Page 169 of Torrid Passion
The door to the bathroom cracks open and Kyla pokes her beautiful face out. “Comfy?” she asks.
“As a matter of fact I am. Thanks for asking,” I grin. “I’m just waiting for you.”
“Fair warning. I doubt I’ll be able to do any of those crazy suspended moves. I’m not that good on the pole.”
“It’s your choreography. Even if you just stand there, I’ll still get a hard-on. Anything above that is gravy.”
“Well, that’s a relief.”
“Enough talking. Get your sexy ass out here,” I tell her.
She strides over to me, swinging her hips like a temptress.
“Holy fuck!” I grunt.
She looks good enough to eat.
Her long dress hid her heels, but now I can finally admire her sexy-as-fuck gold heels.
“You like?” she asks before twirling. There’s so much to take in, I struggle to capture it all.
“I like it fucking a lot,” I tell her. “What the hell are you wearing underneath that dress?”
That’s a stretch.Her body is clad in abeautifully embroidered gold dress that’sridiculous short. Not that I’m complaining.
“Something just for you. I got it yesterday at French Appliqué.”
“One of the items I bought?”
“No.”
“So I didn’t see that one?”
“No. I tried it on after we were done and I paid for it with my own money. It’s my little gift to you. It would be wrong if you had paid for it.”
She comes to stand in front of me.
My gaze brushes over her.
I shift in the chair, adjusting myself.
Kyla is transformed into a tempting goddess I’ve never seen glimpses of before. She always wears impeccably cut designer clothing, but this… it’s every man’s wet dream.
“What’s that?” her eyes drop tothe pouch.
“I’m the client. Hence, I have to pay to play. You set the price for a dance, removing items of clothing, flashing me your pussy, allowing me to touch you… etc.”
“It’s real money?”
“Yeah. All hundred dollar bills.”
“Wow.”
“It’s more authentic––”
“You’re taking this all the way.”
“Trust me, it’ll be fun.” She doesn’t respond.Will she go along with it still?“Come here,” I wave her over.
