<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">As Lacy peered through the picture windows, she caught Fransisco's reflection, watching her. She hid well the fact that she was intimidated by him, still. His nearness caused her pulse to percolated rapidly under her skin. Her quietness could be interpreted as many things. Yet, Lacy suspected that the thought hadn't even crossed his mind. Nor did she think he cared to get into her head that way. The garment falling off of her vouched for that. <em>'What am I doing here?'</em> Turning tricks was another thing making her teeter totter with morality. She was a long way from her life back home. Things changed a lot when she got into College. Yet, Lacy never thought in a million years that she would be standing in a stranger's house, getting paid to give him her body. <br/><br/><em>'It's just sex.'</em> She reassured herself mentally. Eyes closing at the touch of the cold glass against her nakedness. She thought it would be harder than this to give in. Fransisco's lips caused a heavy amount of coercion. Every time she thought she might back out, he kissed her somewhere that turned her 'no' into '<strong>yes</strong>', faster than she had time to react. <strong>"...the house rules are different in my domain."</strong> "Rules?" Her smooth voice sneered playfully. "For me, or <em>you</em>." She turned her head so he could catch her defiant smirk. Her fingers grasped the door handles as Fransisco spanked her ass. He left but a moment after. Quicker than Lacy would have liked. Teasing her with that little tinge of roughness induced her to curiosity. A desire to see what he would do to her next. <br/><br/><strong>"Common baby, come dance for me...unless you want skip all that and get fucked now."</strong> She was was now leaning against the glass doors, facing him. Hands still clutching the door handles. Subconsciously holding her back from doing anything stupid. She watched him clap his hands. Half expecting the lights to dim and some tacky disco ball to descend from the ceiling. Albeit, she knew better. This guy was too suave for that. What happened instead was a prelude to temptation, as a beat resound through the room.<br/>Lacy pushed off the door an succumbed to the music.  <br/> <br/><em>Dirty dog<br/>I'm a dirty dog<br/>I'm a dirty dog...</em><br/><br/>She went over the ottoman first. Crawling on top of it. When she got on all fours she spread and straightened her legs. Her arms perched up on the large soft footstool. Her ass now high in the air. She thumped her backside to the rhythm. Keeping her limps locked, her torso snaked a few times. Letting Fransisco's imagination run. Showing him what she would do if he was under her.  Lacy moved her body so that her legs came together now, at the edge of the ottoman. Ending the fast song with a climactic smack on her ass.  <br/><br/>When the next song came on Lacy's hand went under her hair. Sweeping it so it was strewn across her face. Slowly tricking back down her neck, shoulders and back again. Some strands still in her face. No audio came out as she mouthed the words, <em>'She's sexy'</em>. Moving her hands up and down her half naked body, until she reached the chair Fransisco sat in. Lacy remained standing, but outstretched an arm so it resided on the chair's headrest. Her chest in his face, but not quite close to taste. The opposite red heel went up to rest on the outside of his hip. Her black cherry spankies grinding the air in front of Fransisco. When Pharrell declared, <em>'Cause it's HOT!'</em> Lacy unclasped the red garter clips on her stocks and flung them at Fransisco's chest. The elastic pieces tumble to to couch from the impact. She turned around and finished the song with her ass osculating his crotch once, before standing back up.She was glistening at this point. Wondering how many more songs she could go on for. The coca still stimulated her. But how long would that last? <br/><br/>With the last song she danced out of her panties as slow as a peepshow dance would. Making him think it was almost off, only to yank them back up again. Eventually she did whine them off of her. It twirled on her index finger before she took the tiny fabric to the back of his neck. Using it as a harness to hold his face in her tits, as she danced. "Are you getting your monies worth papi?" She whispered, more like moaned in his ear.</span>