Missy smiled and stood, almost grateful for the exercise a lapdance promised.  She helped Sam up and into the "lapdance chair" that she had left sitting in the middle of the room. The fact that she was nude didn't  phase her at all, but she was cold and wanted to warm up. Her hips started to sway to music only she could hear, and she smiled teasingly at her victim.<br/><br/>"No touching, Sammy," she told him with a wicked grin. "I'll remind you that I am a black belt and I can almost bench press your weight..."  With that she danced closer, hips swaying and hands teasing herself in an extremely suggestive manner, yet never actually touching herself. She bent over, wagging her brerasts close to his face, cupping them a little as if to offer them before shifting lithely away. She wriggled her ass, tantalizinglly close to actually sitting in his lap, close enough to actually brush against his pants. Again, she shifted away, smiling as she heard him groan softly. She turned again, facing him, and straddled his lap, and this time she actually did sit and lightly grinding against him.<br/><br/>With a giggle, she leaned forward and brushed a kiss against his lips before raising out of his lap and back to her seat in the circle.