Ava ran her tongue over lips still tasting of the evening's wine as her hands slid up her body to cup her breasts, squeezing them between her long fingers.   He wanted a show for a show?  "What makes you so sure it's you I'm wet for?"  She laughed, low and throaty as her eyes darted to Katrina.<br/><br/>Still, she released her breasts, skimming fingers over her slim waist, down her flat stomach.  Her dedication to the gym showed in every line of her body, and she was confident in it.  She smoothed over the silk of her panties to the tops of her thigh-high stockings, running her thumbs along the elastic.  She wasn't going to take them off, though.  She loved the feeling of fucking with shoes and stockings on.<br/><br/>But she did slide one long finger between her legs, pressing into the black fabric, pushing the silk between the swollen lips of her pussy as she slid along her slit.  Her eyes were on Trents the whole time.