Vess nodded a little.<span style="color: #00ff80"> "i hope this goes more smoothly then that did... you and Amere tried just waiting for her to open up, loving her as much as you could but she blew up instead. it was ugly and she tried to kill herself but you two got her back to a good place and she was happier then ever before."</span><br/><br/>Jasmine thought for a moment and then looked at him.<span style="color: #ff4d4d"> "unless i am drinking i am not comfortable with overt public affection... hugs, holding hands and light kissing are all fine but making out in public makes me uncomfortable whether I'm involved or not. in private good luck keeping me out of your lap, i get chilly and what good is a big, muscular man if not for keeping me warm? i can't say i have ever been cherished but i wouldn't mind learning what that feels like."</span>she chuckled quietly and looked at him.<span style="color: #ff4d4d">"you need more imagination... if you want to eat me out throw me on the table, yank my legs apart like your threatening to tear me in half and if my thighs dare to get in the way don't hesitate to slap them back apart because my pussy is yours to devour. if your doing it from behind use a leash to pin my face to the floor and spank my ass until i spread my legs and reveal your treat and watch how wet i get while i dare to deny you access."</span>she raised one brow as she listened to him and looked at the metal pole and smirked faintly as she finished her wine and she was definitely a bottle in and still coherent. she stood up and her robe vanished as she stepped around the side of the table in her matching black bra and panties, she stretched a few times before she made a show of crawling up onto the table and then to the pole and slowly climbed it to stand up. she closed her eyes and started to dance around the pole, still covered for now, letting him enjoy the view of her long legs, taught stomach and her deep red hair as it followed her moves, growing more sensual as she went. while she was hardly a professional dancer she had experience and knew how to move her body and when her bra flew into his face he wouldn't be sure when she had unclasped the silky fabric. when he cleared his vision her eyes were open and her breasts on display, and they were perfectly proportional to her body and capped with pink nipples and almost no areolae to speak of. she grinned as she spun around, far more graceful then he probably had expected considering how much she had drank. she danced topless for a minute before she turned her back on him and bent over, slowly sliding her panties down her legs as she bent over, easily touching the table as she lifted one leg out of the scant fabric and as she stood back up she spun, flinging the underwear into his chest as her leg swung out past him. finally revealed he would see the matching red patch of hair between her legs and her plump ass as she resumed her dancing now completely nude save for her earrings. whatever music was playing in her head didn't last much longer and she finished her dance leaned back against the pole, one leg back beside it, her other leg bent at the knee and she had both hands above her head gripping the pole as she stared at him with a grin.<span style="color: #ff4d4d"> "confident and sexy enough for you? i don't think strength was ever in question given my life..."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>