Rebecca enters.

Rebecca enters the dimly lit room and first notices Christy sitting at her makeup table still in her miniscule costume. Christy is just beginning to pull a brush through her auburn tresses.

As the Christina Aguilera CD grows silent between cuts, your date speaks up, "I heard a lot of noise in here." Rebecca still seems clearly groggy from too little sleep and too much booze. "What's going on?" she asks.

Christy's emerald eyes meet hers as she turns to face the girl standing just inside her bedroom door. The clear round lights surrounding Christy's makeup mirror highlight the red in her thick mane and make her green eyes twinkle mischievously.

"Your date was getting a little frisky," she white-lies with a toothy grin, "so I put him in his place." Christy flicks her head in your direction.

Rebecca has to turn halfway to her right to locate you. Her eyes widen when she sees you are sitting deep in the thick cushions of an armchair behind her, naked. You see her stare, almost mesmerized, at your still engorged length of cock-meat lying on your thigh. She hadn't seen it in her furtive fumbling under the table earlier.

You stare at Becky as she steps closer to you. Your next door neighbor never looked so scrumptious. She has shed her long, sky-blue gown and is standing before you in a silky camisole of the same color. Even though Christy has just recently released your pent-up passion, you can't help but feel your cock swell once again at the sight. As you take in her smooth bared legs and the points of her tities jutting against the soft smooth material, you see her watch as your cock twitches and flops on your thigh.

Christy gets up from the velvet cushioned seat at her vanity and casually saunters over to join Rebecca before you.

"Curious? Go ahead, touch it. He's quite harmless," you hear Christy tell her, almost like you're not there.

"Hey!" you say, not like being called harmless. You begin to get to your feet but cannot move.

Christy giggles as you first realize your feet are fastened to the armchair's feet as well. This leaves your thighs spread wide open and ready for inspection. She walks behind the chair.

"Sorry tiger, I had to make sure you wouldn't pounce so I took the liberty of securing your ankles while I was down there," Christy purrs into your ear as she leans over the back of your seat.

Rebecca steps cautiously up to you and gently grips your swollen cock. She examines your smooth, lean body as she does so. She's never seen more of you than when she'd spy you in your swim trunks in your backyard. As she gently hefts your manhood, she seems quite in awe as you study her face, although her eyes look glassy.

"It's so hot and hard!" she informs Christy. "Yet the skin's so soft!" she further remarks as she gently shucks the loose skin. "I'm surprised it doesn't burn me!"

'It's going to spit hot lava at you as well if you keep it up, Becky!' you think to yourself as you try to hold back an orgasm at the girl's sweet touch.

Fortunately, she releases your throbbing prick when she looks over your shoulder to examine your wrists.

She sees your wrists are entwined tightly together by Christy's g-string elastic. "He really is tied up. What were you two doing?" she asks as she stands beside Christy behind you, stroking the hair on your head absently.

Christy momentarily stumbles over her words as her hands slip to your chest. "I... err... Was putting on a performance and wanted a captive audience," she finally gets out, as she gives you a nipple twist, seeing Rebecca's attention was directed toward her.

"A performance?" Rebecca queries, then looks ahead of her and for the first time takes in the brass pole that runs from ceiling to floor and the colored lights flashing on the floor around it, like a stage. As your neighbor heads toward the improvised stage, you see her eyes have adjusted to the low light and she takes in the sparkly outfits in one half of Christy's closet as well as the trophies on her dresser.

"So you're a stripper then?" Rebecca innocently asks as she looks at a couple 8x10s of Christy in costume.

"I prefer 'exotic dancer'", smiles Christy softly as she strides over towards her visitor.

"I always wondered what it would be like..." Rebecca muses aloud as she swirls slowly around the gleaming pole. "To perform in front of men." Becky stares pointedly at you as she says this.