Walk Of Shame(75)

The business guy looks at Hemy, a little intimidated and then down at the pile of money in front of him. “No, man. Not at all,” he slurs. “Enjoy the show.”

Now pissed, I slam the door behind me and yank Hemy’s head back by his hair before whispering, “Just remember you did this to yourself.” I push his head forward and walk over to the man in the suit.

I grab his beer from out of his hand and toss it across the room. I’m pissed. Not only at Hemy, but at this drunken idiot for agreeing to let him watch. I lift my leg, placing my heel next to him on the couch. I dig it into the leather while grabbing him by the tie and yanking his head to my breasts.

I squat so that I’m closer to his waist. I start to sway my hips to the slow rhythm while running my hands through his hair and rubbing my breasts over his lips.

I allow myself to get lost in the music playing over the speakers, doing this for a few minutes before releasing his tie, and pulling his head back by his hair. I look down at his lap and smirk. “Someone’s already hard for me.” Opening the top of my black bustier, I straddle his lap and start grinding myself against his erection.

The guy starts moaning while looking down at my breasts and licking his lips. “Oh yeah, baby. Keep rubbing against my dick.”

I don’t usually talk much with the men in private dances, but having Hemy in the room somehow makes me want to have a little fun. After all those years of me sitting by, while women touched and enjoyed him, why not give him a little taste?

“Mmm . . . you like that, big boy?” I rip his shirt open and grab onto it while arching my back and rolling my front against his. “It’s so big and hard for me.”

I grind my hips faster while moaning out and biting my bottom lip. I place my hands on my hips and roll with the beat of the music, popping my ass with each one. I trail my hands upward and continue the slow hypnotic motion of the dance. I stop briefly when I reach my breasts that are peeking out of my top. I can feel his eyes on me, both of them. I close my eyes and continue my path upward until I reach my long blonde hair.

The heels of my black leather knee-high boots are pressed into the leather of the sofa. I keep my balance steady as I grind against his cock. My eyes remain closed. I fist through my hair, messing it, as I seduce him with my movements.

I sit up and tease him in reverse, running my hands down my breasts, down my stomach and in between my ass and his hard on, while looking over at Hemy.

His eyes go hard as he reaches down to adjust his cock. Seeing him hard gets me even more excited. It actually has me turned on. Our eyes lock as I grasp Mr. Professional’s cock in my hand and start rubbing myself faster while stroking it through the fabric.

The guy starts moaning and gripping onto the couch as his cock starts throbbing in my hand.

I stand up and turn back around with my pussy in his face as he comes in his fancy slacks.

“Oh fuck,” he moans while rubbing his hands over his face. “That was fast.”

I look at Hemy and smirk. “That was fast.”

Hemy runs his hand over his cock, but looks pissed. I can tell he wants to get off too. Hemy’s not as easy as this guy was. He needs more. “Now, it’s time for round two.”

“Are you sure you can handle round two?”

A rumble comes from Hemy’s chest. “If I can handle losing you, I can handle anything.”

Now my focus is all on wanting Hemy to come for me. As bad as it sounds, I need this. I’m wound so tight right now, and that’s all I need to push me over the edge.

I pick up the three hundred dollar bills and hand them to the messy guy that couldn’t hold his shit. “Leave,” I say. “You should probably go clean up.”

My eyes meet Hemy’s and they stay there as the man quickly leaves us alone.

“Lock the door,” I demand. Hemy follows him and locks the door with a smirk before he walks over to stand in front of me. “No touching,” I state. “Just yourself.”

Hemy grabs me by the hips and sets me on top of the table before walking away and taking a seat on the other side of the couch. The clean side.

His eyes watch me with heated desire as I open the rest of my bustier and pull it open. My hands reach up to rub my pierced nipples, causing Hemy to growl and adjust his cock.

“Mmm . . . you like that?” I run my hands in between my breasts until they reach the top of my panties. “I want you to come for me, Hemy. I miss seeing you lose it over me.”

He watches me as I drop down on my knees and spread my legs apart. I slowly slide my hand down the front of my panties and run my finger up and down my wetness before sliding a finger inside. “Mmm . . . I’m so wet for you.” I push in and out. “Can you hear it, Hemy? Remember how much you loved the sound of me being wet for you?”