater than it had been. She began to get even hotter thinking about the way her slender legs were moving, hiding her cunt, then revealing it. The dimness of the light would make it all the more mysterious and attractive.

Her tits bobbed up and down. She caressed her own body, tweaking her nipples and running her fingers over her snatch. Once, she tweaked the little spire of her clit and came.

She didn't remember those few seconds as she soared on the kaleidoscopic winds of ecstasy. But she knew the wildness must have been really spectacular.

"Come," she moaned, "Come and join me!"

She began to really let her body take over. She went through a mock fucking, her fingers having to substitute for a man's prick. When she pulled her fingers out of her juicy twat, they gleamed in the flickering light.

But most of all, it was the sequined garters that proved the center of attention. They drew the eye to her legs, to her bush, to the slim waist and flaring ass. Promising the world of carnal pleasure, those garters were worth their weight in gold.

She danced until she collapsed. Then, opening her legs and motioning to the hidden man, she said, "Please, now! Please take me! I'm so hot for you I can't stand it!"

She heard a tiny gasp, then a series of moans followed by silence. When the door closed, she knew the man had left.

Left her hot and horny and tired.