Give me control over your cock

Janice was a very special kind of girl.

She was slim and svelte and sweet; long arms and killer legs on top of a nice hourglass figure made Janice simply magnificent. I’d put a lot of effort into her, shaping and molding her into the perfect ten that she was. We’d worked together to get her eyebrows plucked just so, to plump her lips into cupid’s perfect bow. Her wardrobe was a work of art all on its own; put her in one of her ensembles and just, wow.

It was time for her to debut.

Her ‘coming out’ party, so to speak. I’d spent weeks planning it. I invited all my girlfriends over to meet my latest masterpiece. There were hors d’oeuvres and canapés to tempt the most jaded palate. I’d hired a bartender to serve us drinks. And of course, there was Janice.

She was the center of the party.

The reason we’d all gathered together: Janice. Sweet, sexy, sultry Janice. In her skin tight black dress, barely covering her pert round ass, she looked like the world’s most perfect fuck toy. Pouty red lips, delicately curled hair falling around her sweet face. She was grace personified in her high heeled shoes, the seam of her stockings placed just so. She flirted, she was witty and urbane. She was a hit.

So it was clearly time to showcase her other attributes.

I started a song on the stereo; ‘Army of Me’ by Bjork. Such a great rhythm, driving bass line and so full of woman power. Janice looked over at me for confirmation, and I smiled and nodded to her. It was time for my bird to fly, to dance, to seduce. Her hips moving to the beat, arms swaying and beckoning… Our bartender for the evening, hired especially for this moment, took his cue and stepped forward.