The Eighth Day BEFORE Xmas...Teaser 5

Well, slowly moving along with Lapdancing 06. Spent most of today like Sunday creating an image for a Holidays Greeting virtual card.  Once I'm finished, I may do a special one for all you fans (nudge nudge, wink wink).

Anyways, only had bits of moments here and there to work on the chapter, but at this point any progress is good.  So here you go, Teaser 5 of Lapdancing Girlfriend Ch. 06!

Jen tried to push such thoughts out of her mind as she soaped and cleaned herself off; however, her mind was less compliant, continuing to relive the experience. Her already primed libido caused her body to react to her memories, becoming once again aroused as her pulse began to pound and her breathing became shallower. The sensation of her soapy hands moving across her body sensually was no help.

Suddenly coming to her senses, Jen pushed her carnal thoughts from her mind. She needed to stay true to Dan! Although she may not be able to stop the debauchery brought upon her physically, she did not need to dwell upon what was happening and let it poison her mind. Instead Jen turned her thoughts to Dan, picturing him in her mind, remembering all the good times together and how all this was for them to be together once and for all.

Her thoughts brought a tremendous sense of longing, once again wishing she could see him, talk with him, and give herself freely to him.

These thoughts got her through her shower—even while douching to clean up after the FBI agent she maintained her concentration, body involuntarily reacting in arousal as the nozzle slide into her canal.

Jen cursed to herself for such a simple procedure triggering a sexual response. But she refused to dwell upon it, once more pushing such thoughts from her mind.

Finished cleaning, she stepped out of the shower, allowing the cool air to wash across her naked body, letting it dampen her desire as she finally toweled off.

Once dry, Jen sat down in front of her vanity, going through the familiar mechanical motions of applying make-up. Although she was not working at the club until after her tour, Jen still wanted to look her best. There was always a chance one of the girls might call in sick, and if she needed to be a replacement, she might as well be ready. And even though there was plenty of make-up at the club, she always felt odd leaving the house without it—particularly when her more expensive make-up was kept at home or in her purse. She may love all the girls at the club like sisters, but several of them were not the most trustworthy.

As her hands went through the familiar motions of applying make-up, Jen’s mind turned towards what to wear. Most of the girls wore club outfits for practice sessions even on their nights off, as it allowed them to get to know how the outfits moved when they danced, particularly shoes which were hazardous on stage if you were not familiar with them. Thinking about her new wardrobe, Jen realized she needed to ‘break in’ a lot of new clothes.

While she was like most women and flattered to have a completely new wardrobe, it once again reminded her how much her life had changed in only a week’s time.

Done with her make-up, Jen got up and opened her closet, looking through her new wardrobe. Her mind could barely come to grips at the magnitude of new clothing she now owned, thumbing through the hangers in her closet before turning and opening her overflowing dresser drawers. All the clothing had been neatly hung or folded as if she herself had put the clothes in their place, and she was momentarily bothered such a small yet private thing in her life had been performed by somebody else—yet one more aspect of her life she no longer controlled.