<strong>Deidre Verosky</strong><br/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv110/jelly_beanjlw/Deidre.jpg)</div>Never missing a beat, Deidre flowed effortlessly to the bed when Andria motioned to it. She sat, quite comfortable on the edge and crossed her legs. Not that she was embarrassed or even noticed the bed. From her perch, it was far easier to admire Ms. Collins.<br/><em><br/>"A teenage boy?"<br/><br/>"Well, at least if you drool over me and are finished as fast, we can spend more time watching wrestling or playing video games."<br/><br/>"But I think I can imagine better uses of our time."<br/></em><br/>The familiar tingle started at the core of her body and worked its way outward. Andria was an attractive woman. But that fact wasn’t as arousing as the look she saw in her eyes now. Very slowly Deidre uncrossed than recrossed her legs. The brush against her sex added to the tingle.<br/><br/>She didn’t tremble, nor look away from Andria, as she leaned back to place the now empty champagne glass on the side table by the bed.<br/><br/>“I would have to agree.”<br/><br/>Effortlessly, with deft fingers, Deidre slid the buttons of her blouse free from the holes. First one and then another, over and over, until the red and black lace that covered her breasts and the creamy skin atop her breasts and stomach were exposed. She shrugged free of the shirt and gave a sensual smile.<br/><br/>There were times when she had to pretend to be aroused by the client; times when she had to make believe they were someone or something else. But this time, she desire Andria Collins … this time she wanted every inch of her.<br/><br/>“Though, I’ll happily take a demonstration of a better use of our time.”