I took a deep breath, shaking my brown hair and grinding my teeth. I was going to show who was in charge. I started walking toward her, but not just walking, did I? I threw my hip with every step I took until it stopped in front of me, I put my left leg just a little farther forward and it made her pull her knees farther apart. The woman passed her eyes on me again and lifted them up until they stared at me. I smiled and leaned forward, curling my hands on the couch, one on either side of her head. I approached until I could feel his breath. She smelled of whiskey and cinnamon. I wiggled my hip a little and my thigh touched hers and the woman opened her mouth a little, as if she had been taken by the aura of pleasure that we have built since my presentation. I smiled and got back on my feet, ran my hands over my hip and my waist as I began to move slowly, slowly. Letting her taste every precise movement of my hips. She looked at me, not missing anything at all. I began to increase the movement by placing my hands in my hair and throwing my head back in a low laugh. The woman moved, loosening her tie and moving on the couch. I turned around and purposefully poked my ass and then I touched it. I placed both of my hands on each of her knees. I went down to the floor, then straightened as I rocked my hip. I did this three times, before she opened my legs more and encouraged me to come in more. And of course I did. But this time when I came down, my ass found her lap. I shrugged and heard a low moan. It came out like a grunt, a growl that my whole body shivered and automatically tucked my hip into his lap. I watched as his hand tightened on the couch and his nail-free nails sank into the stew. I would die today. Assurance. I licked my lips and continued to move, stretching my spine and tossing my hair more and more seductively.