The Twelfth Day BEFORE Xmas...Teaser 1

As mentioned yesterday, I am posting random excerpts from the current writing of Lapdancing 06 for those who wish a peek into what is in store for Diamond.  One thing to note is these are RANDOM excerpts (you can read the blog post on how I've chosen them below) so they may be chronologically out of order, as well as a small probability of them being repeat posts.

I've edited the HTML/CSS code of the site to allow for "hidden" text.  For those that wish to read the spoilers, simply click the button...for those that don't want to read them, resist the temptation to click the button!  (I'm reminded of that old Internet advertisement "smack/slap/click the monkey" to get people to click on it, hehehe.)

For those that read it, remember this is in ROUGH DRAFT form...I haven't re-read a lot of this, so there are undoubtedly typo's, mispellings, and whatnot. I DO value comments/criticisms; however, if you are going to post corrections or such, please make sure you do NOT post spoilers in the Comments section to be considerate to those wanting to wait.  You can e-mail me though here if you wish to help with the editing or offer suggestions for the chapter...which again, is appreciated!


So enough with the "fine print"...here is the first glimpse of Lapdancing Girlfriend Chapter 06 (click the Show/Hide Button below):

Seeing Jen’s face blush in embarrassment even further, Mary burst out laughing. “Oh my God! Did you get off?” she asked inquisitively.

Seeing Jen’s further reddening of not only her face but her entire body, Mary once more began laughing.

“Oh fuck, I HAVE to watch this movie when it’s released,” she laughed.

“Oh God,” Jen replied, covering her head in the palms of her hands, completely mortified. “I need to crawl into a hole somewhere and die,” she told both girls’ to their obvious amusement.

Continuing their teasing, Denise said, “Well, what did you expect? To make a porn movie and NOT have people watch it?” she laughed. “And if you can’t fuck in front of your friends, who can you fuck in front of,” she laughed.

“So when is it released?” Mary asked, looking at Jen intently.

Suddenly Jen remembered Mr. DeWight’s earlier request.

“Shit, Mr. DeWight wanted to screen it with me before it was released,” she told them. “I guess I need to go see what else I’ve gotten myself into,” she laughed with her friends, knowing she could only put off the inevitable for so long.

Mary looked at her and said, “Well, if it’s as hot as I’m sure it will be, you need to make sure that bastard doesn’t take advantage of you watching it like he did me,” she warned.

Immediately Denise became alert, asking what she meant. It was obvious from her expression she had not told Denise what had happened between her, Dan, and Mr. DeWight and Jen gave an apologetic look to Mary, who simply shrugged.

So while Mary talked to their blonde friend, Jen excused herself and made her way back to Mr. DeWight’s office.

Entering the manager’s office after knocking, Jen saw Mr. DeWight talking on the phone, closing the door behind her as he waved her in.

“I’ll be with you in a moment Diamond,” he told her while covering the receiver with his hand. “Make yourself comfortable,” he said as he turned his attention back to the telephone.

Jen walked into the office, the stiletto heels of her boots sinking into the plush carpeting as she sat down in one of the leather seats in front of Mr. DeWight’s desk.

“Sergey, I don’t give a shit what the fucking weather is like or how difficult some goddamn customs agent is, get it done,” he was saying.

Jen wondered if it were the same Sergey she had met at her debut party Friday evening, her body suddenly flushing in embarrassment as she recalled the man’s blatant touch upon her. Her mind flashed back to his hand sliding beneath her skirt, his rough palm moving across her ass to cup her crotch, and his pleased laugh as he realized she had been wet with desire.

Jen’s face warmed as she realize her body was becoming excited at the memory, her mind vividly recalling the Russian man’s touch.