10 or 11: Chrissy brings you an earthly delight.

Chrissy smiles, waving to you, when you open the door, and pecks your cheek when she comes in. As you close the door behind you, she turns to face you.

"How are you doing, Eric?" Chrissy asks you, as she places her bag on the counter top.

"I'm doing well, Chrissy." You tell her. "How about you?"

"I'm doing quite well, Eric." Chrissy replies, smiling. "With all the things I do during the day and night, this is a rare opportunity for me to come visit, without having Mia & Abbie tag along."

"Well, you did dance for me once." You tell her, watching her pull a bottle of water from her bag, to drink from.

"That was at the club, Eric," Chrissy tells you next, "and you've already had a private dance outside the club with Mia & Abbie. And since Mia's busy with a commissioned costume for a fellow cosplayer, and Abbie's helping her brother at the tattoo shop, I figured I'd come over and get my share...of your earthly pleasures."

You watch her put the bottle of water away, and then she unzips her hoodie, slowly removing it. You can now clearly see her hourglass figure, with curves at all the right places--36dd breasts, hips that helps give her those shapely legs and a wonderful ass, all over her blouse and matching dress pants. She then hikes the bottom end of her skirt up, letting you see her underlying white leather corset, with garters going down into her dress pants.

"How long have you been doing your corset training?" You ask her, seeing her dark eyes glint some.

"For awhile now." Chrissy tells you with a smile. "I do a combination of exercises that helps me trade burn off the excess fat, and tone up my muscles. Sometimes, I do it by myself, other times, I train with the other dancers. Then I do this corset training to help me get that hourglass figure, while my insides adjust to be inside such tight fits."

"Hhmm, it is helping, from what I can see." You tell her, with a smile.

"Thank you." Chrissy smiles, hiking her blouse up to let you see the matching bra, then she releases her blouse so that it goes back down over her torso, as she walks over to you. "So what shall I do, Eric? Shall I model my figure for you? Shall I dance out of this, and then share the earthly pleasures--just you and me?"