Dance for me, Ria.

I lifted my hand off Ria's young upper thigh. "So..." I reached for the remote control for the CD player which sat at the center of the dining room table, then pressed play. The room suddenly filled with low soulful seventies Mo-town. I grinned at a nervous Ria "Sorry. I don't have any Bollywood music."

"Thought so."

"I could put the radio on, instead. Sure we'd find Beyonce for you on one of the stations. Something more modern."

"No. I think I could dance to this."

"Good." I stood from my chair and turned it around so it was facing back into the room before sitting back down. "Right. Show me what you got, Ria."

Ria's chair screeched across the floor tiles before she stood up. She then strutted to the center of the room, where she stopped and turned to stared at me, looking a tad nervous as she combed a strand of glossy black glossy hair behind her ear. Her small chest was rising and falling, a sure sign she was battling her nerves.

She suddenly looked young and ****.

I watched as Ria began to move her hips to the rhythm of the music. But she looked stilted and didn't display her natural flow. "Relax, you're the most gorgeous girl that I have ever seen.

"It's just, I've never dance for anyone before."

"Ignore me, and dance like you would at one of those three day Indian weddings of yours." I said this because I remember wanking to a Facebook video of her dancing in a sari at a wedding the summer before. It was a most memorable memorable wank.

"I'm Muslim, not Hindu. Our weddings only last a day"

"Oh. Of course. Sorry."

"It's OK." Ria gushed. "It's impossible to be angry with you."

Ria still hadn't loosened up. Her joints looked as though they needed oiling. If she was to dance to her potential and strip for me, I needed to breed her confidence. "Ri, I think you're beautiful. And if I could, I'd marry you tonight."

"I don't believe you."

"I'ts true. I be proud of you. So proud, I'd be chuffed if would one day bare my name... and have my child."

Ria beamed at me, then, just like magic, her hips began to sway with the freedom pure confidence brings. Her shoulders and hips moved in time with every beat of the music. It was clear Ria suddenly believed in herself. She now felt the power of her sex appeal, as she began to seductively snake across the room, even gesturing for me to join her on the floor.

I didn't... I wanted to watch Ria put on a show. "You need to temp me, by showing me something i've never seen before."

Wearing a cheeky smile, Ria place her painted fingernail on her matching lipsticked lip. "Oh. I wonder what you could possibly mean by that?" But of course she knew exactly what I meant. Ria strutted towards me then spun on a dime, then bent over to touch her toes... pushing her arse into my face. Placing her hands on her toned outer thighs, she then moved her hands up to her slender hips, riding her dress over her ass, showing me her scarlet red laced panties. I went to grabbed her butt, but she spun away, waving her finger side to so. "Ah, ah... no touching Mr Naughty Boy."

"Then strip for me, girl."

"Patience."

Ria smiled and continued to dance, seductively displaying her youthful curves. But I could tell she was unsure how to lose her clothes without breaking her sexy flow. It suddenly occurred to me it will be difficult for her to strip while wearing a dress. I mean, if you think about it, she'd probably risk falling while pulling the dress over her head. "Ria. Come here."

"No. You come here and join me."

My voice took a sterner tone. "Just come here, now." Ria, as if listening to a parental order, did as she was told. I stood from my chair and met her half way. "Turn around." As she did. I found the zip on the back of her dress, and carefully drew it downwards. My eyes widened at the sight of the soft flawless coffee skin. I couldn't resist and kissed the back of her neck which smelt of sweet perfume. Each kiss caused Ria to groan softly. My arms then wrapped around her waist, and I felt her rest her hands on mine as we embraced, and rocked to the warm tones of Marvin Gaye's 'Let's Get It On'.

I pulled the zip right to the bottom. "Ria... let's get you out of dress."

Ria raised her slender brown arms into air as I lifted her dress over her head. She then bent over so she could come free of the garment which fell to the floor.

I thought Ria looked magnificent. Still in her heels. her scarlet laced underwear hid very little and presented her tanned slender frame in all it's glory. However, feeling **** once more Ria's natural instinct was to hide herself. But I ordered, "No. Stand proud. I want to see you."

She did so. Ria was clearly good at following orders. But what should I order her to do next?

1) Keep her dancing until she finishes the strip.

2) Head to the couch.