I’d trained Janice to be the perfect cocktease.
Weeks of preparation had all come down to this moment; her debut party, at the shining center of attention, everyone’s eyes upon her. Dancing and moving, seducing the entire room while focused on just one man. Brad the bartender with his soulful eyes, strong masculine arms and nine inch cock.
Janice went down on her knees with the grace of a consummate courtesan.
Her eyes sparkled as she looked up at Brad through her lashes. She smiled a vixens’ smile as she reached out for him, touched him. Her slim white hand on his hip, the red of her nails like a beacon. And her pink tongue crept out to lick her upper lip. Brad, poor guy, looked breathless.
This was the moment we’d all been waiting for.
“Go on, Janice. Show us how well you’ve learned all your lessons,” I purred. Her training had been my responsibility, and how well she performed now would reflect on my reputation. I was not worried. Janice was an excellent student, she’d learned all her lessons well.
With a toss of her hair, she reached for the button on his slacks. And then the zipper, with a small sound was pulled down. She tucked her hands around his hips and ass, pushing the slacks downward. I stepped behind Brad, to reach around his arms and chest to undo the buttons on his shirt, revealing his toned abs. Janice looked up, to see me looking past his shoulder at her. Such a sweetly intimate moment between Mistress and slut, one that I knew I’d treasure always.
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