A heavy exotic beat began to play, and Quinten’s horny inner devil rubbed his hands together in glee. Ben frowned at him because it wasn’t a musical group he was familiar with, but Quinten immediately recognized the song “Buttons” by The Pussycat Dolls.
“Fucking perfect, baby,” he whispered as the scent of jasmine and vanilla wafted in the air from the candles in the living room and from the bedroom, where she must’ve also lit candles. This wasn’t the first time he’d ever experienced a striptease but already it was the best one ever.
She strutted into the room eyeing them hungrily, exuding sexy confidence and owning him body, heart, and soul. She was clad in a black corset, spandex miniskirt, thigh-high black patent boots that he’d pretended to not see her pack in her suitcase earlier, black satin gloves, garter belt, and black fishnet stockings. Her beautiful strawberry-blonde ringlets were straightened, flowing down her back and over her shoulders. Her lips were dark red, and her eyes were lined, accentuating their shape and giving her a mysterious look.
If pressed, Quinten would admit to fantasies about Camilla’s days as Cami, the exotic dancer. He’d heard from friends that she was extraordinarily talented, but all their opinions paled next to the reality as she closed the distance between them.
This was a side of Camilla he’d never seen before, and he liked it a lot. He glanced at Ben and nearly bust a gut as Ben’s jaw fell open. The temptress gave Ben a seductive smile as she put her hands on his shoulders and shimmied her breasts inches from his face, tugged at his hair, then smoothly moved to Quinten and gave him similar attention.
Quinten leaned over to Ben as Camilla took the floor like she owned it. He reached out and closed Ben’s jaw. When he had Ben’s attention, he said, “There was one other thing she told me, dude. We don’t have to sit on our hands.”
The music was loud, but Quinten saw it when Ben gulped and then his words finally registered. She stripped, layer after seductive layer, turning her back and shimmying her ass for them, showing off her dancing abilities, until she was clad only in the boots, the stockings, a black lacy thing she wore under the corset, and her black G-string.
Halfway through the song, she shimmied down into Ben’s lap with her back to his front and ground on him, put his hands on her inner thighs and guided them to spread her thighs wide, slid his hands to her center, and then just as quickly danced out of his reach. Ben’s eyes were glued to her every move.
She perched on Quinten’s lap and smiled at him as she ground deliciously on his bone-hard erection, lingering to rub teasingly with her ass a couple of times. He was prepared when she lifted his hands and ran them up her torso so that he cupped her breasts.
“Fuck, yeah,” he muttered as she flitted off his lap and then put the toe of her pointed boot on the seat of his chair, perilously close to his nuts. She unzipped the boot slowly, pulling his head forward so that he could kiss her inner thigh. He lowered the zipper the rest of the way and held it as she gracefully slipped her foot from it then turned and landed in Ben’s arms and lifted the other leg high in the air and tugged his face close so he could kiss the flesh that was revealed as she lowered the zipper tab. She slipped her foot from the boot and left it in his hand as she rose from his lap.
She returned to Quinten, and this time she faced him as she climbed into his lap and smiled temptingly at him. She planted her sweet little ass right on his cock and pressed her breasts against his chest as she ground on him and gave him the best lap dance he’d ever had. She held on to his neck and gyrated until tingles signaled a warning in his balls. He clenched his jaw to get his libido under control, all the while roaming his hands over her bare ass cheeks. She rose gracefully, leaned close, and kissed him, looking directly in his eyes, and returned to Ben.
This time Ben was ready for her and ran his hands all over her ass and up and down her back as she undulated against him, planting his face between her breasts as she continued to move to the beat. She shimmied for him and ground on his crotch until he looked like he was in similar shape to Quinten.
She stood from his lap in a fluid move, turned her back, and released the hidden closure on the lacy top. Looking back at them with a teasing gaze, she shrugged her shoulders so it fell to the floor, and she kicked it at them, catching Ben on his shoulder. She turned in a graceful move, showing them her utterly sexy, full breasts, and stroked them in a singularly erotic movement that made Quinten forget to breathe. Sliding one hand down, she hooked the waist of her G-string with her thumb and rolled her hips, turning to show them her ass as the G-string slid down her thighs and then fell around her ankles. She picked it up, and without looking, she shot it behind her and hit Quinten with the soft wisp of fabric right in the crotch.