Strip That Down For Me

Strip That Down For Me - Miguel

Song: Optimistic by Worm is Green

"Care to humour me and tell me where we are Nestor?" I ask a slight irritation in my voice

"I was just asked to bring you here, I suggest you head inside" Nestor replies smirking in the rear view mirror

Climbing out of the car and buttoning my suit jacket I head towards the door, pulling it open and stepping into the dark space, a moment later dark moody lighting flicks on illuminating the space. Looking around I can see that it's some sort of club, black plush armchairs and couches are clustered together in small groups, I see a table in the centre of the room with a decanter and glass sitting on it, walking over I notice a white card, picking it up I note the heavy weight of the fine paper, opening it up I recognise the handwriting

'Pour yourself a drink and enjoy the show' I unbutton my jacket, pour myself a glass of the scotch and take a seat, getting comfortable the stage lights turn on and music starts

Two long silk ribbons drop down from the ceiling, a third one starts to fall and that's when I see her, her blonde hair flowing down as she slowly unravels herself from the silk ribbon

'He was feeling optimistic, His heart was tickin' click tick tick, Synthetic hopes of a different day, Sparks flew across his wings'

Her body is clad in a silver rhinestone corset and matching bottoms, her shoes are a pair of sparkly louboutins, her body moves like liquid as she twirls, and wraps herself around the silk ribbons. Her body bent in positions that I can't wait to put her in later.

Slowly spinning around the ribbon she comes to a rest on the stage, swinging her hips to the beat

'His life becomes worth living, When he is dreaming, while he sleeps, His life becomes worth living, When he is dreaming while he sleeps'

Her blue eyes locked onto mine her hips move to the beat, her hands slipping behind her back as she moves across the stage, unlacing her corset letting it fall to the ground, her body glows under the stage lights. Her breasts are high and her nipples are covered with rhinestone pasties, she begins to move towards me, each step full of raw sexual power she steps down the stairs and cross the room.

Straddling my lap, she takes the scotch glass out of my hand placing it on the table, her hips grinding on me she wraps her delicate arms around my neck, her fingers sliding up my neck getting lost in my hair, her lips coming down and softly brushing over mine.

My hands sliding over her hips and coming to rest on her ass, sliding under her underwear my fingers digging into the soft flesh, her body arches up kissing me deeper.

"Is there anyone else here?" I growl against her lips

"No" she replies kissing me deeper

"Good" I reply picking her up and laying her down across the table