Like any guy, you're turned on by the idea of watching two girls together - but this is Monique de Fille. How many times are you likely to get the chance to see her in the flesh again? Not to mention that if she give Kelly a nice lap dance, that would be mind-blowing enough.
"We'd like to see Monique, please," you tell the hostess, slipping Kelly's money across to her. As an afterthought, you pull some cash from your wallet and slide it over as well. "Tell her we want her best show."
"I'll let her know!" she says brightly. "She'll be ready for you in five minutes. You can go on up in the meantime, it's the second door on the left. I hope you both enjoy yourselves!"
Kelly comes back with a pair of cocktails, and hands one to you. "I got you some sex-on-the-beach," she says. "Figured it was appropriate. So, what are we going to see?"
"Monique de Fille," you tell her as you both head up the stairs.
"Cool! She's, like, a professional porn star or something, right? Have you seen any of her movies?"
You have the full collection at home, actually. "One or two," you say nonchalantly.
Both of you go into the room, which turns out to be rather nice, with a king-sized bed in the middle, plenty of pillows and cushions around the walls, a large and comfortable elevated sofa for you and Kelly to sit on and take in the action, and appropriate mood lighting.
"Wow," Kelly says in appreciation. "Pretty classy."
She goes to sit on the sofa, and quaffs her drink down quickly. You go to sit next to her, and notice that she's shaking like a leaf! "Nervous?" you ask.
"Kind of," Kelly says. "I've never seen a show like this before. I don't really know what to expect."
"Don't worry about it," you say, taking her hand. "Just relax."
Back past the bed, the curtain rustles, and in walks Monique de Fille herself. You swallow a lump in your throat - you thought she was hot in the movies, but that's nothing compared to the reality.
Some pornstars have a gimmick - Monique's is her hair. Long, long brunette waves reach the back of her knees, or would if she didn't have it pulled over both shoulders to cover her breasts. Though you can't see them yet, you know from her movies that her breasts are magnificent - all-natural DD cups with large reddish nipples, firm and full, standing proudly out from a delightfully curved body. Her lips are full and always seem to be slightly moist and pouting. Her eyes are dark and smouldering. As she comes in, she swings her hair around, revealing a lacy white teddy that barely reveals the tops of her aureoles. Six-inch while heels complete her ensemble.
"Bon soir," she says with a seductive smile. "I'm very happy to be here for you." She sexes across the room and places her hands on the sofa, leaning forward very close to both you and Kelly. Her breasts seem to be straining to burst out of her top. "I always enjoy performing for a couple. Oh, but what are you both doing up there, you can't see anything. Come down, please." She takes your hand and Kelly's, and pulls you both down off the sofa to stand closer to the bed.
Soft saxophone music begins to play as Monique stretches herself over the silk sheets, then rolls onto her back and spreads her long legs open, stroking herself gently through the sheer fabric. It takes a major effort of will for you to glance over at Kelly to see her reaction to all this. She's staring as if hypnotized, and stroking her hand where Monique touched it. You wonder if Kelly normally has bi tendencies, or if this is just Monique's particular spell.
She smiles at Kelly, running a wet tongue over her own lips. "Do you like to watch me touch myself?" she asks.
Kelly doesn't seem to hear at first, but then she nods slowly.
"Mmm... it feels so good..." Monique reaches between her breasts with her other hand and pulls down a tiny zipper. Her large, full tits spring free, and she cups them in both hands, squeezing them together. She sits up and crawls up to Kelly, letting her get a full view of her fantastic tits. Kelly's face flushes red as Monique gyrates in front of her, only inches away, as if daring Kelly to make a move.
Then she suddenly twists around in front of you, and puts those tits you've admired from afar for so long right in your face. You ache to reach out and touch them, but of course that's against the rules in a place like this, so you fight your urges down.
Your willpower is pushed to the breaking point when Monique leans in close and blows gently in your ear. For the briefest moment, you feel her jutting tits brush against you - perhaps it was an accident, perhaps not.
With her lips close to your ear, Monique whispers to you. "Merci Beaucoup for the tip. I can give you a tres magnifique show tonight, mon cher. And for another hundred, we can forget that nasty no-touching rule. I know what you want. And I think Madamoiselle wants it too."
A hundred bucks to go all the way with Monique de Fille! That's a bargain at twice the price. The problem is, you've only got fifty left! Kelly might have the rest, but is this something you'd dare ask her for? You'd hate to ruin an evening like this if she freaks out about it... |