the Dance

"Yeah right, Derrick. Don't tease," Anastasia said coyly. "It's not nice." Although it had taken her a long time to learn to accept that such a comment was sincere, she was not rejecting it -- she was merely playing for more. This time, it didn't work.

"Who's teasing?", Derrick demanded. "If anyone here is a tease, it's you. You flirt with me shamelessly. You know you're attracted to me, yet you never do anything about it. I have half a mind to stop chasing you. In fact, just tell me that's what you want and I will."

Anastasia was shocked. First, by Derrick's quick change of tone, from flirtatious to indignant. Second, because Derrick had never been this forward -- this aggressive -- before. He had always been subtle in his advances. Today, something was different, and that difference was making Anastasia's heart beat a little faster, making her breathe a little quicker, and making her panties a little wetter. Damn it, Anastasia. What kind of trouble are you getting yourself into today?

Before she'd even recognized her own concern with the situation, she continued to play into it. With a slight pout, she cooed, "Please don't say that, Derrick. All women enjoy being chased and I'm no exception." (This was one of her favorite tactics to avoid this, or similar, types of accusation -- make it a universal principal for "all women," thus admitting the fact without accepting personal responsibility for the admission.)

Anastasia had hoped this statement would bring Derrick back to his usual, playful self. Anastasia, however, was wrong.

"Frankly, Anastasia, I'm not in the mood today to chase something I'll never catch."

Here, Anastasia had to make a decision. She could say, "Fine," and just drop the whole issue, ending the dance, or she could try to say something to get back in Derrick's good graces.

She desperately wanted to continue flirting with this man. She craved the attention he gave her. She was now warm, a bit lightheaded, and her pussy was drenched from the forcefulness with which he was treating her. Despite this, she knew what she must do. Although it took everything in her to do so, she cooly replied, "Fine. I've told you many times before that I'm taken. So, if you feel you can only play this game if you can 'win,' then I guess you'd better stop playing."

She looked him in the eye and immediately realized this was not what he had expected. He had thought he had her where he wanted and she was ready to give in, to let him "catch" her. It was Derrick's turn to be shocked. His bluff had been called and he found himself revealing the losing hand. Whether or not Anastasia was ready to be caught, he was not ready to end the chase. With a firm, but gentle, voice, Derrick said, "I apologize, Anastasia. I don't know what's come over me this morning. I've been looking forward to seeing you today very much, and I certainly didn't mean to ruin it. If I've mistaken your friendly charm for more than it is, I regret it deeply. Please forgive me."

"That's very sweet of you to say, Derrick. I wish I could say I had been looking forward to seeing you today as well, but I actually forgot about this meeting until I was on my way out of the house this morning." (A lie. She'd picked out the outfit she wore today a week ago to make sure it was clean and pressed. Although wearing the stockings had truly been an 'accident' of necessity, she admitted to herself it was an accident she did not regret and an accident that might not have been as accidental as she wanted herself to believe.) "As for my 'friendly charm,' I suppose I should apologize if I've lead you to believe it's more than just that, a little innocent flirting with someone I enjoy spending time with as a friend, but nothing more." (A big lie. She wanted this. The flirting. The sexual banter. The not-so-innocent 'innocent' casual touches here and there, on the shoulder or the back of the hand. Hell, she 'wanted' more than that. She 'wanted' some touching that was not innocent or casual, and the 'here and there' she had in mind was also something else entirely.) "In any case, of course you're forgiven. I don't think I could stay mad at you or ever want to stop our little oral exchanges." (True.)

Derrick couldn't resist. Back to his usual self, he grinned that beautiful, evil grin and retorted, "You know. I really had a different kind of oral exchange in mind."

"You're terrible," Anastasia smiled, barely feigning disgust for his impliedly crude comment. Meanwhile, the images of herself on her knees, sucking his thick cock, and him with his head between her legs, licking her sweet pussy, simultaneously flashed in her mind at the idea of an "oral exchange." She felt wonderful and knew this would be a good day.

The dance was still on, and oh how she loved to dance.