Penthouse strip show

As I step into my domain, the void envelops me, and I glance back at the doorway—bright, rectangular, and too harsh against the calm of this place. With a thought, I change it. The corners soften, the edges stretch and curve until it becomes an oval, like a pool of liquid light suspended in the air. The surface ripples gently. Through it, I see Kathryn, alone in the elevator where I left her, still peering into her makeup case. Time hasn’t touched her. She’s frozen in that quiet moment, waiting—for me.

The walls of the elevator rise silently from the floor, unfolding panels of brushed steel gliding upward with mechanical grace. Soft white light pulses along their edges, casting shifting reflections that dance across the growing enclosure. As they lock into place, the space tightens, wrapping around me like a cocoon of chrome and light. The doors materialize ahead, forming from thin streams of metal that weave together into a seamless, polished surface. Overhead, the ceiling descends smoothly, its underside glowing faintly as it clicks into place Along one side, a sleek control panel morphs out silently from the wall, its surface a smooth black glass embedded with softly glowing numbers. The digits light up one by one—each a cool blue—forming a neat grid of floors. Beneath them, subtle touch-sensitive icons pulse gently, ready to respond to a single press. The panel settles, folding seamlessly back into the wall. I’m sealed in. Beside me, Kathryn fades in like a mirage coming to life. Her eyes are ablaze with desire. Her top clings to her body now, the neckline plunging to reveal the cleavage of her small breasts. She takes my hand, her touch electric, and as the doors open, we step into her opulent hotel suite.

The suite is a vision of luxury, with a plush couch, a massive big-screen TV, and a fully stocked minibar. As we cross the threshold, Kathryn slips off her top, her small breasts bouncing freely, her pale pink nipples taut and inviting. She tosses her top into my hands, a playful smile on her lips.

"Make yourself at home, Joe," she purrs, her voice a sultry invitation. "I’m gonna slip into something more... interesting." She saunters into the bedroom, her hips swaying seductively, her tight jeans hugging her ass perfectly as I take a seat on the comfortable plush couch.

I take in the surroundings, my eyes landing on the minibar. With a thought, it transforms into a fully stocked wet dream of a bar, complete with two shelves of top-shelf liquors, a spritzing soda gun, and an array of mixers that shimmer into existence. I watch, amused, as the bar makes my drink, tearing and smashing perfect mint leaves into my glass, adding ice cubes, pouring rum, and squeezing lime juice from the wedges. It’s topped off with club soda, and the tall, perfect sparkling mojito floats to my hands, the condensation already beading on the glass as it floats delicately into my hand. I take a drink, the slight buzz of ****, without the residual effects. I’m a lightweight by nature so it’s nice to enjoy an alcoholic beverage in my domain without having to worry about getting drunk.

Kathryn emerges from the bedroom, and I nearly drop my drink. She’s wearing a sexy schoolgirl costume: knee-high socks with black bows, an ultra-plaid miniskirt that barely covers her ass, and a tight blouse tied loosely at the bottom. The neckline plunges, revealing the swell of her small breasts, her nipples pressing against the white fabric, the shadow of her areolas evident. A simple black headband completes the look, and I can just make out the tiny white panties under her skirt, the thin fabric barely concealing the shape of her pussy.

"Interesting look, Kathryn," I remark, my voice low and appreciative as I take a sip of my drink, the cool liquid a stark contrast to the inferno raging in my body.

She saunters over to me, her eyes never leaving mine, her body moving with a graceful, seductive rhythm. "I have an audition coming up," she begins, her voice a low purr. "I’m playing a stripper who gets into an intense and sexual relationship with her best friend. It’s supposed to be incredibly sensual and passionate, and I’m not sure I can pull that off without some... rehearsal," she says, her tongue flicking playfully at the roof of her mouth, her eyes darting to the bulge in my pants.

I smile, my cock straining in my pants waiting to surprise her just as Buffy and Faith were in my first encounter in the void. "I’m happy to help... but I think you could use something to help you get into character. " I say, changing the floor behind her.

I wave my hand slightly, loving the theatricality of my powers, and a platform emerges from the floor. A platform of marble stone, cool and solid as it takes shape. A silver stripper pole forms in its center, connecting to the ceiling like it was always meant to be there. I adjust the lighting to a more sensual glow, the soft light casting long shadows and highlighting every curve of Kathryn’s body. I let the cool air circulate, goosebumps rising over her skin, her nipples perking up, the peaks visible through the thin fabric of her blouse.

"Why don’t we get started?" I suggest.

She smiles, a wicked glint in her eye, and steps onto the platform, her heels clicking on the surface. "Yes... why don’t we?" she replies, her voice a sultry invitation as she begins to move her hips, her body already syncing with a sexy rock ballad playing on unseen speakers.

Kathryn starts to dance, her movements fluid and sensual as she gyrates her hips, her hands roaming over her body, teasing and tantalizing. She turns around, giving me a view of her back, her ass perfect and round in that tiny skirt. She bends over slowly, her hands on her knees, her skirt riding up, exposing more of her thighs and the tiny white panties that barely cover her ass. She looks back at me, a mischievous smile on her lips, and I can see the details of her pussy and her tiny clit beneath.

She straightens up and turns to face me, her eyes locked on mine as she hooks her fingers into the waistband of her skirt. She pulls it down slowly, her hips moving in a seductive rhythm, the skirt falling to the floor, leaving her in just her knee-high socks, her tiny white panties, and her tight blouse. She unties the band holding it at the bottom exposing her perfect breasts, shrugging it off her shoulders and tossing it onto my chest. I grab it and bring it close to my face, taking in the delicious scent of Kathryn’s body.

She steps out of the skirt and kicks it aside, her body moving with a fluid grace as she approaches me, her eyes never leaving mine. She steps off the platform, reaching out to take my drink from my hand, taking a sip before setting it aside on a smooth glass table that forms beside the couch I sit on. She bends down and takes my hand and places it on her breast, her nipple hard and insistent against my palm.

"I’ve been wanting you to touch me since you came into your office, Joe" she whispers, her voice a plea. "To make me feel good."

I oblige, my hand squeezing her breast, my thumb circling her areola, her nipple, feeling it harden even more under my touch. I can feel the heat radiating from her body, the scent of her arousal filling the air, and I know that this is just the beginning of our passionate encounter.

Kathryn steps back up to the platform, a playful smile on her lips as she turns around and bends over, giving me a perfect view of her ass hugged by her panties. She looks back at me, her eyes filled with mischief, as she slowly pulls her panties to the side, exposing her shaved pussy, glistening with her arousal. She teases herself, running her fingers through her folds, her body shuddering with pleasure. She inserts two fingers into her pussy, her hips bucking back against her hand as she fucks herself slowly and deeply.

"Does that turn you on, Joe?" she asks, her voice breathless with desire. "Seeing me play with myself?" She smiles, a wicked glint in her eye, and removes her fingers from her pussy, bringing them to her mouth to suck them clean.

With that, she stands up, turns around, and hooks her fingers into the waistband of her panties, slowly pulling them down, revealing her perfect, shaved pussy, glistening with her arousal. She steps out of her panties, kicking them aside, and stands before me, completely naked except for her knee-high socks and her black headband.

Her body is a vision of perfection, her small, pert breasts with their pale pink nipples, her flat stomach, and her shaved pussy, glistening and ready for me. Her legs are toned and shapely, her ass perfect and round, begging to be spanked. I know I could take charge. That Kathryn will do whatever I ask. But when Kathryn steps off the platform, I decide to let her show me what she has planned next.