KLEMPNER
"Nice to meet you, Mitch," I say to her. "Dance for me."
She slips off her shoes, then ignoring Conners, her eyes holding mine, she sways to the music, dancing for me.
The dress she wears seemed classically respectable when she was sitting and walking, but now that she dances, it falls open, slit to the thigh, displaying long, firm calves and thighs. Hips undulating and her body weaving with the slow, sensual music, she strokes herself, caresses herself....
I want to get between her thighs and bury myself in her. In the background, Frank mutters. "f**k me...."
Mitch slips hands behind her neck, raising her hair, then sits, backing up beside me, offering me the clasp of the halter. I unfasten it and the halter falls, exposing a slender waist and smooth, sculpted shoulders. The
