"I-I'm paying for my schooling by dancing at the Kit-Kat Klub," she says, still blushing. "How about if I show you?" Her fingers unbutton her blouse from the bottom as she starts swinging her hips like she is dancing to music.
"That sounds grand, Amy," you say with a big grin at having made her do something sexy. You watch her hips and tits as they jiggle from her movements. She sways and twirls as she undoes the last button. She stops right in front of you, holding her shirt closed tightly across her breasts. Her bra must be very thin for you can see her nipples clearly through the stretched fabric. She flashes her shirt open, and you see her small, pert tits enclosed in a black bra and her narrow waist and flat belly. Her belly button is pierced by a steel barbell with green beads on the ends. Her hips shake enticingly mere feet from your face. She must have had some belly-dancing classes, because she really knows how to wiggle.
In the time you have taken to notice these details of her lithe body, she has removed her shirt, and she throws it dramatically in the corner of the interview room. Her dance continues, and she grabs her skirt on the side to unsnap it. Her winning smile lights up her face; it does not appear faked. Either she really likes dancing or she is a good actress.
Now with her skirt unsnapped and unzipped, she first faces away from you and quickly lowers and raises the skirt enough for you to see her tight ass briefly, and for you to notice that, though she is wearing panty hose, she does not appear to be wearing underwear. She turns around, still grinning, and drops the skirt again, showing her panty-hose clad mound and its dark hair. She twirls around some more, running her free hand up her body, momentarily touching her legs, belly and tits. Her hair is flying wildly as she picks up the tempo.
You are licking your lips at the delightful striptease Amy is performing. She faces away from you again, and, this time, she bends to the floor to drop her skirt. Her fine ass is on display, and you fantasize about fucking her from behind. She stands back up and steps out of the skirt, kicking it toward her shirt. She dances a while longer, caressing her body and swinging her hair around. Her body is quite beautiful, and she is skilled at stripping.
She is facing you and swinging her hips to the music in her head as her hands reach behind her back and pull on her bra straps. Once she pops the clasp, she puts her arm over her breasts, holding the bra up against them. While gyrating, she slides her arm down until you can see the tops of her brown areoles and then repositions it over her tits again. She dances around some more with her tits covered, and then she repeats the same manoeuvre, except baring her mounds to show the nipples. Up goes her arm, and bye-bye go her nipples.
Your cock is tenting your pants, and you shift in your chair to relieve the pressure. Amy takes this opportunity to spin and throw her bra randomly across the room. She walks toward you shimmying her chest to jiggle her breasts at you. Her hands travel up her legs to her crotch, rub briefly on her mound, and continue until she cups her breasts. She is still smiling, but she has a more feral look now, her eyes boring straight into you. Then she turns around, walking away from you, and suddenly bends over at the waist, throwing a smoky look back at you. Her ass is perfect. She holds like this for several seconds, and then stands up, the dance over. She turns back to you, still rubbing her tits. |