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Daphne's eyes go to mine.
"No." The stern tone drops into Mercy's voice. "This is not for his approval. It's for you. What doyouwant, baby? Do you want to show me this gorgeous figure?"
"Yes," Daphne breathes.
"Show me," the dancer orders.
Daphne pushes her straps off her shoulders. Mercy catches one and helps pull the dress over her chest.
"Fucking gorgeous, baby." Mercy turns and straddles Daphne, taking her breasts into both hands, grinding against her lap as she toys with her.
Daphne's eyes go to the mirror.
She watches as the dancer toys with her breasts.
Then her eyes go to me. To the interest in my eyes. The desire. The need.
She doesn't say anything; she just watches me watch. Then she watches in the mirror.
Her hands go to the dancer's waist. Hips. Chest.
She tries it. Tries cupping her breasts, playing with her nipples. She's a little awkward at first, but then she finds the spot.
Mercy groans in a show of pleasure, but I can't tell if it's real or fake this time.
I'm too fucking hard.
When the song ends, Mercy shifts off Daphne's lap. "Now, I usually charge for spankings, but since we had a deal…" She looks to me. "Or do you want to do the honors?"
Daphne's breasts rise and fall with her heavy breath. She's still topless.
The dancer too.
She rights her one-piece as she waits. "Your choice, baby."
I want to jump in and demand the right to spank her. A terrible idea. But there's not enough blood in my brain that I care.
Thankfully, Daphne has some hint of wit. "You," she says to the dancer with a strained, breathy voice.
The dancer smilesperfect. She sits on the bench, and she points to her lap. "Right here, baby. Allow me."
Daphne lets the dancer slide her over her knee.
"You want to help with this part?" She winks at me as she taps the edge of Daphne's dress.
Right.
Fuck me.
My fingers skim Daphne's thighs as I brush the hem. Then her ass. The thin white fabric barely covers her curves. Daphne is tall, and the dress is not cut for length.
Slowly, I roll the fabric over her ass.
She's wearing a thong. A skimpy, flesh-colored thing.
It's too easy to imagine her naked.
She's nearly naked.
