I played along

I groaned softly. “Fuck…”

Emily giggled quietly, and her pert boobs swayed alluringly. Still grinding against my jeans, she let a fingernail trace a line down the center of my chest, which caused all my hair to stand on end. Then, standing up and turning her back to me, she reached behind her back and unclipped her bra. Throwing it to the side, her hips kept moving to the beat, and I found my gaze torn between her assets as her body moved temptingly.

Tantalizingly she backed up and sat in my lap, steadying herself by holding onto my knees, and began twerking against my crotch. I moaned as electricity danced up my spine, and I had to fight to not cum there and then. Laughing, Emily arched her back.

“Don’t cum yet, bro,” she whispered, recognizing that I was close. “It’s only a lap dance.”

“You ever thought about a career as an exotic dancer?” I muttered, and she laughed. Turning around, she straddled the chair and positioned her chest right in front of my face, and as she undulated I couldn't help grabbing her ass; almost without thinking, Emily slapped my hands away and smirked.

The music started to come to an end, and as it did so Emily got off me and circled the chair, running a finger along my shoulders. Once again, the hairs on the back of my neck stood on end. Pausing behind me, I heard the sound of fabric brushing against skin as she teased her panties down her legs, and I jumped when I felt her drape them over my shoulder.

“How did I do?” she whispered seductively in my ear.

“Amazingly,” I replied, just as the song cut out.

“Don’t sound so surprised,” Emily laughed, gently massaging my shoulders. "I'm a talented gal."

I sighed blissfully and inspected her panties. “Looks like you enjoyed it just as much as me,” I said, touching the wet spot.

She turned my face to hers and kissed me passionately. “So what next?” she asked, glancing at my phone. “You’ve still got … 24 minutes.”