Christy helps you out.

"Don't waste my hot water doing that in here," she remarks, pulling you out of the shower by your hard dick. After rinsing her pretty, tanned features under the shower, she turns the water off and leads you into her bedroom.

The auburn-tressed lovely disappears momentarily behind a beaded curtain, after settling you into a comfortably overstuffed chair near her brass pole.

"Jerk off to me, instead!" she says as she re-enters your field of vision, picking up the remote for her fancy shelf music system.

You can't believe how sexy the woman looks as the sounds of "Dirty" return to your ears.

She isn't practicing in a towel now. You're getting the full treatment. Dressed in a translucent red half tee with a grey plaid micromini that fails to hide the sweet curves of her thong-covered ass, she matches Christina's video moves, bump for bump, grind for grind.

Without breaking her routine, she reaches for a bottle of hand lotion from her dresser and throws it to you.

You accept gratefully and squirt some in your hand, applying liberally, as Christy continues her wanton gyrations.

The end of the song growing near, you watch amazed as she climbs the pole to the ceiling, and hangs there, only by the strength of her thigh muscles. Flashing you a sweet smile, she grabs the pole and swings quickly down it, launching herself from it.

Christy's svelte form lands in your lap, your dick between her thighs.

"You'll need a cold shower now, mister!" she teases.