He teased her nipples, making circles all around them without touching them, and then rubbing his flat palms lightly over them until they were so hard, they were stinging almost painfully. Some of the other people in the bar saw her performance and her audience grew as she started dancing. Her body was deliciously sore and sated, but she would definitely need a day or two to recover before she had sex again. Two weeks passed, two horrible lonely weeks in which Amy fell back into her pattern of Mozart and Jane Austin and chocolates. “Three years ago somebody date-raped my body,” she said. His friends arrived just as she finished another beer, and they joined them at the table. Yeah, like that… Fuck, you’re hotter than my mom down there, and let me tell you, me an’ my friends will all agree that my mom is hotter than a porn star. I want to… I have this fantasy. She got up and continued dancing, loving the stares she was receiving, and the hands that were caressing her ankles and legs. It felt so good, always felt so
