She looked Tony right in the eyes and licked her lips. Here we go.
As Van Halen tore through the second verse, Cassie unbuckled the belt of her jeans and, in one swift motion, pulled it out of the loops with her right hand. She swung it around in a small circle. She then moved the long end of the belt into her left hand as the guitar riffed and held her arms out, extended, with her face staring forward. She shook her ass left and right to the beat.
As soon as the next chorus started, she bent over completely, sticking her jean-covered ass forward and looked up at her cousin through her open legs. She could see him adjust his pants over what looked like the outline of an erection and it made her heart beat a little faster.
The song was slowly winding down and right on cue. She needed to act quickly for what she had planned next.
As the music of a steady guitar solo pushed her forward, she grabbed her shirt and the sides of her hips and playfully teased taking it off. In one slow motion, she lifted it up and over her head. She looked back at Tony again and smiled.
At the sound of a motorcycle revving up, Cassie unbuttoned her pants. She shimmied them off a tiny bit and the top of her panty line because visible for the first time. Tony felt the lump in his throat and the lump in his jeans both move at the same time.
Taking her thumbs and placing them in the loops of her jeans on both sides, Cassie eased her jeans down as slowly as possible.
“She’s blinding, I’m flying// Right behind the rear-view mirror now”
For the first time, Tony could see the black garter and stockings he’d asked her to wear. It was so much hotter than he had envisioned and the photos he saw in her ad did no justice to her ass in person. As she let the jeans fall to her ankles, Cassie could feel a wave of heat escape and a chill blow past her legs.
There were still roughly 30 seconds left in the song and one more chorus. She had timed it perfectly and, once again, as the chorus kicked in, she had something special planned.
This time it was a simple move but one both she and Tony were looking forward to.
She turned to face him for the first time.
They locked eyes. There was no pretense left. They were actually doing this. She was stripping for HIM.
As Van Halen belted out “Panama” for the last time, Cassie stood face to face with her cousin and walked quickly over to him. His eyes scanned her body from top to bottom and she could tell he was blown away by the way she looked in full lingerie and the bra she still had on.
“Jesus Christ,” he uttered.
It was music to her ears and she grinned.
Cassie knew the second song was almost over and she finished it simply, keeping her eyes on her cousin, moving her hands through her hair once again and taking two steps back.
It was the furthest she’d be from him for the rest of the set.
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Two songs down. Two songs left to go.
Cassie didn’t know how far she was really willing to take this yet but she was getting bolder with every verse of the playlist.
Tony, meanwhile, was beginning to understand why she felt she was worth $1,200 an hour. He’d never seen her this way but she exuded a sexy confidence that you can’t put a price tag on. At this moment, right now, she was fulfilling his escort fantasy beyond his wildest dreams. It’s a shame she was his cousin. He REALLY wanted to fuck her.