“I’m a slave for you,”
The moment that first chorus started, she raised her arms in the air and slowly, seductively, took her left hand and guided it down from her right wrist to her upper shoulder. She bucked back gently as she did, moving her body like a wave from her pelvis to her chest. The rhythm was easy to maintain and flowed perfectly with the song.
It was already the hottest thing Tony had ever seen from a strip tease, no doubt because of who it was that was teasing him.
As the next verse began, Cassie slowly backed closer to her cousin. This was the longest part of the song lyric wise and she wanted to time this just right. She had started this dance a few feet away and the distance was comfortable. Now, one step at a time, she was removing the space between them and the uncomfortableness that came with it. As she did, she rubbed her hands over her head and lightly fussed with her hair.
She was getting closer to the next chorus and knew exactly what she wanted to do when it hit.
Cassie was three feet away. Then two. She stopped, waiting for the song title yet again. Swaying with the beat.
“I’m a slave for you”
For the second time, Cassie timed her signature move of this song with those words. This time, she kept her left hand extended in the air and rubbed her right palm from her left wrist to upper shoulder. Every movement was purposeful.
The minute she touched that shoulder, she was ready. There were still 30 seconds or so left in this track and she intended to use every single one of them. She turned her face to the right and locked eyes with her cousin for the first time.
He’d never forget the look on her face. Nor she, his.
“Get it get it, get it get it (oh) // Get it get it, get it get it (oh) // Get it get it, get it get it (oh)”
She bit her upper lip. He adjusted in his seat. She knew she had him. He was putty in her hands and she was in complete control.
As the song faded toward its conclusion and the last chorus started, Cassie stopped dead in her tracks and began to walk away from her cousin. One step at a time. She could feel his eyes locked on her ass.
The song ended. Tony couldn’t believe what he just saw. She hadn’t taken a single piece of clothing off and he was already sporting the hardest erection he’d had in years.
He was hard. For his cousin.
Fuck.
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The second song started in an eerily similar way to the first. Cassie was back in her initial position and the first thing Tony heard was the thumping of hard-hit drums and someone shredding a guitar.
He didn’t recognize the song at first and for the opening 30 seconds, Cassie mirrored her moves in the Britney song, letting her head bob to the beat and her hips sway from side to side. She added a head-banging move and tossed her hair from left to right as the drum sped up. She could have been an 80s music star. She looked it.
After 30 seconds of a steady beat, Cassie kicked off both of her shoes as the leader singer wailed “OOOHHHHH.” He followed it up with “OOOH YEAHHHHH.” She wasn’t wearing socks and Tony didn’t even notice the shoes were unbuckled when she’d started this striptease but now she was barefoot. It was the first hint of skin she had shown so far.