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between her legs at the hunger and intensity of his stare.
    "Wait!" She gasped, as an idea came to her mind. She wanted him in her badly, but as far as she was concerned he still owed her and it was time to collect on his little debt. She pressed the palms of her hands to his chest as he started to lower himself down to cover her body with his again.
    Frowning, Grant sat back up. "What's wrong?"
    Propping herself up on her elbows she smiled wickedly. "I think this time you owe me ."
    Raking a hand through his short dark hair Grant sighed. "What do you mean?"
    She clucked her tongue against the roof of her mouth and continued to grin. "Well, I recall not too long ago I went on a teeny, tiny little date to keep our little secret and you made me do a strip tease for you. Lifting her leg, she pressed her bare foot to his stomach and gently pushing him up off the bed, "Get to it, champ. It's time for my show."
    Sliding to his feet he crossed his arms over his chest and stared down at her. "Me? Give you a strip tease? Are you serious?"
    "Yeah. Tit for tat, Grant, - it’s your turn to pay up."
    "Oh, come on, Nik ," he started to lower himself back to the bed, but again she stopped him, her foot planted on his stomach. Grant groaned, "Nikki, come on." Her already short skirt slid up her thighs to reveal the thin slip of material covering her pussy, which was damp from her excitement.
    Looking down to his crotch, she was pleased to see his massive erection straining against the material of his pants. Unbuttoning her skirt she let the material fall away leaving her naked with the exception of the tiny white satin thong.
    "You know how to dance, you were supposed to take me dancing on our first date if I recall, so go on and show me a little something." When he didn't respond straight away, she pulled aside the thin wet strip of white satin from her pussy and began to stroke herself. "Come on, honey. You let me watch, I'll let you watch..." She cocked an eyebrow at him anxiously awaiting his reply.

 
    Chapter 3

    Nikki saw the heat intensify in his gaze, followed by a look of resignation crossing his features as he made his way over to the stereo across the room. "Alright, you win. Though I'm not guaranteeing the quality of this little dance," he grumbled.
    She'd seen male strippers once; she'd snuck into a bar for a special show presented by the bar that evening and had loved it. Excitement coursed through her at the thought of Grant being the one giving her the show this time. He had such a gorgeous body that if he hadn't chosen the career path that he had, he would have made a very popular stripper. She surprised herself upon realizing that the thought of him taunting and teasing other women – though, of course, knowing he was coming home to her afterwards - was surprisingly arousing.
    As he selected the music, an upbeat R&B number, she slid her panties down her hips and tossed them to the floor. Reclining back on one elbow, she watched him start to move in time with the music. She slipped a hand between her legs, parting the lips of her pussy to expose her throbbing clit.
    As Grant undid his belt, doing his best stripper imitation, she moaned and dipped two fingers into her dripping core. Grant's eyes watched intently as she finger-fucked herself; rubbing her clit with her thumb as she thrust her fingers in and out of her heated core. Waves of pleasure rushed over her, and she moaned, as she enjoyed the sensations.
    Next to be undone was the button to his pants. It flipped open with ease, along with the zipper. He slid his pants to the floor and kicked them off.
    His cock strained against the material of his boxer briefs, and the head of his cock peeked out from under the waistband, glistening with his pre-cum. It begged her to go to him and take that hard cock in her mouth.
    Nikki's hips bucked against her hand in time with his hip thrusts. Damn, she wanted him in her so badly she could scream. She wanted to tell him to stop