Chapter 05

Not just any woman could go from the elegant, pastel-toned office attire she wore during the day to the extremely tight, very short, low-cut, and very, very red dress that barely covered her now, all in one day. Not just any woman would look fantastic with her hair neatly pulled into a discreet bun or with curls cascading over her nearly bare shoulders. And certainly, only Kath, among all the women he knew, had aroused his desire when almost everything was hidden, and could make him even more interested, even more desperate, and filled with primitive, animalistic thoughts as she revealed herself.

Kath finished her drink and walked to the bar, leaving the glass on the counter but taking an ice cube from it and started to play with it as she headed towards Harry, her eyes fixed on him, clearly teasing him. Harry, not knowing where he found the courage for this, stared at her, placed his own glass on a corner table, and stood up as she approached, just a few inches away.

"You're..." He swallowed hard.

"Hot?" She questioned. "Come on, Harry. I want to hear you say I'm hot."

"Very," he said in one breath. "V-very hot." He moved even closer and dared to place his hands on her waist, but she gently pushed him away.

"Too bad I can't say the same about you in those clothes." She grimaced. "They hide too much! But... we'll change that soon." She said, taking his hand and leading him toward the bedroom they had used in the middle of the afternoon, after making it visible.

Inside the room, she removed his vest, then unbuttoned his shirt and let him take it off, but she didn't touch him at all, nor did she allow him to touch her. Both of them looked intensely at each other, and they could see the growing desire in each other, in their dilated pupils, in their heavy breathing, in their goosebumps. The sexual tension was immense, even though there was no physical contact, which was a new and both frightening and incredibly attractive experience for both of them.

"Now, yes... very hot!" She said, stepping away. "You can relax while I put on some music. You can take off your shoes if you think you'll be more comfortable, but it doesn't matter to me. You can sit on the couch or lie on the bed... it doesn't matter either. Wherever you think is best for watching me..." She turned and searched for his gaze. "DANCE for you."

"Okay," he swallowed hard, quickly getting rid of his shoes and socks. He chose the bed because he thought he would feel more comfortable there.

"This time, I'll let you look, of course," she said, approaching the pole. "And I won't tie your hands, for now, but I can do that if you can't control yourself, okay?"

"What do you mean?"

"You can't use your hands, Harry. You will ONLY watch me... without touching me and without touching YOURSELF, okay?" He nodded, even though he was already finding that task extremely difficult.

She smiled and began to move around the pole, casually at first, partly because the music was slow. Even so, that perfect body wrapped in a red ribbon-like dress, waiting to be unwrapped, was already a delightful sight. Her movements became more agile, with hair flips, squats with her back against the pole, legs spreading, causing the dress to rise even higher, legs and arms climbing the pole, her body spinning around it with grace. Kath closed her eyes and let herself be carried away by the music, caressed the pole, caressed her own legs, hips, chest, ran her body along the pole, swayed, running her hands through her hair.

If there were no rule, and Harry didn't want to please the dominant woman in front of him, he would certainly already have his hand inside his pants, taking care of his fully erect member. If he wasn't curious about how far Kath's seduction games would go or didn't care if she got irritated and perhaps didn't want to see him again, he would have gone to her by now and brought the girl to bed to have sex with her again, this time on his terms.

Harry might be shy and not have much experience, especially with games, which he was genuinely willing to learn, but he was a man, and he had had a girlfriend. He wasn't a virgin who didn't know how to touch and pleasure a woman! Within him, there was also a beast that life had taken care of suppressing, and this could be an opportunity to deal with it, to take it out of its cave, even though he still didn't know exactly how.

As the music became more upbeat, the same happened with Kath, who had reopened her eyes and watched Harry nervously fidgeting on the bed, running his fingers through his hair, adjusting his glasses, keeping his hands busy so he wouldn't do what she had forbidden him to do.

With the same sensuality, provocative look, and dominant attitude, Kath walked over to a dresser in front of the bed and climbed onto it, sitting cross-legged and placing her hands slightly behind her body. She smiled proudly at Harry, who couldn't return the smile but only let out a sigh, wiping the sweat from his forehead and running his hands over his pants.