Oh, Baby, I am so excited about this. I've been thinking about this fantasy for days now … putting it all together in my head. I've even touched myself – a lot – as I worked out the details. So now I want you to sit back, get comfortable, close your eyes … and be with me. In fact, I think you should fix yourself a drink – one of your favorites – and sip it along with me while you listen. Make it real. Oh, Oh, this is gonna be great. There is this upscale burlesque house downtown. It's a really nice place. Classic oak and velvet decor. A great bar with top-shelf liquor and two of the cutest bartenders I've ever seen – one boy and one girl, and both way too hot for my own good. Sherry and Sammy. I know them well, and I know they'll take great care of you. That's why I suggested this place to you when we talked on the phone. I knew it would be perfect. I already had a room ready for us. I knew what time you'd be there, and I got there ten minutes later, just to let you get settled in. I also called ahead and talked to Janelle, a tall and beautiful redhead with amazing tits and an incredible smile. I knew she would be on there that night. I knew she would dance for you. I slipped in the front entrance, and told Jimmy, the doorman, to shush and let me watch. I saw you looking at her – at Janelle. You were sitting at one of their cute little cocktail tables, watching her. She was wearing lovely pale lavender lingerie. French cut, riding her hips, barely covering her pussy with this tiny fringe of lace, barely cupping her legendary tits with a curve of soft silk. You could see the dark circles of her nipples through the cloth, and as she swayed for you, as she let her fingertips slide over her bra, as she looked down at you from the stage, we could both see her nipples getting harder, second by second. She liked looking at you, and you liked looking at her. And my God, who wouldn't? I was still in the shadows by the front door. I could already feel my own nipples getting stiff and pushing against my dress. Fuck, this was going to be fun. I slipped out of the shadows and walked towards you. I was three steps in before you looked away from Janelle and found me with your eyes. At the same moment, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror behind the bar, so I got see what you were seeing. I was wearing my favorite evening dress: deep black, flowing silk, with just a hint of sparkles in it – like you were looking into the sky at night. There was a slit up one slide, from the hem that nearly brushed the floor, all the way up my long, long legs, almost to my waist. You could see the curve of my leg, dark and smooth under the silk stocking. It flickered and flared every time I moved. You could even catch a glimpse of my garter belt if you looked very hard. The bodice was very tight at my waist. It molded my tight tummy, embraced my breasts, stayed in place, just barely with the smallest loop of lace that went 'round my 5 neck. God, my breasts looked beautiful that night. So full and sweet, brown and smooth against the black of the gown, When they pulled away from each other there was a brown, luscious curve between them, a sweet canyon that almost shimmered in the low light of the bar. I couldn't help it. As I crossed the room, I let two of my fingers, with these lovely, manicured nails, painted dark and dangerous, trace a line from the hollow of my throat down and down between my tits. God, it felt so good. And it felt even better having you watch me... I crossed the room in seven more steps, slow and confident my on seven-inch black stilettos. I loved these shoes, I loved the way they showed off my legs. The only thing I liked more than putting on these exquisite fuck-me pumps was taking them off, when we were both ready, so in fact you could fuck me. But we were just getting started. You stood as I met you at the table – so sweet, such a gentlemen you are! – and you took my hand. For an instant, I thought you were going to kiss the palm, but we both knew that would have been too much. You just held it for a moment, your strong fingers trapping mine, as your other hand reached to the side and smoothly pulled back the chair. I took my time sitting down. I liked the feel of the slit skirt sliding down my thigh, showing you my leg. I didn't try to hide my smile as you looked down at my legs. In fact, I relished it. You asked me how I was, and I told you: perfect. Being here with you was exactly where I wanted to be; having you look at me that way was exactly what I wanted to feel. We didn't touch – not at first – but&