“I’ve got say, I’m more comfortable than I thought I would be,” Tony said, varying pulls every few seconds and feeling the blood rush to his budding erection.
“Oh yeah?” Cassie asked. “How so?”
“Well, I figured you’d just sit there on your phone on Facebook while I did this,” he said.
“I can do that if you want me to,” she replied.
“You say that but I don’t think you could,” he answered. “Don’t act like I don’t see you looking at it.”
Tony lowered his grip every so slightly to the shaft. What once was a pull every 20 seconds or so was now down to 10.
Cassie could feel her excitement building. Each time he stroked it and looked at her, she could feel his gaze.
“I mean, it’s a dick,” she said. “I’m a straight woman. Of course I’m going to look.”
Tony picked up his pace ever so slightly.
“I just don’t think it’s fair, do you?” he asked.
“Fair?” Cassie asked.
“Yeah,” he said. “I’m sitting here completely naked and you’re fully dressed.”
She smirked.
“How about you take those clothes off and get back into the lingerie I know you still have underneath there?” Tony asked.
Cassie let out a small chuckle.
“Oh, so you want to switch roles now?” she asked. “Need I remind you, I’m the one holding the cards here.”
“And I’m the one holding my dick,” he said. “Come on. Name your price.”
Cassie thought long and hard. He’d already seen her in her bra and panties. It’s not like this was new territory for either of them. And maybe it would help him cum faster, before she was faced with any real moral dilemmas.
“Okay,” she said. “It’s $50 for my shirt, $50 for my pants.”
“You drive a steep bargain but deal,” he said, nodding.
Cassie nodded back and took a sip from her drink.
“You’re down to $400,” she said.
“Oh, I’m aware.”
Cassie rested her drink on the floor for a moment. With no music, this was going to be a lot harder than the last time she stripped for him. But, really, she wasn’t planning on grinding on him this time either so it shouldn’t be that difficult.
Cassie stood up and unbuckled her jeans.
“What?” Tony said. “No sexy thrusting this time?”
“Nope,” Cassie said. “And no refunds either.”
Cassie took her belt off in a near-identical way this time as she did during the dance. But instead of playing with it over her head like last time, she placed it on the couch behind her. She then grabbed the underside of her shirt and lifted it over her head carefully, taking the time to fold it and place it on the end table to her right when she was finished.
She then sat down, turned her legs to her side and removed her pants. It was about as unsexy a striptease as was possible under the circumstances but it did nothing to dampen Tony’s excitement.
As she folded her jeans, she took her shirt back and placed it on top of the stack. She added the belt next, creating a small pile of clothes neatly arranged for her to put back on when this was all finished.
“How boring,” Tony said with a smile.
“Hey,” Cassie replied. “You asked me to take off the shirt and pants. You said nothing about being sexy.”
“Noted,” Tony said, flicking his hand in the other direction so that his thumb was now facing toward her and his strokes beginning again. “Now turn toward me and let me see what I paid for.”