Turning away from him once more Cassie began to move her lithe body to the rhythm pounding out into the room. Placing her hands on her thighs they slowly moved up her body and caressed her curves until her hands tangled in her golden tresses. Deftly she inched down the zipper on the side of her dress, peeking over her shoulder and locking eyes with him, biting her lower lip slightly before she let go and the garment dropped to the floor in a puddle around her feet. She took a step backwards, now clad only in her heels and black lace lingerie, and spun around to face him. Her hands dropped to his knees, pushing them apart to allow her to move in between them. Leaning forwards towards him she arched her back, her rear raised in the air as she pressed her hands against the chair back either side of him and slowly inched her chest towards him with each beat of the music.
Jason’s eyes remained locked on the woman, practically mesmerized as she began to move. When the fabric puddled around her feet, He couldn’t help but shamelessly take in every inch of her. Lap dances usually leave nothing to the imagination for him and leave him wanting a little less from the bimbo giving it to him but she was different. When her hands parted his legs and she began practically writhing to the music up against him, Jason has to suppress the urge to reach up and grip the breasts inching closer as well as the hips gyrating to the beat. Surely there was no touching when it came to normal lap dances but this was hardly normal. “Shit..” He cussed under his breath, head leaning closer to her own as his body seemed to react to her against his will, hands gripping the side of the chair to keep him from reaching out.