Clink glasses with Linda

Linda empties her glass to the bottom with several sips. Well, she surely is nervous, even if she doesn’t show that. And for some reason, it feels nice. Your Ice Queen has some kind of a heart.

Then she stands up and approaches you with a strange light in her eyes.

You try to predict her next actions. Will she make you lick her toes? Put her pantyhose on your head? Gag you?...

“Let’s dance” - she says, giving you her hand.

Now it’s your turn not to be ready. Dance? Like, two equals? Two girls on a date?

While these thoughts rush through your head, Linda turns on a nice song on her phone. A rock ballad… something familiar, you just can’t remember who the singer is…

“Honey, turn off your head. Just give me a dance”.

You could never say no to this woman.

You take her hand and stand up. That’s not what you expected… or even dreamed of. But it is happening anyway.

Linda puts her other hand on your waist, and you, after some hesitation, do the same with her waist.

Or should you have put your hand on her shoulder?... You have no idea. You never danced with a girl. Fucked, yes, but never danced.

“Relax, honey, everything is okay” - Linda whispers into your ear and holds you tighter.

Her warm breath and gentle touch on your waist really help. Why are you worrying at all? Everything is fine… and strange. Why does she act like that?

Linda reads your mind and whispers again into your ear.

“Your workday is over. Your job contract starts tomorrow morning. So for now you aren’t my mannequin… just my guest”.

That’s something new from Linda. You didn’t expect her to be like that. Or is it just wine that melted her ice armor?

Okay, at least one thing has melted for sure: your body. Because Linda’s soft-for-now hand is traveling across your waist and sometimes lays on your butt, her other hand is holding yours, her chest is pressing against your erected nipples…

You feel like you could just drain to the floor because of this tenderness.

And just one thing holds you standing. An urge. A wish.