Not five minutes later, I got back in the room and was treated to a wonderful sight. With her back to me, Amy just pulled up a tight-fitting purple dress over her stunning body. I was just able to see the straps of her matching bra, before they disappeared under the smooth fabric. Every sexy curve of her body was perfectly accentuated and, under the towel around my waist, my dick began to stir again.
The door to the bathroom closed behind me and Amy turned around. Her silky hair swung around and I thought I was in a movie, were the hot actress is introduced in slow-motion. My jaw might have actually dropped when she added her bewitching smile and let my cock go completely hard.
“Well, apparently I picked the right dress.” she commented and took a step towards me. Her eyes lingered on my very obvious erection. She was wearing dark nylons that draw my attention to her well-toned legs. She gracefully slipped into a pair of high heels and spun around for my benefit. The outfit, no, Amy was simply stunning beyond description. “It’s not the outfit. Amy you’re so beautiful.” I tried to put it into words. She giggled like a shy schoolgirl. Despite her killer-body, she still wasn’t good at taking compliments. The moment lasted a little longer. There was definitely something in the air.
“You should get dressed. We have to get to the party.” Amy broke the silence and I did exactly that. It took me a few minutes to get dressed, while she sat on the bed watching me closely. After that, she grabbed my arm and we went to the seventh floor to TJ’s suite. With Amy as exquisite arm-candy, we were invited in by one of TJ’s security guards. Greeted by bass-driven music, we strolled into the larger main room. We both immediately knew why TJ had requested this suite. In the dim light, I could make out three shining stripper-poles mounted on platforms, spread across the huge room. Around them I saw several men relaxing in comfortable leather chairs. Several of them smoked cigars, giving the air a distinctive but not unpleasant smell. In the back I spotted TJ, but he apparently was preoccupied by the petite Asian stripper, who was giving him a lapdance.
I felt Amy tighten her grip around my arm and turned my head. Despite her self-confident demeanor, she was very nervous, when she looked at the dancers. There were six in total. Three of them gave a performance on the poles, while their colleagues entertained the guests one-on-one. There was something for every taste. My eyes went from the busty blonde, to the petite brunette and finally to the curvy Asian who were dancing on the platforms. Amy bit her cute bottom lip and took the whole scene in.
“Which one do you like?” I asked her in a whisper and got her to blush. Obviously she was thrown off by the question, but got herself together again pretty quick. With interested eyes, she watched them. Her lovely hips started to swing with the enticing movements of the ladies and the howling music. While I waited for a response, I kept looking at her and started to wonder what kinky lingerie was hidden underneath that vision of a dress.
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