Who: Becca Dubois, Dante Rafaelle What: A little seduction Where: Becca's room in The Mirage When: Wednesday, LATE, after work Rating: More than likely X Status: Incomplete
After the night at Sudore, she had made a pretty damned good amount of vouchers, and the peering eyes down her cleavage were so close, but not enough to scratch that itch. Grasping the key from between her bra and her breast, she lifted it out and unlocked the door, tossing the key down on the table as she walked in. Rubbing the back of her neck, her eyes widened and groaned, rolling her baby blues with a sneer to those painted red lips. "Well, FUCK. My coat. Ugh...and that was my favorite one, too. Ah well, I can get it tomorrow." Snapping her fingers, that same CD started playing, her Billie Holiday. Billie could always fix any little mess Becca could come up with. Plopping her heart-shaped ass on her bed, Becca's hands leaned back on the mattress and her shoulders raised against her jaw, her head tilting back to look to the ceiling.
"Well, looks like it's self-gratification tonight. This dry spell's fucking killing me." Letting her hands move from under her, she fell back on the bed and lifted her right leg, unzipping her boots while sliding her hands from her thigh down her calf, following the zipper as she twirled her ankle slowly. Humming along with the throaty singer, Becca's fingertips along her own skin gave her a slight shiver. Removing the boot from her foot, she dropped it, and without it hitting the floor, it moved over towards the closet, dropping into it's place. Her slender leg lowered, and she raised her left leg, doing the same with the other, though this time, her fingertips slid up her inner thigh before grasping the zipper again. Licking over her lips, her hips writhed as she unzipped her boot, doing the same with that one, and again, it found itself in her closet.
She pulled her thighs together, slipping them back and forth with one another while tilting her head to the right, biting her lower lip with a grin. Her hands slid down her hips and began to wriggle out of her skirt, unzipping the skirt at the hip. Standing up from the bed, her hips swayed back and forth while moving to the blues of Billie, letting the skirt drop as her arms raised, holding her hands and shifting her hip once like a bump, the skirt falling to the floor. Her laugh came out like a broken bell, and her slender fingers slid over the buttons of her shirt, walking towards her dresser. Dropping her shirt to the floor, the top drawer opened for her, and she pulled out a pair of white hip-huggers, cut high under her ass, nearly leaving nothing to the imagination. Slipping her legs into them, and unhooking her bra, she let it drop to the floor to add to the rest of the clothing on the floor, and smoothed her slim small hands over full breasts, letting her thumbs flick over her supple nipples, licking over her lips as she did so.
Letting her joy alone for the time being, she grabbed out a cut off white tank top and nearly jumped, hearing a knock on the door. Opening the bottom hem of her shirt and slipping it on over her head, she called out while straightening it out over her curvaceous form. "Comin'! Hold onto your cock, God! I'm comin'!" Stepping to her door, she peered out the peep hole of the door and blinked, seeing Dante standing outside her door. Unlatching it, she clicked the door handle and opened it with a winning smile. "When I said 'Hold on to your cock', little did I know it would be a handful of yours! Come on in, babe!" Walking away from the door, she began picking up her clothes off the floor, a couple of other articles moving on their own and into her laundry hamper.