“Isn’t this amazing?” I hiss at Nicholas, barely able to contain myself. I’d not been overly embarrassed by not containing myself a little while earlier, and I’m now seriously excited by what Zoë might have in store for me.
“Yes, it is,” he responds, smiling kindly at me. “Are you sure about this? She said she’d never performed this trick before…”
“I know – can you believe how lucky we are?”
“…because Jade refused to do it – along with everyone else she’s ever asked to participate.” Nicholas looks at me with what appears to be genuine concern on his face. “Look this has been… fantastic, literally fantastic, but – shouldn’t we quit while we’re ahead? This could be dangerous.”
I shiver.
“I hope so.” I touch his hand, hoping to reassure him. “Don’t you find that exciting? And thrilling? And… and… well, it makes me horny, so don’t you find it… sexy?” He smiled shyly: success! “Look at me, Nick.” He does so, and laughs self-consciously. “Doesn’t this turn you on?”
I open my body up so that he can look at me. The head-dress has gone, but the showgirl outfit Zoë changed me into still clings to my curves. I watch him look me up and down, seeing him take in the impressive cleavage, the stockinged thighs, the hourglass waist, and the impressive cleavage once more.
“Yeah, OK: it does; you do,” he admits, looking up into my eyes. I smile.
“…and do you know what turns me on even more?” I say, sliding a hand between his legs.
“Tell me,” he whispers.
“Knowing that - whatever it is I have coming to me - it's going to be you doing it.” I squeeze. “Now kiss me for luck.”
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To be continued