Theatre de Amore : Opening Night

“Are you fucking kidding me?” I squealed. I didn’t wait for an answer before I threw my arms around Selena and squeezed her tight.

“Air,” she gasped.

I laughed and released her, taking a step back.

“Are you sure Billy approved this?” I asked.

“Absolutely. I’m taking the month off from performances, and he’s still working on the next play, so we decided to showcase some of the talents of our other cast members. If they’re willing. You’re willing, I take it?”

“Is it a play, or just the dancing?” I asked, linking my arm through hers and steering her out of the staff common room where she’d located me. “Oh! And what about an outfit? I mean, I have an outfit somewhere in my closet that’ll work, but if there’s time, maybe we can design something new? Who else is going to be performing? Who’s going to perform with me? Do I get to dance alone, or–”

“Jenny!” she interrupted, unable to repress an amused smile. “What do you want to do? That’s the point of the showcase. We want you all to put it together. Though Billy did mention maybe you’d approach it as a woman seducing the ruler of a kingdom, or something like that.”

“Oooohhhh,” I said, thinking.

Billy did seem to love his seduction plays, but that wasn’t for me if I was going to be running my own show. I cut my eyes toward Selena. “No, not a ruler. I mean, not a male ruler. I want to seduce a woman.” I stopped walking and turned my head toward her. “The raks sharqi isn’t actually meant as a seductive dance. That’s Western thinking.”

“The what-who?”

“Raks sharqi. What you call belly dancing. It’s actually a dance celebrating femininity, and all that jazz. But if I’m gonna seduce someone, I pick a woman.” I grinned. “Tell Billy for me. He’ll listen to you.”

“If that’s what you want to do, do that.”

I resumed walking, tugging Selena along with me down the hallway while I thought about this little proposition.

Billy usually arranged our theatre work, and I wondered how much control he was going to relinquish over this showcase. He was pretty serious about the performance stuff, because he was some big shot theatre guy. Or was. He retired a few years ago, but then he could afford to.

I also wondered how much his favorite ‘seduction of an important man’ work was really about himself and Selena. Wondering about Selena and Billy’s relationship was a hobby of mine. I couldn’t figure out their exact relationship, so I liked to make up random stories about it to amuse myself. Gossiping about Billy and Selena was sort of the staff past time, so it’s not like I was the only one.

My favorite rumor is the one where Billy supposedly kidnapped Selena from a nunnery. I could almost believe it. For a hot bitch who managed a sex club, she could be hilariously naïve sometimes. And she’d never even been with a woman! Be still, my sinister little heart. I had plans for that girl.

Whenever the nun story comes up, I like to think of her wearing a nun habit. Then I like to modify that picture in my imagination. Nuns had never been sexy to me until I heard that rumor. Now I was pretty sure I wouldn’t mind finding myself some religion.

Still, my personal theory, the one I bet on in the office pool, is that Selena is some kind of poor little rich girl that Billy met and rescued. I have a picture in my mind of her as a princess locked in an ivory tower, maybe by weirdly religious parents. It might explain why she doesn’t know anything about pop culture, but can quote ancient Greek philosophers on the fly. Weird girl. Weird in a hot way, that is. Remember the sexy librarian chick from The Mummy? Yeah, that kind of vibe.

We reached our destination and I threw open the door to our little dance and yoga studio. I pulled my thoughts away from Selena’s origins and went right into negotiations. By negotiations, I mean that I decided to beg a little. Yeah, well, pride is for sports teams.

“Can I dance twice? Once alone and once with a couple of the other girls? You know Pixie belly dances, and I’m pretty sure we can find at least one other person.” I bounced up on my toes. “Pretty please, Selena? Pretty, pretty please?”

I released her and took three graceful leaps toward the practice floor. I whirled back toward her, tipping my head slightly. She looked surprised. She knew I danced, but I’m betting she had no idea I could actually be graceful when I tried. I rolled my hips and winked at her.

“Not that I mind the idea of using the awesome power of my bod to seduce anyone,” I said, a sly note in my voice. I lifted my arms overhead and crossed them at the wrist. I caught her eyes and held them with my own while I twitched my hips slowly from side to side.

“Yes, fine,” she said faintly. “Two dances.”

I tipped my head back and let loose with a loud, joyful ululation, startling Selena into laughter. Getting Selena to laugh wasn’t easy. She a fucking inscrutable Sphinx, that one. Also, she usually doesn’t get jokes if they include pop culture references.

“You’re the best, bitch,” I said affectionately, and rolled my hips again. Her eyes narrowed slightly. Some people might have thought that look meant she was annoyed. I knew that’s just how she looked when she was thinking dirty thoughts. That, and I saw the hint of a blush on her cheeks.

“Start rehearsing, hussy,” she said, before turning and hurrying off down the hall. “And be at the staff meeting at five!” she yelled.

I laughed to myself. Selena can talk pretty matter-of-fact about fucking men, but throw a woman in the mix and she gets all flustered. I was pretty sure that I was going to need to up my seduction game, though. I knew she’d let a married man fuck her in front of his wife a couple of weeks ago. I’m pretty sure she’s thinking about popping her bi cherry, and I plan on being the lucky bitch that gets there first.

I turned my attention to picking the perfect music for my two dances and set a reminder on my phone for the staff meeting. With any luck, Johnny would be up for staying after and I could get some dick before dinner.

 

* * * * *

 

I cornered Pixie on her way to the meeting, and told her we’d be doing a dance together in a couple of weeks. With Pixie, you just tell her what you want her to do, and bless her little submissive heart, she does it.

“Do we get to wear wings?”

“No,” I told her firmly. “But we’ll get some sexy outfits put together and you can put your wings back on right after the show. Maybe Selena will let you do something with that on your own.” She was really into her whole fairy cosplay thing, and I get that. More power to her, but my part of the showcase did not involve fairy wings. Or woodland nymphs. Or whatever she was this week. I never really know with her since that’s not my scene.

She started to walk past me and I playfully slapped her ass. She giggled and flounced away.

“Would you stop sexually harassing the help?” Johnny asked, coming up behind me.

“You’re just jealous it wasn’t your ass.”

“Damn right!”

Johnny and I had become good friends since we both started working at the Club. I lived onsite while he kept a grungy little studio apartment in the city. I thought he was nuts. I may only have one little room to myself, but it’s practically free and the luxuries are pretty fucking spiffy. All right, I thought it would be fun if he were onsite more often, because one thing about Johnny is that he’s always up for almost anything. He is one good time pansexual hunk of man meat and I took advantage of it whenever the mood hit me, something he didn’t seem to mind at all.

“So what’s new around here this week?” he asked, scanning the other workers making their way down to the staff common room.

“I am about to put my plan to seduce Selena into action,” I said in a low, dramatic voice.

“Get the fuck out,” he answered, eyes lighting up with interest. “Selena doesn’t fuck the staff off-hours.”

“I’m not just staff,” I said, sounding completely reasonable. “I am her best girlfriend, and her willing seductress.” I smirked up at him. Fucking tall people. “She wants it. I know that hungry look when I see it on a woman.”

“Any room for me in this little seduction scenario?” He quirked a hopeful eyebrow at me.

“Selena doesn’t fuck staff off-hours,” I told him solemnly, then spoiled it by laughing at him.

“I could be her other best friend. I am exceedingly friendly.”

“No,” I said firmly. “This is my deal. Get your own seduction plan.” I considered. “Actually, I am going to file this under staff training. There, ‘fucking staff off-hours’ issue solved. She needs my help.” I gave him a look. “Besides, it’s not like you haven’t fucked her already. You had your interview with her AND you got to be in at least two plays with her already. Nope, it’s my turn, so keep your dick out of my way.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he muttered. “She’s just so…so…”

“So Selena.”

“Yeah.” He sighed and looked longingly down the hall, where Selena was greeting everyone trickling into the common room.

I knew how he felt. Selena has some whole aura around her that just makes people want her. She knew it, too, but it didn’t make her an unbearable snobby bitch. That was her other appeal. If I didn’t like Selena so much, I’d hate her guts, you know?

Johnny was looking a little letdown after being reminded Selena wasn’t available to him outside our normal work times. I stepped in closer and pressed my fingertips right above where his jeans were buttoned. The muscles in his lower belly jumped and he pulled his attention back to me.

“Got time to stay after?” I raised an eyebrow and smirked slightly. I certainly didn’t have any rules about fucking the other staff off-hours. Johnny and I had a good understanding between us, with no expectations of anything outside of an occasional good time.

He took my hand and brazenly placed it on his crotch.

“I always have time after,” he said, and returned my smirk. “You better be ready, because you know I’m going to be half-hard the whole damn meeting now.”

“Honestly, when are you not hard?”

We laughed and he released my hand. I took him by the arm and steered him down the hall, just as I had Selena earlier that day.

Yup, some days it was good to be me.

* * * * *

I was surprised at how much control Billy ended up giving us overall. He gave us a few pointers, then sent us on our way to plan and rehearse. I think Selena convinced him to stay out of our way unless we asked him directly for advice, because he had hovered for a while until she had leaned over to whisper in his ear.

I do have to admit he could be very helpful when the mood hit him. He held acting workshops for us at least two or three times a month, and they were the real deal. He didn’t do it to get in anyone’s pants, at least not that I’d heard about.

He didn’t tolerate actors flirting with him during rehearsals or the workshops at all even though some tried, hoping to increase their roles. Paris had decided that doing it outside of those times might work out for her. She had figured out that Billy went to the second floor pub for a drink every afternoon at three while no one was there. She started conveniently going down to clean, check inventory, and other little chores that put her in his way. The third day, he invited her to join him. After that, every afternoon, there she was, nursing a drink with Billy, getting her flirt on. She told me she spent a week chatting him up before she offered him a blowjob.

He took her up on the offer, and Paris didn’t waste a minute before she got on her knees right there in the empty second floor pub and blew him.

The next day when she started hinting about wanting a part in his next play, he told her she’d have to start coming to workshops and put some real effort into it, then she’d have to talk to Selena.

“But I thought you liked me,” she’d pouted. “I thought we were, you know, becoming close. And what are we going to tell Selena?”

“Jesus!” I interrupted. “You tried to blackmail Billy?”

“Only a little. It didn’t work anyway. He said Selena already knew about the blowjob because he told her about it.” She heaved a sigh and went on with the story

“And I thought you liked me,” he’d answered. “You weren’t very clear up front that you were trying to exchange favors. If you had been, I would have told you that no amount of sexual favors will get a person a part in one of my productions unless they can demonstrate they have actual acting ability. Maybe it would have saved you the effort, if that’s all this was about.” He’d given her a thorough look-over.

“Like he was looking right through me and knew every dirty secret I have,” Paris told me.

Then he’d wiped the disapproving look off his face and patted her on the arm.

“Come to some workshops, and we shall see if you show any promise. That’s a good girl.”

He’d walked off with his drink in hand and not even looked back at her. He didn’t invite her to have a drink with him again after that day, though.

“I guess they’re not a couple,” Paris said.

“They run a fucking sex club, moron,” I said. “If they are together, do you really think Selena is going to care if you gave him a blowjob?

Paris shrugged.

“I feel like your mom dropped you on your head when you were born.” If I were Selena, I would have fired Paris. Not for the blowjob. I mean, who cares about that? But trying to blackmail the owner? What a dumbass.

“You’re mean!”

“Which is still better than stupid. Maybe you should stick to blowjobs and try keeping your mouth shut the rest of the time?” I rolled my eyes.

“So do you think I should go to a workshop?” she asked me.

“Jesus,” I muttered, and walked off before I said anything else she might regret. I’m guessing Paris wasn’t hired for her brains. I wondered if I should warn Selena that Paris seemed to be shooting for her spot as Billy’s number one. Then I thought even if Selena can be naïve, she wasn’t stupid. If Billy had told her about the whole encounter, she probably had Paris’s number.

I stopped letting thoughts of Paris’s lame attempts to seduce our club’s owner distract me, and hit the dance studio to work on my solo routine.

On my fourth afternoon of practice, I had my entire routine put together and memorized. The dance would only be about three and a half minutes, only because I had a second dance to do with Pixie and I didn’t want to tire myself out right off.

Just as I finished my last full run through, I caught a glimpse of Selena leaning against the doorframe, watching me closely. I had no idea how long she’d been there.

“You aren’t planning to wear that are you?” she asked, trying not to smile. I’d asked her that question so many times I guess she thought it was time to get some revenge on me poking fun of her off-hours wardrobe.

I swept my hand in front of myself in a broad stroke, like a hostess on a game show presenting a grand prize.

“I’m overdressed compared to you. My sports bra and gym shorts have a lot more sex appeal than that potato sack you’re wearing.”

“There’s nothing wrong with my kaftan,” she said, trying to sound dignified, like she wasn’t wearing some big square boat sail that did nothing for her body.

I’ll be fair; her clothes were always high quality, even if they did belong to some eighty-year-old grandma from a Florida resort town. This particular one looked like it was made of silk. Disappointingly, it wasn’t see-through like some of her others.

“Pastel pink is such a terrible color on you. You need to throw that one away.” I cocked an eyebrow at her. Blunt is my middle name.

“I didn’t buy this one.”

“Whoever did must not like you very much.”

She laughed and moved into the room.

“I came to talk costumes.”

“Outfit,” I corrected absently. “Costumes are for Halloween.”

“Outfit then.”

“Don’t you have my measurements on file?” I swear she had a file for every damn thing.

“If I’m going to have Rosa make you something, I want current numbers.” She winced, then grinned at my answering squeal. I couldn’t decide between jumping up and down or crushing her in a bear hug, so I chose to bounce over like Tigger and squeeze her until she ‘eeped.’

“Deep pink would look great on me, oh, and sequins, lots of them, and don’t forget the jingly bits,” I said in a rush. “Let me show you my favorites.”

I didn’t give her a chance to say anything before I grabbed my tablet and opened up Pinterest. Selena made little humming sounds here and there, and reminded me that Rosa wasn’t going to have a lot of time to work, so we had to keep it fairly simple. Rosa didn’t work directly for the Club, but she did work for Billy and Selena.

“Then something like this,” I said, tapping a link for a video of one of my favorite dancers.

“Wow,” Selena said, her eyes growing wide. I’m not sure if she meant the dancer or the outfit, but her eyes were glued to the performance. “Can you do that?”

“Nope. This is international level competition. I’m definitely more of an advanced beginner in comparison.”

Selena gave a small shake of her head, like she was trying to clear it.

“I’ll get the measuring tape and some paper.”

“Wait.” I grabbed her upper arm. “Go change.”

“You hate my clothes that much?” There was definitely amusement in her eyes.

“No. I mean, yes, I do hate this particular outfit, but go put on some workout clothes. I’m going to give you a lesson.”

She blustered about it for a minute, but I just kept my puppy eyes on her until she ran out of steam.

“I only have clothes for yoga.” Lame last attempt, Selena.

“Then wear your yoga clothes. Now hurry up!” I pretended to chase her out of the studio, and she went, muttering loudly about not being sure who was in charge of the place. Still, if she hadn’t wanted to, she wouldn’t. Some of the other staff don’t get it and think she’s a pushover. I know you can only push Selena so far, and once she digs her heels in, that’s it. She doesn’t budge. You just had to know how to push her the way you wanted her to go without triggering her stubborn streak.

I did some stretches, keeping myself warmed up during the short time it took her to return.

It didn’t take her long to bounce back into the room, hair fixed in a messy bun and form-fitting yoga shorts jacking the temperature of the room up a few degrees for me. I tried not to be too obvious right away and did my best not to stare as she made her way over to me.

“What now?” she asked with a small shrug, sounding a little breathless.

“Now you learn to make men crawl across broken glass to worship at your feet.”

I instructed her on the proper pose as we stood side-by-side facing the large mirror. It was actually nice to find something Selena couldn’t do, and to be the one to teach her how to do it. If I played my cards right, it wouldn’t be the only thing I’d teach her today.

“I’m going to teach you a simple belly roll.” I moved to stand behind her. I got a little closer than necessary, and laid my palms flat on her belly, one above the other. “Keep those abs contracted,” I said. “Then we’re going to isolate the upper and lower abs. I want you to push out your upper abs.” I drummed the fingers of my left hand lightly, then felt the movement as she did what I instructed. “Now the lower.” The fingers of my right hand tapped against her lower abs. “Upper abs contract, then lower.” I repeated the tapping in sequence before flattening my hands against her belly again. “Okay, contract in, in, then push out, out.”

I kept my hands resting lightly against her as she complied, her belly rippling in slow motion. Her skin was soft and warm, and she smelled of orange blossoms. I didn’t know if it was perfume or soap.

“Keep your knees bent, always bent.” I pressed my knee into the back of hers, bringing my hip up against her tight little ass. “That’s it,” I said in a low, approving voice, and felt a slight shiver go through her. I grinned, my head hidden behind hers so that she couldn’t see my face in the mirror’s reflection. “Now keep up the motion, but smooth it out. Think about the way shallow water ripples when you drop a pebble in it.”

I ran her through a reversal of the movements, and kept her at it until she was able to move her abs at a decently quick pace in one smooth motion. I didn’t take my hands off her until I was ready to show her something else.

“Don’t lift your chest,” I reminded her, using the correction as an excuse to put my hand on her breastbone. The bottom of my hand rested on the upper slope of her sweet little titties. I let my other hand stray to her hip. “Now, keep those feet flat on the floor and knees bent, but shift your weight and pop your right hip out.” She obeyed. “Now shift it forward.”

I slid my hand to cup one side of her ass. Yup, she’d left her panties back in her room.

“Don’t squeeze your cheeks so hard, girly. Contract, but softly.” I felt her muscles shift under my hand. “Shift left. And back.”

I used my hands to continue guiding her. She didn’t object. This was looking promising. I took a minute to appreciate the feel of Selena’s body under my hands while she continued her moves. A look in the mirror showed me that she was intensely focused on what she was doing. Well, so was I. We were just focused on different things.

“You’re a relentless taskmaster,” she complained at the end of our session, patting her damp face dry with a towel. “That’s probably why I hired you in the first place.” She pursed her lips. “Well, that and your breasts.”

“What?” I asked, surprised. Leave it to Selena to be delicate and blunt at the same time. “I didn’t know you were such a fan of big boobs.”

She gave a nervous laugh. I love making Selena nervous, because it’s a pretty good sign that she’s also horny. The main trick now was to make sure she didn’t go search out Billy and get some relief.

“I need a shower,” she said. I could see her eyeing the door like she was thinking of running for it.

“You do reek,” I said, just to bait her. Her eyes widened and I laughed. “Oh fine, you smell like frickin’ angel farts or something. I do reek though. I was at this longer than you today. C’mon, let’s use the staff shower. Keep me company.”

The staff showers have a few individual stalls, and a small open area for multiple people to use at the same time. Selena jumped into a stall but didn’t pull the curtain closed, so I stayed in the open area across from her stall, where we could keep an eye on each other.

I started with warm water before switching to cool, watching Selena covertly from the corner of my eye. I mean, I didn’t want to be too obvious. There’s the “hey, let’s fuck” approach, and then there’s the slower seduction. Selena might bolt and run if I went too fast for her. And it was turning out to be a little bit of delicious fun. I was starting to feel like a panther stalking a mouse. A sleek, sexy mouse. Slow and steady, I reminded myself. I don’t want the mouse turning into a honey badger.

“Brrr,” Selena complained, drying off. “I made the water too cold.” She wrapped the oversized towel around herself and tossed me a clean towel as I shut off the spigot on my own shower.

Ah ha! Selena hated cold showers. The fact that she used cold water told me that maybe my hands-on dance lesson had the effect I was hoping for. I thought about asking if she wanted to go hang out in the sauna for a bit. Before I could say anything, she said, “I think I’m going to have a warm bath and do some reading.”

Oooooo, jackpot!

“Oh my god, you decadent bitch! Rub it in that you have the only whirlpool tub on this floor.” I tossed my towel over my shoulder, put a hand on my hip and pouted. “You could invite me over to have a soak, you know. My muscles are kinda sore from today.” I heard her tub could easily hold 2-3 people, so there was really no excuse for not saying yes. Except that Selena could be notoriously stingy about her private space. To be fair, she treated everyone’s private space with respect, whereas I just marched in wherever I wanted if the door was left unlocked.

I watched the indecisive look on her face.

“Pleeeeassseee?” I added sweetly.

I could see the moment she caved. It was the briefest flicker of acceptance on her face that told me I had gotten another step closer to my ultimate goal. Yes! Score!

Once you have Selena in motion, it’s important to keep her moving along and not give her too much time to think things over. I grabbed her hand and tugged her down the hall at a rapid pace.

We passed Lucas who was heading for the gym. He paused long enough to give us an appreciative look, but wisely kept his mouth shut. It’s not like everyone who works here hasn’t already seen everyone else naked. Half the time no one even looks twice at someone else running up and down the halls in their birthday suits.

I hustled Selena into her suite, locking the door behind us as soon as I pushed it shut. Not letting up, I kept herding her until we crossed the threshold into her bathroom. Then I froze.

You’d think all the times I’d been in Selena’s suite, I would have been nosy enough to check out all the nooks and crannies, but like I said, she was funny about privacy. Plus, she always kept this door shut, so I’d never thought much about it. There were rumors that she had a pretty sweet setup. You know, one of the employees had a friend who had a friend who worked for the contractor, that kind of thing.

The rumors were totally understated.

Bathroom wasn’t even the proper word. This chick had a full-out luxury spa hiding in her little space. There was a large, tinted picture window opposite the door, and the sunken tub was placed in front of it on an elevated platform, so you had to go up two steps to reach it. A few steps away, there was a beautifully tiled shower with a large showerhead on two of the walls, and a little stone seat along the third wall. The tiles were a blend of soft white, and light blue and green. It gave you the feeling of being in an ocean paradise.

There was a long vanity, with a sink at each end, and seating in the middle. Selena turned a knob and the lighting dropped into a soft, warm glow. The ocean at sunset, I thought, turning to look at her.

“You,” I said, saying each word carefully, “are so spoiled. It’s amazing!”

“I know.” She blushed, looking embarrassed. “Billy made it a birthday gift. He paid for it separate from the remodeling investment so Leslie couldn’t complain.” She cleared her throat quietly. “You wanted to use the tub, right?”

The ‘tub’ was a large, square pool in the floor, with seating on three sides. The inside looked like one solid piece of carved rock, giving it a natural appearance.

I could feel my mouth hanging open, and shut it. I was sure the dopey lovesick look was still on my face though. I was in love. With a bathroom.

“Do you want bubble bath?” Selena fiddled with some of the controls on a discreet panel on a half-wall next to the tub, and it began to fill. She indicated some bottles of colorful liquid sitting on the far edge of the tub.

“Yeah, sure,” I said weakly, torn between staring at the tub and looking out the window. It was nearly sunset, and Selena had a fantastic view.

She added a bit of liquid to the water pouring into the tub from a small stone ledge that came out of the wall, and twiddled with more control options. It was like bathing under a mini waterfall.

“I’ll set the jets on a medium-low. That’ll be nice for any sore muscles you have. Come on.” She carefully stepped down into the tub, moving away from the steps. She turned to watch as I made my way into the water. “Have a seat.”

I picked a seat opposite of Selena and watched the bubbles bloom across the water’s surface. The water was warm, the scent of the bubble bath just enough to tickle my nose without being too heavy. We sat quietly for a while, getting settled in.

“What scent is that?” I asked, watching as she leaned back with a little sigh. I should have told her no bubbles. They were blocking my entire view of her. I’d just cooch-checked my own play, dammit.

“Honeysuckle,” she replied, closing her eyes.

“I like how deep this tub is,” I said. “But if you don’t shut off the water soon, you’re going to drown me. Some of us can’t reach the top shelf at the grocery store, ya know.”

She grinned at me then, and moved to make some adjustments on the fancy panel.

“It’ll stop filling and circulate now. Like a fountain.”

“Good god.”

“Do me a favor and don’t mention this to the others.” She gave me her best pleading look.

“If you promise to let me use it once week,” I countered. She raised an eyebrow. “Twice a month?”

“Twice a month,” she said.

It sounded enough like agreement to me. I put out my hand and we shook on it. Taking advantage, I didn’t release her hand right away.

“Did Hartwell design this?” Hartwell was the guy who had helped Billy design the first floor, which was done in a theme drawn from the down and dirty disco era. It was the city back when glory holes, strip dive bars and seedy adult bookstores peppered the streets of Central Square. It was the complete opposite of the classy look of the second floor, which was mainly Selena and Billy’s work.

Selena choked on a laugh. “If Hartwell did it, the room would be full of neon lights, a disco ball, and a stripper pole in the middle!”

I let the tip of my index finger rub gently over the base of her palm and her laugh cut off. But she didn’t pull her hand away.

“If I had this in my room, I might not leave it for hours and hours.” My finger continued to stroke her skin and I let our joined hands sink into the water. She stared at me, her lips slightly parted. I laid my fingertip on the pulse in her wrist, feeling the rapid beat there. Yup, she knew I wasn’t talking about the tub anymore.

I could feel the wild electricity that flirting created building up around us. I like that feeling and I wanted more of it. It’d been a low, steady charge in the studio. Sitting here, naked in the water together, bubbles be damned, it was on the verge of a big flare up.

“Wash my back for me?” I asked, feeling a familiar twinge between my legs. I released Selena and stood slowly, the bubbles keeping everything below my waist hidden. I turned my back on Selena and waited.

The water splashed gently when she stood. Soon enough, her hands landed on my shoulders and began making lazy, soapy circles over them.

“Mmmm,” I murmured, enjoying the massage as she worked her way down my spine. She had fantastic hands and knew exactly how much pressure to use to make it feel good, stopping just short of becoming painful.

“Now who’s the decadent one?”

“Bitch, please,” I said. “We both know it’s still you.” I squealed when she gave my butt a light pinch in response. She gave a soft huff of a laugh, and stroked her palms over my generous ass cheeks, squeezing gently. My nipples were stiffening in anticipation. I resisted the urge to play with them, not wanting to get distracted from my ultimate goal. Still, I didn’t smother the soft groan she brought out of me. She’d once told me the sound of a person’s pleasure was a big turn on for her, the moans, the grunts, the slap of bodies coming together. What else had she said? The squelching of a cock burying itself in a juicy pussy, the growling of an impending orgasm. Fancy ass words, but they’d turned me on because when she talked like that, I could almost feel like it was happening to me right then.

“Here,” Selena said, reaching for a small pitcher sitting on the tub’s edge. She dipped it in the water and slowly poured it over my shoulders, using her free hand to wipe suds off my back. After repeating the process twice more, she seemed satisfied.

“Now you.” Was my voice a little huskier than normal? Maybe. I turned to her in time to catch her as she turned and presented her back to me. I wasn’t the only one with hard nipples at the moment. I grinned.

Reaching for her shower gel, I lathered my hands and ran them over her exactly as she had done for me. Not willing to quit where she had, I lifted her arms out straight from her body, and soaped them one at a time, running both hands along those long limbs.

Her arms were still out when I took the small step forward. Now my tits were pressed against her back and I slid my soapy hands up to cup her perfectly (dammit!) formed breasts. For a moment she tensed, and I thought she might pull away. Then her muscles relaxed and she molded her body back lightly against mine.

I squeezed her breasts gently, massaging the undersides, feeling the weight of them in my palms. The soap and moisture gave her skin a delicious silken feel. Selena made a small sound in her throat, and I pressed a kiss against the base of her neck. She sighed and tilted her head to the side. I took it as permission, and continued kissing her neck, working my way up, sucking the water off her skin as I went. I touched her pulse with my tongue, then used the tip to trace upwards until I came to her earlobe. I sucked it between my lips at the same time I used my thumb and index finger to pinch her nipples.

“Jenny,” she moaned, and tried to press her tits harder into my hands. I had her trapped against my body, and rolled her hard nipples between my fingers while I sucked at her earlobe. Her ass was pushing back against my belly, and I grinned around her earlobe before I released it to continue my work on her neck. Giving up my more gentle touch, I used my entire hand to squeeze her breasts firmly. I kneaded and worked them until I heard a small whimper from her. When I lifted my lips from her neck, she turned her head and I leaned in to capture her mouth with mine.

When I traced my tongue around her lips, and slipped it delicately into her mouth, she responded by sucking at it gently. Turned on by her response, I gave her tits one last rough squeeze before running my hands down over her rib cage to her hips. I spread my left hand over her belly, keeping her pressed back against me as I let my right hand wander down, floating over her neatly trimmed pubes. I kept my palm flat, and circled lightly over her mound, as if I were continuing to soap her body. I used three fingers to stroke her puffy outer lips and swallowed the frustrated groan she gave when she tried to move her hips against my hand. I kept her pinned in place as I slid one finger between her outer and inner lips. I resisted (barely!) the urge to dip my fingers in her slick well. It wasn’t time, not just yet. I continued to tease her with just the one finger tracing her lips, sliding back and forth between the inner and outer folds.

I finally broke the kiss, looking at her hungry expression with a smile.

I kept my eyes on her face as I finally slid two fingers into her hot, willing pussy. Her eyes closed and she shuddered lightly in pleasure.

“That’s it,” I whispered, my fingers buried as deep as I could get them, all the way to the third joint. I rotated my hand about forty-five degrees back and forth a couple of time, then pressed my thumb against her clit, rubbing it gently. Her hips ground against my hand, but she couldn’t get much traction with the way I had her pinned against me.

“I know you want to cum, but I think it’s time to get out and dry off,” I murmured in her ear. “Come on, babe.” I slid my fingers slowly out of her heat, and flicked the tip of my index finger over her swollen clit. I watched as she bit her bottom lip and released the breath she’d been holding. “Rinse off and let’s get out of here.”

I pulled away and splashed out of the tub, leaving her to follow my directions.

I rubbed myself dry quickly while she dipped down into the water up to her shoulders to get the soap rinsed off. I wasn’t thoroughly dry when she stepped out of the tub, but good enough. I raked my eyes over her from head to toe, taking in her eraser sized hard nipples, and swollen pussy lips. I smiled as I held open one of the bath towels and she stepped eagerly into it.

None too gently, I began rubbing her dry with the towel, and she held herself still so I could work. I didn’t want to give her time to think too much. Selena is in her own head too much anyway.

“Jenny, I don’t know–,”

“Hush,” I said, taking her hand and leading her out of the heavenly bathroom. She hushed. “Today is just for fun. No strings.”

When we arrived at the foot of her bed, I gave her a gentle shove that knocked her back onto the mattress.

“Climb in,” I said, and she began to scoot back until she reached the pillows. I clambered onto the bed on my knees, and prowled toward her like a lion stalking its dinner. She looked up at me, and I recognized the look on her face. She was horny as hell, her emerald cat eyes half-lidded as she looked back at me. I grinned in triumph, lifting one hand and splaying it over her firm left breast.

“I’m going to make you cum, Selena,” I informed her, just in case she still wasn’t sure how this was going to go down. “I’m going to lick and suck you until you scream, babe. You’re about to find out why women are always better at oral.” I narrowed my eyes at her. “Because we know what feels best, and how we like it done to us. If you’re lucky, I won’t ruin you on men for all time, but I’m gonna rock your world, bitch.”

Her lips were parted, half desire and half shock, I thought. I bent my elbows, bringing my mouth down on hers and just like that, I was on fire. One of her hands came up and cupped the back of my neck and the kiss turned deep, hot, and lusty. Our tongues battled briefly until I won supremacy and we kissed like two people who had been starved for touch for the last six months.

Her hand landed on top of the one I had over her breast, and she dug her fingers in until I squeezed and fondled her roughly. She moaned into my mouth when I brought my knee between her legs. She ground her pussy against my leg, and I could feel the damp heat of her on my skin. Wet, god she was wet.

I broke the kiss and knocked her hand away from mine. I slid down until my mouth was level with her delicious little C cups. Removing my hand, I leaned and sucked her nipple into my mouth.

“Jenny,” she moaned, and her hand dug into my hair.

My own nipples were brushing against her skin. I teased myself against her that way as I licked and sucked at her, and she squirmed beneath me, wanting more but not knowing what to ask for.

“Fuck!” I said, breaking off and sitting up. I sat back on my folded legs and cupped my big tits in my own hands, kneading them and teasing my nipples with my thumbs. God it felt good. Selena watched me for a moment, before she grabbed my wrists and pulled my hands away.

She replaced my hands with her own long fingered ones, pressing my tits together, weighing them in her palms, circling the nipples with the pad of her thumb. Her eyes were full of lust, and in a frenzy, I moved my leg a few inches back so I could slip two fingers into her slick tunnel. She gave a soft cry, and her hips flexed so that she was grinding herself against my hand.

“How long have you been this wet for me?” I demanded, pistoning my fingers between her lips rapidly.

“Since the studio,” she panted. “I’ve been wet since I stood in the door watching you dance.”

“You slut,” I said playfully. She grabbed my wrist and I inserted a third finger into her pussy. “You can’t wait to cum, can you? You’re close, I can tell.”

“Yes,” she said, squirming as I continued to use my fingers on her just like a cock.

“I was trying to take it slow, but I think I’m gonna be nice and get you off like this first.”