Give him a topless lap dance

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Jessica looked at the dealer's oily black hair slicked back over his balding head and thought about the gleaming black of that Porsche. Julian had made clear what he expected in return for overlooking her missing license, but this flabby old man was not about to get to fuck one of the hottest celebrities on the planet. To her mind, that would be a totally unequal trade for her little mistake. But Jessica was certainly flexible. She was amenable to a different deal, if he would accept her counter offer.

She stood slowly from her chair across from Julian, running her hands over the midriff-baring red tank top an pulling the fabric tighter against her pert breasts to reveal the shape of her nipples rising beneath the material. She sauntered slowly around the dealer's desk as he watched her like a frog getting ready to fling its sticky tongue out at a butterfly. Her hands prowled to her shapely hips, caressing her tight white hot pants as she walked around to his side of the desk. He wheeled his chair back just enough to give her room. His big hands moved to her legs and caressed up to her hips. Jessica's smile tightened to a frown, she pinched his hands in hers and moved them away from her body.

"The rule is 'no touching'," she said.

"This doesn't sound like much of a deal," grumbled Julian, although his eyes twinkled with obvious desire.

"I will touch you she said," she turned slowly around and let him see the firm roundness of her ass filling out her tiny shorts. She leaned over the desk a little, giving him an even better look at her Yoga-firmed buttocks as they peaked out of the bottom of her shorts. She glanced at him over her shoulder. "I will give you a lap dance for smoothing thinks out with the car, Julian."

"Nude?" He asked, raising a dark eyebrow.

"Topless," she said and turned quickly around. She looked at him with seemingly innocent brown eyes, biting her lower lip as she crushed her breasts in her hands. She squeezed her soft mounds and allowed the tank top to ride up her toned tummy. It was enough to convince the sleazy dealer.

"Alright," said Julian. "Okay. This is... it had better be a damn good lap dance."

"Good?" She laughed, slipping her phone out of the pocket of her shorts. "This is going to be the best lapdance of your entire life."

She hit play on her "sexy time" playlist, which kicked off with the familiar sounds of Britney Spears' "Toxic." In addition to have a firm, athletic body, flexible and well-conditioned for a striptease, Jessica had also trained with high-end erotic dancers for her role in the movie Sin City. She began to swing her shapely hips to the rhythm of the music. The trick, her dance tutor had explained, was to show off your body with moves that made men imagine how you would move in bed. Her hands toyed with the tank top as her hips rocked from side to side and moved in a careful, Hula Hoop circle. Just as Julian seemed sure to get a glimpse of her breasts, Jessica turned around and thrust her ass back. She nearly thumped him in the face with her luscious bottom. She dropped lower, pushing her firm bottom into his lap and grinding against his crotch. It was no surprise that she felt the bulge of his hardness pressing back against her.

"Oh, Christ," moaned Julian. He gripped the arms of his chair with white-knuckled **** as Jessica rolled her hips and moved her ass in his lap. She could feel his cock against the groove of her pussy through her shorts and panties and knew he could probably feel that too. She rocked her hips and his cock was practically buried between her cheeks. She moaned softly and her moan was only partly for his benefit. She enjoyed working her body and enjoyed a man's appreciative gaze, even if it was a slime ball like Julian.

She leaned her silky hair back against his shoulder and turned to him, lips parted, moaning softly, as if she might kiss him. As the flabby old man puckered up... Jessica pushed off his lap and spun as athletically as possible in the limited space between his desk and his lap. He groaned with disappointment as she resumed her hip-swirling dance and looked at him with lust-heavy eyes. She could feel her body growing hotter, her sensitive nipples straining beneath her tight tank top. She slowly teased pulling it off again as her hips worked like she was riding a mechnical bull. She let the edge of the shirt lift her breasts, higher and higher, until they popped free and bounced into the open. Her golden mounds faintly showed the outline of her bikini. They were pert and perfect, but not small, and her dusky nipples were hard and delicate. She covered her nipples, plucked at them, and let her breasts bounce free again as Julian looked on with wonder at her topless body.

"Toxic" faded into a remix of George Michael's "I Want Your Sex" and Jessica laughed and arched her body against Julian's desk. She turned around, pushed her ass towards him once again, and began to tease lowering her shorts. She revealed the black of her panties and more of the luscious roundness of her bottom, slowly working the shorts down in time to the music, squeeze her ass so that it seemed to burst out of them. She shook her hips and the shorts dropped down her golden legs. She looked back at Julian and gave her bottom, covered in silky-black panties, a good smack.

"Oh," moaned the dealer, entranced by the sight of the lovely starlet moving her body.

She stepped carefully out of her shorts, catching them for a moment on her chunky sandals, but making lifting her leg and plucking them free look like part of her dance routine. She went with it, placing a foot up on the arm of Julian's chair and thrusting her hips, moving the taut, black panties covering her mound towards his face. She wondered if any moisture was showing. She felt hot despite his repellent look and oily personality.

She shifted her foot up the arm of the chair so she could thrust her mound closer to Julian's face. He had to move his arm and when he did he pot his hand on her calf. She said nothing as the dealer stroked her lower leg as she gyrated towards his face, the motion pulling her panties taut against her mound and revealing her dewy groove in detail. She brought her pussy so close to Julian's face that he could surely smell her sweet musk, but before she drove him completely mad she dropped her foot off the arm of the chair and fell into his lap heavily. She straddled him with her full weight, making the chair groan as she pushed down onto his lap. She laced her arms around his thick neck and bounced against him, letting her tits slap lightly against his face each time she arched her body to the music.

Julian's hands moved to her hips as she rode atop him, rubbing the heat of her pussy against the lump in his pants. He panted and moaned against her smothering breasts. His hands slid slowly around to her ass, fingers of his left hand slipping into the side of her panties and against her firm buttock. He squeezed as she moved atop him.

"I said no touching," she scolded and lifted her breasts from his face. "Get your hands off my ass, Julian, or the lap dance is over."

"Sorry, sorry, babe," he said and slipped his fingers out of her panties. He slowly held his hands up apologetically. Jessica lifted smoothly from the chair as "Tainted Love" began to play on her phone. It was one of her favorites and the raunchy beats dictated the way she moved as she turned around and let Julian admire her ass once again. She lost herself in the rhythm and the lyrics, working her hips like she was fucking him, aware that her pussy was soaked beneath her panties each time the soft fabric cinched against her little mound. She played with her breasts and her hard nipples even though Julian could barely glimpse them with her back to him. She gasped, pushed her ass back toward him, and Julian made his move.

"Oh, babe," moaned Julian. "Your ass is so fine. Take the panties down. Let me see you."

"Topless only," she said and teased her ass closer to his face, lowered it nearly to his lap and bounced it back up in time to the music.

"You want the car, yes, babe? I am doing a good deal with you."

"It's a fair trade," she said, dropping her firm butt heavily into his lap and grinding against his hardness. He moaned with pleasure as her hot pussy rubbed at his cock. She lifted her ass and dropped it again onto his lap, only this time she felt something different. There was nothing between her and his cock except for the silky material of her panties already soaked with her juices. She lifted her ass up and turned around, still moving to the music. Julian's red prick stuck up from the fly of his unzipped trousers. It was not especially big and not especially thick. It looked, for all the world, like a red rocket that someone had smeared honey onto the tip.

After some of the monster cocks Jessica had experienced, the stunning starlet had to resist the urge to make a joke at Julian's expense. Instead, she merely smirked at him and moved her hips slowly to the music.

"You didn't say I couldn't take it out," he said with a crooked grin.

"Mmmm, I suppose I didn't," said Jessica, sauntering back to his seat as her hands played with her breasts. He was being a little tricky, but what did she expect from a car dealer?

She straddled his lap facing him and let her hot pussy tease against his cock jutting through his trousers. Each twitch of her hips grazed his cock against her panty-covered softness. She watched him react with pleasure at each fleeting contact, feeling the heat of her pussy as surely as she felt the moisture leaking from his cock. She enjoyed the sensation of the silky panties rubbing against her folds, pressing lightly inside her, and brushing against her clit with each move. She panted as she worked her hips in time to the music. Just as Julian seemed to be approaching his peak, she lifted from his lap, turned around, and pressed her cheeks back against his crotch. Her ass rubbed the underside of his cock. She rolled her hips and moved against him. Without thinking, Jessica slid a hand into her panties and began to rub her clit as she rode back against Julian's cock. This did not escape Julian's attention.

"It's okay," she said. "The windows are closed. Nobody can see."

"What's that supposed to mean?" She said, stopping her movement with her panty-wedged ass crack cradling his upright, swollen cock.

His big hands moved to her hips, stroking them slightly as he murmured, "It means, I know you'd never fuck a guy like me where anybody could find out about it. But here in secret, it's okay, you can admit it. You need this dick."

Before she could reply, Julian reached around and moved his hand over the front of her panties. He squeezed her hand through the panties and pressed her fingers against her hot slit. Her rejoinder turned into a gasp of surprised pleasure. The instinct to jerk away from Julian's touch met with the undeniable lust burning through her body.

"That's right, babe," chuckled Julian. "Don't fight it."

She let out a worried moan, caught off guard by her need and suddenly no longer in full control of the situation. He held her hips firmly with one hand as his other massaged her fingers into her pussy, forcing her to rub against her clit.

"This wasn't part of the deal," gasped Jessica.

"The deal changed as soon as I felt how wet you were getting," laughed Julian. "Make me a new offer, babe. Something realistic."

Nothing attracted her to this man... except for his infuriating confidence. That and the way he was touching her. She was no longer sure if she could resist her throbbing need and keep to her original deal.