AN: So this is a little raunchier per request of an anonymous horn dog. ;) Enjoy. Vote and comment.
Her dressing room was dimly lit, candles flickering at every corner. Her stage make up was all done, so she even lit some incense to de-stress before her big show. Smoke wafting in swirls around the room, seducing in scent. In the mirror, she could see herself lounging in her little loveseat, her nose buried in her script, going over lines once more in her mind. She was in her thin, silk robe that barely covered her pert ass. It had been a gift: from her lover. The softest pink shade hanging loosely on her body, so flimsy and delicate against her supple skin.
She put her script down, heart beating in her chest at the very thought of going on the stage in a matter of twenty minutes—at the most. Silently, she wondered if her lover would make an appearance before the show.
Just as she began fantasizing to keep from being nervous, there was a knock at the door. “Sweetheart?”
A sneaky smile spreading across her face. She thought, amused, to herself, think naughtily of the devilishly handsome and he shall appear. “Come in, dear.”
Lounging, her legs on display for his hungry eyes, he swallowed. “You aren’t in your costume,” he observed, a bottle of Champagne and two thin, crystal glasses in his hand.
“I’m not,” she confirmed, smirking behind the script she had picked back up upon him knocking on the door.
“Champagne?” he asked, the loud pop of the cork reverberating around the small room.
“Please.” She continued to hide behind her script, trying not to give anything away with the playful gaze she could feel burning at her irises.
He poured both of them a glass. “To opening night,” he toasted, handing her a glass over the script, his eyes gulping in her legs, wrongly thinking he was being discreet and she couldn’t see him all but drooling over smooth, sultry, touchable porcelain legs. They seemed to go on forever, and the only thing he wanted was to caress them before she went on…but she seemed so intense in reading her script.
She pulled her legs back so he could sit down on the loveseat. “Sit down, handsome.”
He sat down, thankful he didn’t have to stand there and just stare at her like he probably could have done all night. She propped her feet on his lap and he tried not to touch her.
He failed.
One more sip of the sparkly liquid and he had his hand lightly running up and down her leg in soothing, tender motions.
“I’m not wearing underwear, either, by the way,” she commented.
He nearly choked on his drink. “You’re not?” he blubbered.
She sunk the book to the floor, untying the ribbon at her waist and letting the robe fall around her. “Nope.”
A small, unnoticeable shudder racked through him. “Uh…”
She smirked, walking to the door. Purring, “Can you be silent for me? We can’t have anyone overhearing.” The click of the lock echoed in his ears and his jaw almost dropped when she let the robe fall to the floor right in front of the door. “Love?”
“Huh?”
She giggled, straddling his lap. “Can you be silent for me?” she repeated, batting her outrageously long lashes.
