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The Piano - II
She wiggles... a tiny bit, as she scooches up onto the piano
He watches while sipping his Cappuccino
She can't remember if she was in leather tunic, poodle skirt, vamp beaded dress... or jeans.
He: does it matter... after my spankin... all you will be covered in... is sweat
She arches a delicate eyebrow, as she crosses her long legs - the soft kid leather tunic molding easily to her torso. the thigh-high leather boots hissing gently as they hug her legs.
He: impressive
She smiles softly, as she brings the cup to her mouth... soft, full lips pressing teasingly against the rim of the cup as she sips the
cappucino.
He: hmmm its not nice to work up this old man
He: I am easy to work up... but real hard to cool down
She peeks up through silky eyelashes.
She slides a gloved hand lightly over her long supple thigh.
He: but I do believe your screams would be delicious
He: possibly legendary... yes I believe they would write songs about it in a future time
She believes one of the singers from PinkFloyd already did that. *wink*
He grins
He: but alas I must calm down
She: tis a steady hand that is needed when one manages a staff, indeed.
He: hmmm sexy and smart too
He: dangerous combination
She sips the cappucino again ... and as she sets the cup down, a bit of foam is on her upper lip. she extends the tip of her tongue, and with a very controled movement - she licks it easily, and then pressing her teeth lightly upon her lower lip... she slides them back, the soft pop sound very audible to him, as it is released. she peeks up again, and smiles - demurely.
He: damn girl
He: if your objective was to tease and turn me on... you have succeded
She brings her right thigh close to her chest - hugging it gently. soft, full breasts pressing against her thigh. perhaps a small peek of the leather panties is visible - perhaps not.
She smiles softly.
He: but then again... you could be in a house dress with curlers in your hair and I still would probably be turned on by you
She notes the distance from the piano to the 'manager's table'. she tilts her head back, and he can't see the teasing little smile playing upon her lips.
He sits back relaxing, watching this incredibly gorgeous woman.... his fingers rap upon the tabletop
She crosses her right leg a bit more - as her soft thigh is revealed, she brings her right hand to caress the soft, silky flesh - up to her hip. she checks the little buckle of her black leather panties, making sure it is snug. she peeks up again, and readjusts herself atop the piano.
He wipes a bead of sweat from his brow
He picks up a napkin from the table
He begins to fold it over and over again
He rips off tiny pieces as he folds it
He sets a tiny origami paper unicorn on the table
He walks over to the bag on the other table and pulls out a few cups
He grabs a fresh cup for himself and walks back over to his table... the sounds of his boots clicking on the floor is quite audible
He reaches down and unstraps the black leather bullwhip from his belt and lays it down upon the table next to the unicorn
He: There thats better... much more comfortable
He removes his black leather gloves revealing well worn and strangely tattoed hands
She turns around to face him.
He raises an eyebrow
She: interesting they would have this song for a playerpiano.
He: coincidence probably
He very very slowly licks his lips and wishes he had both eyes
She brings her right hand up.. and slowly - almost enjoying the sensation of the leather peeling off - she starts to remove the glove.
She feels the leather tugging ever so slightly ... and then she tucks the glove into her belt.
He grabs his whip... unfurls it in one fluent motion.. cracks the whip once toward the lighting equipment, the spur cuts out all house lights except the one over her
He watches her as he furls the whip back up slowly
She hears the soft hiss of the whip, and smiles as she can almost hear the length of it being coiled
She slides her right hand up... mmmmming softly, as she caresses her long, slender neck. she reaches up to the soft chignon, and removes one single little hair clip... and her long black hair cascades down over her shoulders, almost to her waist.
He drops the whip from his hands... it falls almost in slow motion to the floor below
She shakes her head slowly, and the cascade of ebony waves seem to glitter like a silver waterfall - as she is caught in the spotlight. she looks up, and locks eyes with his.
He: damn
He: your beautiful
She hears his voice, and her eyes pinpoint on his lips...
She turns once... a slow turn, the lights playing on the soft leather that covers her body - most of it.
She goes into a series of spins, moving closer to him. she extends her left hand - still encased in the leather glove... and looks up into his eyes again.
He watches her intently... does not notice the way the whip seems to coil slowly at his feet aching to taste her flesh... as if his own mind mimicks the whip itself
She feels the movement of the whip - almost as if it has a life of its own, with a vibrant quality that seems to sing out to her.
He stands slowly
She slides a dainty fingertip up along his chest as he stands...
He watches her... but does not touch
She takes two steps back ... smiling as her right glove now sits tucked within his belt.
She: magic is... 'magic' <soft smile>
She: enjoy the day! mmmmmmmmmmmm
He reaches down and the whip seems to leap into his hand
He: You also Darlin
He furls it and attaches it back to his belt
She notes how one finger of the glove seems to lightly caress the whip, before settling back into its tucked position.
He: Give us a kiss... and I will be on my way
She leans closer to you... soft lips barely sliding against his lips - her breath warm, sweet - leaving a lingering sensation.
He: mmmmmm
He turns and walks out slowly, forgetting his gloves on the table
She: until the next we meet.
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