What if he likes it and wants to go further? What if he tries to touch her? If she’s giving him a lap dance, surely she’s going to feel his dick? What if he gets hard?
Cassie’s brain was slammed with these thoughts. One after another after another. She looked at herself in the mirror one final time and shut her brain off.
“It’s fine,” she thought to herself. “You’ve got this. You’re in control. You’re the professional, he’s just a client. This will be over in ten minutes and then you’ll go home. Ten minutes, $600. Ten minutes and then you go home, get drunk and pretend it never happened.”
If only it were that easy.
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It’s impossible to accurately guess how many times Tony pictured the exact scenario that was about to unfold. Sitting on his hotel couch, in the room he specifically chose because it had a couch like this and had easy, unobstructed access right to the bed, he always wanted his first time with an escort to start with a striptease and a lap dance.
There’s just something fun and exciting about the way the anticipation builds watching a woman peal off piece after piece of clothing. And the lap dance? Whew. To be that close to what you want and have to restrain yourself is a rush like no other. A good lap dance intoxicates you. A great one shuts your brain off and turns you into nothing more than a walking, talking, blood engorged penis that needs to be released.
But no matter how many times Tony role-played the upcoming scene in his brain, and no matter how many times he pictured various nondescript women doing it for him, he had never forseen a family member staring back at him. This time he would.
“What am I doing?” he wondered. “I can’t do this. I’ve got to get the fuck out of here.”
Those thoughts were gone the instant Cassie walked out of the bathroom.
The first thing he noticed was her shirt. In any other context, he would have never paid it a second glance but, this moment, it’s the only place his eyes wanted to be.
Cassie was wearing an orange top that hugged her curves tightly and really showed off her shape. He imagined what she would look like underneath, specifically how she might look in the bra he asked her to wear. Why a black bra? Well, that was simple. He’d always loved the contrast of dark clothing on a fair complexion. Something about it made it pop visually and gave him an extra little dose of adrenaline.
It’s such a sexy thought. One he specifically sought out more times than he could count. Black lingerie is, thankfully, super common in porn.
As he pictured his cousin in that black bra, his mind turned to what was underneath it for the first time. He never intended to but he’d be lying if he said he hadn’t thought of Cassie naked before tonight. He’s a red blooded man and he’s known her long enough to see the way she transformed when she hit puberty. You couldn’t stop those thoughts from popping in every now and again, especially not when you’re a horn-dog teenager.
Save for the occasional glance at stray cleavage at a family function or holiday party, though, Tony never intentionally allowed his mind to wonder onto dirty thoughts of his cousin for too long and he was always quick to focus on something else. He just didn’t think of family like that. Until tonight.