The striptease

I would be lying if I said that I was ****. A part of me simply wanted to do it for the kicks, the other part, the detective, wanted to learn what else the sly bastard was hiding. I fixed my makeup, added a bit of rouge and drove to Bradford’s place. At the ‘palace’ the host greeted me personally, handsome and charming as always.

“Good afternoon, detective,” he said with a bright smile, “I’m happy to see you again. I hope you had a productive day.”

“Good afternoon, Mr Bradford. Thank you, I had indeed,” I lied.

“Would you fancy a drink? Now that your shift is over,” he continued to charm me.

“With pleasure.”

Together we returned to the lounge, where the host personally prepared our drinks, they were large, tasty and strong. There even was pleasant subtle music playing in the background, it was quite fitting for a slow erotic dance; obviously that was not a coincindece. We made small talk for a while, Bradford turned out to be surprisingly talented at maintaining the conversation while at the same time avoiding the elephant in the room - the investigation and our ‘deal’. I admired his patience, but I continued to tease him with the sexy poses. When my glass was half-empty I picked up the topic.

“It might be time for me to fulfil my part of our earlier agreement. If I recall correctly you were eager to propose another deal and I wouldn’t want to hold you back.”

“Act at your own pace, detective.”

“Oh, I definitely will,” I replied while standing up.

I was genuinely excited, even though my behaviour was not exactly proper. Stripping and dancing were not activities usually performed by detectives, calling them unorthodox forensic methods would be a misuse. But I was not the one to decline mixing pleasure with business and our mutual manipulations were simply turning me on. Plus I was no longer on duty, so I could do whatever I wanted; at least that would be my official excuse.

I took one more sip of my drink and stood up. I turned my back to Bradford and began to sway my body to the rhythm. In leisurely motions I began to unbutton my blouse. I was certain that the host was ogling my legs, but craved to see my breasts, even covered by a bra; of course I planned to tease him a bit, after all that’s what a stripTEASE is about. Once the blouse was open I slipped it off my shoulders, but did not pull it down any further. I continued to dance and sway my booty to the sides. Eventually with really slow motions I took the blouse off and threw it onto the couch; I danced for a few more moments before finally turning around. Bradford’s eyes went up to my breasts immediately. I grabbed my boobs through the bra and jiggled them lightly, I could see the lust burning in the man’s eyes; my own lust was growing as well, but it was still under control. I made a few steps towards Bradford, so that our legs were almost touching. I continued to dance, but let go of my breasts and put my fingers under the band of the skirt; I swayed my hips to the sides for a moment. Finally I grabbed the zipper on the side of the skirt and in the slowest possible pace I began to open it. I was enjoying the sight of the lust building in Bradford’s eyes, but the teasing was turning me on as well; I reminded myself to stop the ‘game’ at the right moment, so that I could maintain my own horniness under control. Finally the skirt was unzipped, I pushed it down to my knees and let it fall to the floor.

I stepped out of the skirt and in between Bradford’s legs, I could now clearly see the large bulge in his pants. For some reason that made me more aware of how exposed I was. The host could now fully admire my body which was covered only by a white lace bra and a matching thong (not a lingerie set one would expect on a police detective on a workday). The tan pantyhose were thin and sheer, in current circumstances they made me feel even more naked. I knew I could stop it right there and Bradford would not complain, but I wanted to take it a bit further. I continued to dance in front of the host, I was slowly sliding my palms from my breasts to my thighs and back. Still moving to the rhythm I turned around, for a moment I swayed my body, then I bent forward. I remained in that position for a moment giving Bradford a good view of my ass. He remained patient and behaved properly; he did not try to touch me even once. I began to bend my knees and lower my booty, I stopped right as it touched the host’s crotch. I skimmed the bulge with my nylon covered ass and I knew that the cock twitched in response.

His penis was so close to my pussy! A part of me wanted to feel that cock inside, but I knew it would be a terrible idea; pleasant, but terrible nonetheless. I teased Bradford like that for a while, I made sure that our bodies were touching but only barely. To his credit his hands remained on his sides the entire time. Then, acting upon an impulse, I sat down on Bradford’s crotch. I could hear his startled groan and I had to admit that I was almost as surprised, apparently I was not controlling my horniness well enough. But since I put myself in that position I wanted to learn just how big his penis actually was. I grinded my ass into the man’s crotch and began to wiggle it. The cock seemed HUGE! I could sense it twitching and for a moment I wondered whether I could make him cum like that.

Then I suddenly got up. Not because I was afraid he would cum, but because my own horniness was getting beyond control; I could feel my pussy getting moist and that was too much. I straightened up, but managed to retain composure and make it all look like a part of the teasing. I swayed my body for a moment longer, then stepped forward and turned around. Bradford’s face was red and I caught a glimpse of a lustful dumbfounded expression before he regained composure. I stopped dancing.