Teasing To Please

My mind reeling, I quickly come to the conclusion that spending a day with them won't be half bad after all. Moving a hand though my ginger locks, a smile at them as I fold my hands under my ample bosom, whihc makes it stand out even more thern they already did. Seeing my nipples keenly from the corner of my gaze, I bite my lower lip, before stating ourt loud before I can chicken out, "What would you do to get that I wonder? I mean, you're clearly taken by ne, right? You want to feal me "wrapped around you", right? Well, I'm not seeing any action... and it's making me rather bored."

The pair of young men before me shoot an intriued look before a young woman, her dirty blonde locks shifting casually as she gets up, lets out a exacerbated puff off air, walking around before them, giving me a look at her dark crismin halter and dark leggings, before declaring, "Don't get your hops up lads.. she's lickly just terasing to get something out of you... besides, you'll lickly not handle her even if you did get your filthy mits on her."

I bend my whole body in the centre, accenting my curves as I let out a breath to match hers, "Oh, I want them to prove it... Besides, who says I won't be willing to put out... with the right incentives, of course?" I puse, glancing away, doing my best to seem bold, even if I found mysaelf feeling rather a sense ofuneease and uncertantity growing with in me... "The question is, are they willing to put in the leg work? You know they can start by giving me a tour of the place... if they are not chicken, of course."

The young man, on my right, stands up dramatically, walking close to stand next to me, placing his left hand on the small of my back with a dry slap. I have to resit twiching, smiling at him as he declares, the voice the same as the man who had prevoiusaly made the stament I refered to, sates, "I'm williung to put in the legwork, but will you be willing to put in the hip work, hmm? I'm not so sure..."