One the Third Day BEFORE Xmas...Teaser 10

So yesterday was a 3D Graphics day.  I pretty much immersed myself into that as every time I tried to touch Lapdancing 06 I just could not get my mind into it.  Although I did write a little, it was not much to take note, instead tweaking my latest 3D Xmas image.

I did have a couple comments from people somewhat miffed I have held off writing in Annie Babysits the Kids 08 and other chapters.  As I told them, unfortunately Lapdancing Girlfriend as had the biggest following in terms of feedback and input, so that is where my focus has been.  I have not given up on Annie, but I have over a half-dozen works in progress and I need to clean the plate a bit before then--and that has been Lapdancing Girlfriend.  That story has a set ending, and although my other works are suffering, in the long run it will allow me to devote more attention towards the next series I write...

So here's the next teaser of Lapdancing Girlfriend Chapter 06:

Unfortunately her diversionary tactics did not last long when she remembered her entire house was under surveillance--not only by the FBI, but Mr. DeWight as well—leading to her imagination roaming wild, knowing she was on display to whomever was watching.

The knowledge of being watched as she moved around her house naked fed into her exhibitionistic side, and she treated it like working at the club. Her steps were more pronounced, her movements more fluid, wanting show whomever was watching that even in ‘private’ she was sexy and desirable.

Once the house was cleaned—taking less time than she wanted due to her having been gone for a week—she spent time looking through her closet and drawers, now full of new clothes.

Her first impression was amazement, all the clothing was high quality, her recognizing several designer names. She had a small fortune in new clothing, even though she recalled Tim’s comment on how most—if not all—of the clothing had probably been provided without cost, it was a gold mine in apparel.

Similar to the clothes provided at the hotel, all the items were obviously selected to maximize her curves and reveal her body. Being a stripper for so many years she had accumulated what she believed to be a large volume of ‘slutty’ clothes; however, now her entire wardrobe consisted of such, and she was once again amazed at the number of skimpy and sexy outfits provided to her.

Jen was also ashamed to admit she actually liked the selections of clothing, even knowing every item had been picked to show off her body to maximum appeal. Grudgingly she again admitted as bad as Mr. DeWight was morally, he definitely could pick out clothing to maximize a woman’s beauty.

She was somewhat saddened at the loss of some of her previous clothing items, many of the outfits picked by Dan, and her thoughts again turned to him, her thoughts of him like a lifeline anchoring her to sanity within her new life. There were a few items of clothing not removed—most being club outfits—and that small token of her past comforted her until she realized they remained because they were in line with Mr. DeWight’s image of her, remaining only because they showed her off.

Her new wardrobe was so extensive it was not until late in the evening when she took a break, making dinner—still practically naked due to her body’s continued arousal—before returning again to looking through her new clothing line.

Sifting through the new outfits was the best diversion she had from thinking about her body’s continued state of yearning, as what woman could pass up admiring new clothes and shoes given to her, even if they were intended to display and advertise her body.

Finally she decided to go to bed in the hopes sleep would once and for all calm her body’s desires.

Unfortunately she was wrong, as the constraints she had placed upon her subconscious when awake were completely removed in her sleep. Her dreams became filled with sexual imagery as the past week’s events once again played throughout her mind along with completely new and different scenarios where her body was used and degraded over and over.

In a half-sleep, half-awake mode, Jen’s body was on fire, heated by a sexual desire she could barely control awake; in her sleep unbridled lust ran rampant through her body like fever. She was vaguely aware waking up in the middle of the night feeling completely constrained and bound by her normal sleeping attire, quickly stripping off her lace chemise and boyshorts as well as throwing off her covers, keeping only a thin sheet upon her before forcing herself back to sleep, her mind sinking into unconsciousness and once again flooded by a morass of sexual perversion.