CAT
DANCING
"A man who needs to beat a woman to become aroused...that
controls him. If you offered him a night with the most
beautiful woman in the world...straight stuff, plain vanilla...
he'd pass it up for the chance to whip any ugly old beast."
Andrew Vachss DOWN IN THE ZERO
RECORD
April was close, I knew it. The arched back, the little
gasps, the quick shutter; she had a minute, if that.
I wasn't wrong.
I'm never wrong.
"Christ, what the hell did you make me do?" she asked
as we cuddled on the couch ten minutes later.
It was late, but I figure I owe them at least this much.
"It was like your eyes were burrowing into me," she continued.
"Like you were 'willing' me on."
"I try, I try," I said and we both laughed.
'Oh babe, if you only knew how many eyes,' I said to myself.
"I never, ever, did that for anybody. Ever!" she added
and cuddled closer.
How many had sat on this couch and confessed this to David
Letterman and me? How they had never masturbated in front
of anybody before. How shocked they were that they could
be talked into it.
Christ, that was the easy part, I thought.
Finding them, choosing, now that was the real test.
PAUSE
It was the second time that week that I saw her at Joe's
. This time I was sure she was staring at me. It never happened
like this! I'm a decent looking guy, get my share, but a
chick THAT hot never scopes the likes of me in a bar. But
Christ, she was practically raping me with her eyes...and
what perfect eyes they were. Light blue with just the right
amount of eye liner; I hate it when they look trashy. Hair
was just a bit spritzed, thank God, not really teased. She
had nice clothes, neat, not real expensive; a silk blouse
over jeans, nothing tight or revealing. Made me want to
guess about her body and I like to guess; compare in my
head how right I am later. She had decent legs, could have
been longer but from what I could spy her full chest made
up for it. Most of all though, it was her mouth; real small
and tight. When she smiled the full lower lip lifted on
the right side.
Man would I ever love to be inside those, I thought staring
back.
I finished my beer, put on my best 'I'm-really-a-nice-guy'
face and walked on over.
"Forgive me for staring," she purred when I reached her
table. "But I really can't help myself."
"Do tell babe," I said, we laughed and I sat down across
the high round table from her.
We had very little convo. I didn't have to lay on my usual
'I'm-really-interested-in-your-stupid-job-and-life' bullshit.
She wanted me, pure and simple. Christ, she invited herself
back to my condo! I didn't have to do shit! We just left
the bar-didn't even finish our drinks-and she followed in
her blood red Datsun; I dug that...at least at the time
I did!
As we drove I hoped I had put a new tape in the camera!
ZOOM
"How do you want me?" she asked, standing and unbuttoning
her shirt.
This was too good to be true!
She had suggested it, she wanted to "do the dance" (I
referred to it as the "Cat Dance", or pussy moving...I swear
some of the shit I come up with!).
I made up my mind, right then and there, that I might
even have this girl back!
"Lay across my lap," I blurted. Fuck man, she asked.
I always wanted one that way; the ass nice and high for
the camera. I never dared ask before. Convincing them was
tough enough; can't push your luck when you get them this
far into the game.
But she asked...
She had her shirt off in seconds and her bra fell to reveal
the perfect breasts I knew would be there (firm 36D's if
I wasn't mistaken, which I never am). Her nipples were a
little small, but I could live with it.
She then dropped her pants to reveal no underwear and
a nice trim blonde mound.
"Okay?" she asked, taking two steps to me and then bending
over my lap !
Spreading her thighs just a whisper, she shifted her tiny
butt to make herself comfortable. She could have kept moving
as long as she wanted to; I loved the sight of her tight
white cheeks bouncing over my knees.
"Talk to me baby," she said, her head bent to my sneakers.
She began circling her hips just a bit as I felt her weight
increase.
Jesus Christ , this one I was definitely having back,
I thought as I watched her little ass circle.
Next time, I might even buy some high quality tape, I
thought.
"Um..." I started; talking to them while they strum wasn't
my usual routine, but hey, I could roll with anything.
"Just take your time honey, nice and slow, but keep it
coming for me," I said, winging it.
"Come on Mark," she said, rubbing her warm mound against
my knees. "You can do better then that. Don't you have this
scripted?"
"Huh?" was all I could manage. A weird feeling was starting
in my belly.
"Come on," she teased, stopping her grind.
She quickly got off my lap and just as quickly sat back
down, straddling me. Nice visual for the camera: her bare
legs to either side of mine; her tits pushed nearly to my
face; hair flowing down her freckled back, too bad I was
only getting it from the side though.
"Baby, the director should know the action, as well as
the script," she soflty scolded, smiling.
I suddenly wasn't so attracted to her full lips.
"What are you talking about?" I shot back.
She couldn't know about my camera?! Nah, the thing was
well hidden; she was just talking, I thought and quickly
calmed myself.
"Honey," she teased, leaning in to kiss my neck softly.
"I can't get into any of this if I don't know the script.
I got to have my motivation."
What the fuck! I shouted in my head. Was this just part
of her tease? Every girl has an action, I've seen it, I've
heard it. You get them heated up and they'll say or do just
about anything. It's like a game, a scene. Was this babe
just playing her scene with me, or did she know? Maybe she
suspected. I mean, it would take very little brains to figure
it out. The bright lights were on, the fluffy chair was
dead center of the room...
I tried to clear my head but she bent to kiss my neck
again so I lost concentration.
"Mark honey," she said, removing her face from my neck.
"If you want the best you have to provide me with a good
script."
"You have to have action and dialogue."
"I, I..." I tried.
My friends always said that the real incredible pussy
is nuts!
She was fine, really fine, but last thing I needed was
any bitch on to me no matter how fine! I tried to get up
then, but I couldn't move the girl straddling me.
"You don't want me to leave until we get this right,"
she said sternly, but still smiling. "I'll talk you through
it this one time."
She stood and I blessed the blood once again pouring through
my legs, and then she lay back across my lap. The sight
of her tight white ass, her blonde hair splayed across her
back and neck...maybe I was just overreacting, I thought.
"Mark," she suddenly said, looking quickly over her shoulder.
"Pay attention."
"Tell me about my ass," she continued, once again moving
her pelvis in little circles.
"Look, I really don't know what you want," I said, trying
to move my legs a bit.
God knows, I really liked her ass. God knows, the camera
was getting some great stuff here, but this was just a bit
too weird. She was getting a little too demanding and I
didn't like anybody knowing my secrets.
"Baby," she moaned, her head down, her eyes to the floor
once again. "I want the same thing from you that you want
from me."
"Look, I don't..." I tried.
Did she really know about the camera, or was I just being
paranoid?
"Come on, honey. Tell me how my ass looks," she said,
her voice a bit lower now, her hot crotch really moving.
I could tell she was climbing the mountain. She was still
at the bottom, but she was starting to get good and heated-up.
Her scent was starting to fill my little living room and
I could feel just a small puddle of heat on my knees.
"Mark, tell me," she implored and suddenly I felt her
weight on me really increase. She was as heavy as she had
been when she had been straddling me! My legs suddenly went
numb and I tried to move out from under her but found I
couldn't. It was a searing quick full press as if my legs
were caught in a vice!
"Please Marky," she teased, in a child's high voice.
She was fucking hurting me, man! It was as if someone
was adding bricks to her butt! I broke out in a high sweat
as my legs began to flame.
"Marky," she cooed and I knew, more then I have ever known
anything in my life, that she was doing this. The fucking
bitch was going to break my legs if I didn't speak to her!
"Your ass looks great," I managed through a deep exhale.
"Really fine. Really great."
Go along with it, I thought. Anything to stop this!
"That's good baby," she said. "Tell me more. Tell me more."
The pressure on my lap decreased just the slightest bit
as she began to rub herself even quicker across my knees.
"Just move for me nice and slow," I said.
My subconcious would see me through this, while I tried
to block out the pain. Truth is, she really DID look fine;
slightly arched back, cascading honey hair, tight downy
cheeks quivering just the slightest bit.
"Ah Mark, more. Fucking More!" she moaned deep.
The tension on my lap nearly all but subsided as she really
heated-up...or as I gave her what she wanted. I thought
of getting up real quick and kicking her out the door, but
I didn't want to see if she had any other weird tricks up
her sleeve.
God knows what she was capable of if she got really mad,
I thought.
She was bellowing her legs, nice and strong, Christ, if
she's not close, I am, I thought!
"Here I come," she screamed.
Her ass pressed flat to my knees, a sturdy normal weight
then. She grabbed the underside of my thigh for support
as my erection nearly burst from my pants! My jeans moved
with her, the rubbing creating a wild friction for me.
Mouth, hand, whatever, I can get off anywhere if the friction
is right.
It was right.
"Do it for me now," I barked. I fucked my pants, she screamed,
and then we both lay limp.
REWIND
It's been a month. Julia has moved in. I didn't really
ask her to, but she did anyway. We've kept right on with
my filming, though it doesn't really feel like my idea anymore.
I told her I'd like to take her out some, show her off to
my buddies, but she says all the 'showing off' she wants
to do is for my camera. In fact, I can't remember the last
time we went out, really, either her or me! Julia made me
quit my job. She says she has enough money for the both
of us, which she seems to have since she pays the rent now
and for all the delivered groceries.
Hell, I guess I can't complain.
All I know is that I have a willing and attractive accomplice
that shares my need for video. And I also know I haven't
once felt that weight trick again. I don't want to know
how Julia did it, or if she can do it again (I'm sure she
can); I've seen a few plates spin in the kitchen when I've
snuck up on her and kissed her neck, or the steam in the
shower grow a little green around the edges at times, but
I'm asking no questions.
Hell, where would I be if she wasn't here?
It really is tough finding them.
Bio: Ralph Greco, Jr is an internationally published author
of cross-genre erotica, essays, plays and an Ascap licensed
sonwgwriter.
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