Miranda gives in

"So, shall I drive you back to the restaurant, or are you coming in with me?" Michael asked as he held her close. He then released his embrace, and took her by the hand.

Miranda smiled at him. "Lead the way." They walked up to the room fifteen door, and Michael opened it, again bowing before her, admonishing her to enter first. Miranda was pleasantly surprised when she stepped inside. It wasn't the dump she had imagined. Everything in the room looked new. There was even a mini bar with a mini fridge. Even the TV set was a brand new flat screen.

"Before you ask, I own this dump. This room is off limits to anyone but me and my guests."

"Is there anything you don't own?" she asked as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

"You" he answered, half joking. "But I'm working on that."

"So you want to own me?" Miranda asked playfully. "I'm a very expensive ****, Are you sure you can afford me?"

"Well now, a good **** girl isn't supposed to be wearing clothes in front of prospective buyers."

"Oh my!" she said, pretending to be shocked. "You're right. I'd better hurry up and correct this before I get punished." She walked Michael over to the bed, and pushed him down. Then she moved away from the bed and began to sway her hips as if she were dancing to music. She unzipped her dress and shrugged it off her shoulders, allowing it to fall in a heap around her ankles. As she danced she caressed herself, starting with her breasts, working her way down to her thighs. Next her bra came off, and joined her dress on the floor. She tweaked her nipples playfully, making them stiff and erect. Her panties hit the floor next, and she slapped her bare ass as she danced around in a full circle. Then she sauntered over to the bed, still wearing stockings and high heels. She climbed on top of Michael, and kissed him deeply.

Michael rolled Miranda on to her back, and checked her blossoming womanhood. "You're a good little slutty ****" he told her. "You're already wet for me."

"I've been wet for you ever since you put your foot on my pussy at the restaurant" Miranda retorted. "Now what are you going to do about it?"