Three (6)

I sat down next to Ms. T, the two of us facing Jessica across a small table. The setup seemed perfectly appropriate for the situation. Jessica appeared just a little bit uncomfortable, like she'd dressed up for a date and unexpectedly found herself at a job interview.

She leaned forward, smiling at Ms. T. "I'm so glad to meet you, at last."

Ms. T, sounded like she was enjoying the ever-so slightly surreal sense of meeting a literary character she hadn't quite believed existed, raised her wine glass: "And I've read a lot about you."

Jessica enjoys the theatre of kink - dressing the part, slipping into a role that allows her to play the wide-eyed subbie sex kitten. So it was only fitting that once we'd decided to head upstairs to turn flirtation into action, Jessica's first task was to give a lap dance.

To Ms. T, that is.

I watched from the bed while Jessica did remarkably well with the sinuous teasing moves and the slow unwrapping of her dress. I say "remarkably" because the corset she wore was noticeably (and delightfully) restrictive - it would have been a challenge for a burlesque performer, never mind an exotic dancer. T sat on an armless chair, leaning back like an appreciative customer at a strip club, enjoying the show. Starting with an almost coy display, pulling the hem of her dress up just enough for us to glimpse the pale, smooth skin above the tops of her black stockings, Jessica quickly graduated to the occasional brush of breasts against T's face, and finally the shameless grinding of crotch on thigh.

"Mon," T leaned over to catch my eye. "She's left a wet spot on my leg."

Jessica kept doing what she had been doing.

"Yes. We might have to do something about that."