<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"><strong>"... just dance for me..."</strong> Lacy display a crooked grin for him. The most sincere expression she delivered all night, <em>as herself</em>, and no alter ego present. "<em>That</em>-I can do." She bit down on the tip of her index finger as she watched him touch himself. Finding herself getting turned on. <em>Then</em> realizing how her comment might have come off. It could be read how ever he liked at this point. Whatever brand of coke he gave her, it was like she was invincible now. The walls of every inhibition she had up previously had collapsed. She stalled a bit to wait for a song she liked to come on. It would only be a matter of time before '<em>Smack That</em>' would finish. The DJ gods had been endowing her with perfection so far. Then she could finally put those slutty dance club moves she had to good use. <br/><br/><strong>"Besides...these clubs try to take all your profits do they not?..."</strong> <br/>"It's my first night in the Sin Bin. Who <em>knows</em> what I'll be leaving with tonight." Winking a bright blue eye at him. She walked back over to the now compliant man. His hands draped over the couch where she could see them, and his member tucked away. She let "Cherry" take over again. Three strides took her to the black leather couch. <br/><br/>With no hesitation, Cherry climbed onto the couch. She balanced well in her red stilettos. Her body turned, so Fransisco had the full view of her ass. Which was now at eye level. Legs spread far apart on the outsides of his. Her arms went skyward as the song changed. Wrists rotating her hands down her body, slowly. The intro to Dip It Low (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4HzK2qcMZzg) clanging through the speakers. Her torso undulated to the beat as her hands finally got down to her thighs. She touched herself with both index and middle fingers. Long enough so he could see her fingers peaking out from the back. Rounding her ass in his face horizontally. Her body snaked to the music. Her side profile flashing him a view of her licking the fingers she had <em>just</em> felt herself up with. She could see her reflection in the mirror. <em>'Nice.'</em> <br/><br/>Both her hands caressed the silhouette of her figure. As she 'popped' when the song told her to. She gave both ass cheeks a loud spank. The flesh exposed, bounced from the effects. Stepping down from the couch, she took it low to the floor. Her hands resting on her spread knees. Her back grinding to the music. She dipped to the floor a few more times. Her hips and ass shot up, as she straightened her legs. Her top half still inverted towards the floor. She had a hold of her ankles now. Amazingly, planning which piece of clothing would come off first. Cherry traced her tongue across her upper lips. Then, with a defined arch in her back, she was upright again. She took all the pins out of her hair. The locks fell halfway down her back. <br/><br/>She maneuvered herself back on the couch. This time, on her knees. If she wasn't so flexible, this position might not have worked out so well. Such as it was, so she was over Fransisco's lap, but not touching it. Her  back side rocking over his crotch.</span><br/><br/>(Not done yet...unless you wanted to reply. *winks*)<br/><br/><div align="center">(http://i232.photobucket.com/albums/ee80/One_Way/Home/normal_black010.jpg)</div><br/>