Still progressing...

So this past weekend I spent a bit of time on Lapdancing 06.  I did not have as much time as I would have liked, but still wrote several pages (Word format) as well as edited the sections.

For the most part worked on some 3D graphics I needed to get done, so although I did progress, it wasn't as much as I liked.  I'm hoping this coming three-day Fourth of July weekend will give me a bit more time to move forward...it is at the point where I can see the light at the end of the tunnel, so even I want to get it done, LOL!

And since I'm so close, I thought I would give you a random page as a teaser, hehehe. Just remember, this is a RAW/ROUGH DRAFT:

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To her embarrassment, she realized she had not worn any underwear—not even a thong—and her body once again flushed red at Mr. DeWight’s smile, seeing her lack of anything else.

Jen tossed her outfit onto the lounge couch on the side of the office before sitting down. Although Mr. DeWight frowned at her crossing her legs, he did not say anything as she looked at him.

“Happy now?” she asked.

Mr. DeWight smiled, nodding as he said, “I hope in the future we do not need to repeat this conversation,” he said as Jen shrugged. “Good, so now we can get back to business,” he said, his eyes taking one more piercing gaze at her breasts before turning to his computer as Jen sat in front of his desk.

“So how was your practice today?” he asked, changing the subject abruptly.

Jen shrugged, her breasts slight jostle drawing Mr. DeWight’s attention again as she answered, “Well enough for us being so out of practice. The songs are all danceable, although the sets are slightly longer than what we’re used to, but I don’t think anybody will complain. We still need to practice all this week, but I’m sure by Friday we’ll have everything down pat,” she told him.

Mr. DeWight nodded in understanding, saying, “Just remember, you are the showcase of the sets. Kitten and Crystal can just shake their ass and tits in unison for all I care, but the main focus needs to be on you,” he told her as Jen nodded in understanding.

She may not be thrilled at Mr. DeWight’s expectation of her having sex during the party, but she decided she would cross that bridge when she came to it. There may still be a way out of it—even if it involved jacking off several guys. She decided she would try to minimalize anything she could, so would worry about it then.

“So I hope you didn’t overwork yourselves today. You only have a week, but I don’t need any of you unable to perform,” Mr. DeWight said, catching Jen’s attention once again.

Jen shrugged, saying, “We know how to pace ourselves,” she said matter-of-factly. “I may be a little sore in the shoulders or legs, but it’s a good pain,” she said.

Mr. DeWight stood up, surprising her when he moved around his desk and stepped behind her. She was startled when he put his hands on her shoulders, firmly squeezing her as he began massaging her.

Although Jen could not deny the deep squeezing of his fingers felt good to her overworked shoulders, it was inappropriate for a workplace as she said, “That’s ok, I’ll be fine,” she told him, even while her head leaned forward as her boss’ hands worked her muscles.

“No, no,” Mr. DeWight said. “I can’t have my star become too sore. In fact, here, this should help,” he said, surprising her as he stepped to his desk and opened a drawer.

Jen watched as Mr. DeWight pulled out a bottle and squeezed some clear gel on his hand, rubbing them together as he once again moved behind her.

“No, really, it’s alright,” Jen said in alarm.

Then her consternation completely vanished from her mind as Mr. DeWight’s hands once again began massaging her shoulders. Unlike before, the feeling of the oily mixture on his hands caused his fingers to glide across her skin, the feeling almost erotic. Also, she began to feel a gentle warming to her skin, realizing the gel was more than a lubricant.

Involuntarily she let out a low moan as Mr. DeWight’s hands moved over her shoulders and then down her upper arms, the combination of massage and warmth infusing her body causing her to relax.

She could not deny how unbelievably good her boss’ caresses felt, along with the combination of warming gel on her skin, so when Mr. DeWight’s hands finished massaging her arms and he asked her to lean forward, she meekly complied, placing her elbows on her knees as he began kneading the muscles of her back, his fingers pressing each vertebrae of her spine as she once again sighed contentedly.

Mr. DeWight’s hands seemed to work magic as she finally gave in fully to the massage. The man definitely knew what he was doing as Jen felt her entire back, shoulders, and arms loosen up like rubber. In fact, she became so absorbed into the sensations she actually moaned pitifully when Mr. DeWight’s hands left her back to briefly put more of the massaging gel or oil into his hands.

Again she moaned in contentment as his hands glided over her back, the oil immediately warming against her skin.

Jen was so wrapped up in her contentment she barely registered an emotion when Mr. DeWight’s hands slid around her side, cupping her breasts. Immediately the warming sensation of the gel spread across her chest, her nipples becoming like granite pebbles as they heated up with an intensity even more than just her bare skin.

A small part of Diamond’s mind knew she should not be sitting there, in her boss’ office, while he felt up her breasts; however, the majority of her brain was in a stupor, the warm, kneading sensations of Mr. DeWight’s hands over her chest was too wonderful a feeling to dispute.

Jen sighed again, more absorbed in the gentle and firm caresses on her body than she should be, but she could not help but accept the wonderful feelings.

Suddenly Mr. DeWight’s voice came to her ear, whispering, “Stand up dear, and lean your hands on the desk.”

Without so much as a thought, Jen stood up, obeying her boss’ direction without hesitation.