Free StripperwithSpice by Afton Locke

your bare
skin. Do you mind unbuttoning your blouse a little?”
    Electricity jolts through my arms, making my fingers twitch
on the armrests.
    “All right.” Careful not to let him see my breasts, I
unbutton a few buttons and carefully lower the fabric just enough to expose my
shoulders. “What about my bra straps?”
    In reply, he eases them off my shoulders, one at a time. The
movement drenches my panties.
    “I like your bra,” he says. “It’s very sexy.”
    My mouth is drier than the hardiest cactus in the deepest
desert. “Th-thanks you.”
    God, I can’t even speak English anymore. Would he like my
thong too? No way am I letting him see that, massage or no massage.
    He chuckles. “I expected an analyst to wear a boring white
bra.”
    My breath hitches when his strong fingers dig into my bared
flesh. “That’s what I usually wear. I bought this special…for the weekend.”
    “You must have had a premonition that you’d be admired in
it.”
    I sink deeper into the chair as he probes my muscles harder
and harder. Every knot of tension dissolves under his expert touch. My head
slips back and a slight moan even escapes me. When I realize what I’ve done, I
sit up straight.
    He clenches my shoulders as if to make me listen to him.
“Let go, Janice. You need this.”
    Yes…
    After time passes, my muscles are limp and tingly. They’ve
had enough. I order myself out of the chair and toward the door, but I can’t
seem to move.
    “Thank you, Carlos. That was wonderful.”
    He replies by lifting my curls, which requires both hands,
and planting a tender kiss on the back of my neck. “You’re welcome, beautiful.”
    “I’m sorry my hair is such a mess. If I’d known I would win
a fantasy date, I would have done something with it.”
    Such as put a whole jar of bear grease or a bag on it.
    “I love your hair. It’s wild and sexy.” He actually sounds
serious.
    I look at my watch, hoping the two hours is up, but an hour
hasn’t even passed. He bends over me from behind and puts his hands over mine,
pinning them to the chair arms.
    “I think the time will pass more quickly if we play a game,”
he suggests. “Why don’t we pretend you won me at that raffle and I’ll do
anything you want for the two hours?”
    I gulp. Anything? Intrigue whispers across my skin,
so I decide to go along with it.
    “O-okay.”
    “So what else do you like, Janice? You’re not leaving until
I’ve given you everything you need.”
    I notice he said need instead of want. He must realize I’m
too responsible to give in to my desires. What do I need? Security, food and
shelter. Isn’t that all? My wet cunt begs to differ. I need him. No sex ,
I remind myself. Maybe I should offer to massage him.
    A scene from a romantic movie flashes into my mind. It took
place in France and the hero whispered hot French into the heroine’s ear.
Spanish would sound even better.
    “There is something,” I murmur.
    “Name it,” Carlos replies, still leaning over me.
    “Do you speak Spanish?”
    He laughs at my stupid question. “ Sí .”
    “Could you whisper some sweet Spanish nothings in my ear?”
    “Of course. Stand up.”
    When he moves back, I stand. Forgetting my half-buttoned
blouse, it slips and almost falls off. After grabbing it, I fumble with the
buttons and manage to pull the bra straps up before he stops my hands with his.
    “Don’t button it just yet. Are you ready, señorita ?”
    I nod. Near the chair, he stands behind me and grips my
waist. His lips wander over my cheek and brush my ear, sending an arrow of heat
straight to my belly. The skin he massaged is still warm from the friction of
his touch. My blood carries the heat to every distant inch of my body. I know
from where he’s standing he can see the tops of my breasts displayed in the
push-up bra. Aside from my cunt, they burn the hottest of all.
    “ Te deseo, mi corazón. Solo puedo pensar en ti. ” His
slow, honeyed whisper is a rolling caress,