The show must go on.

As the still clothed Christy begins to extricate herself from her position straddling you and your still engorged cock, you mutter softly to yourself, "I bet you give a mean lap-dance."

The petite miss manages to hear you, now that the CD is playing a ballad. Her emerald eyes twinkling mere inches from your face, she husks, "I can give you the hottest lap-dance of your fucking life!"

On her knees between your legs on the overstuffed chair, facing you, she states, "there are only two rules. One, you can't touch me." She grasps both your wrists for emphasis. "Two, you must keep your willy outside of me!" Christy then grasps your lotion-slick shaft with both hands, firmly but gently. Her thin pink lips flash into a wide toothy grin as she awaits your answer.

It is quickly forthcoming. "Yes, yes, anything you say!" you gasp eagerly.

The lithe dancer jumps into a standing position on the floor before you. You hope your eagerness hasn't scared her off.

"I've heard that before!" she smiles, her sun-kissed cheeks dimpling.

You watch as she reaches under the miniscule gray pleats of her skirt to pull her bright vermilion thong down her long legs. After expertly extricating them from her clear stiletto heels, she heads back toward you.

You grin broadly as she gives you a peck on the cheek as she leans into you, wrapping her arms behind you.

Your smile disappears as you feel her quickly grab your wrists and bind them behind you with the thick elastic of her thong.

"Just a little insurance!" the auburn tressed minx chirps as she sees your stunned expression. "Now, sit back and enjoy!" Christy says as she pushes you back into the plush confines of the velour-covered armchair.

She glances away from you for a second as she picks up the long phallic remote for her pricey shelf system and starts "Dirrty" again. 'THE HOT MIX' flashes across the display screen as the disc engages. The music thumps all around you from the surround speakers as Christy redoes some of her stage routine two feet before you. She bumps and grinds for you, never losing eye contact as she uses the chair's wide armrests to prop her body on as she leans ever closer to you.

Your eyes widen as you get your first glimpse of her bared pussy. Her dark pussy fur has been shaved away, but for a downward pointing arrow an inch above her slit. You manage a smile, despite the lust building inside you for this sultry tease.

You can tell her performance, as well as your throbbing, drooling cock is getting to her too. Her dark nipples not only show through the translucent half tee that she still almost wears but the hard points threaten to tear through the flimsy material.

You discover you won't have to worry about the integrity of her shirt's material any longer. She whips it off over her head, soon followed by her beyond regulation Catholic schoolgirl tartan skirt.

You gape open-mouthed at Christy's incredible nude contours. Form does follow function as the sun-toasted brunette lets her hands draw your gaze all along her naked contours. You watch her heavy breathing bring the muscles of her torso to the surface, only to momentarily disappear as she takes another breath. She smirks as she swipes her right index finger through her sopping slit and leans over to press it against your lips.

Christy smiles back at you from her new position kneeling between your legs as she watches you lick your chops like a mad dog, hoping to get every drop.

You look down at her as she still maintains that mesmerizing eye contact, her heavy mascara making her eyes look very sleepy from this new angle. You watch as she massages your thighs as she works her way up your legs. You steel yourself from coming too soon when you feel her warm breath blowing the fine hair on your balls, then cooling the wet surface of your leaking cock-stalk.

As Christy rises once again to her feet, she allows her soft silky hair to drag across your prick, tickling the trembling hard-on.

For the first time, you lose eye contact as she straddles your waist once again. As you feel a guttural purr generate from the beauty, her mouth licking the shell of your ear, you look down her back to see your prick sticking out from between her split wide ass-cheeks. You once again fear you will lose your cum-load as she humps up and down, allowing your prick to slide along her sweaty slick ass-groove.

Christy backs off, sitting back and grabbing the bottle of lotion you had availed yourself of, splattering her chest with it.

You watch as she smiles, rubbing the gooey stuff into her B cup breasts, the tanned flesh sitting high and proud like overturned teacups. She then leans in to you and rubs passionately against your bare chest. Her nipples poke your tender skin, further stimulating you.

The talented miss backs up again, allowing your prick to pop up in front of her bared pussy. Her eyes meet yours again, now with an air of determination burning within them. She grabs your slippery cock-stalk and begins to rub the steely flesh against her protruding clit.

You both begin to howl and gasp as you climax together on Christy's armchair. The brunette's shucking fist aims the geysers of your pent up seed to splatter her chest. You hump up off the chair, imagining you were humping into Christy's nearby cunny, instead of her fist.

As you lay back, catching your breath, Christy still sits quietly as the music dies. She rubs your cream into her chest as well.

Christy has just slipped back into what there was of her clothes when the door opens.