1. Seduction Games


    Date: 10/21/2015, Categories: Seduction, Author: playsit, Rating: 17, Source: LushStories

    this might not be as easy as she thought and for a moment considered if he might be gay, but that thought just made the hunt more challenging. All afternoon, Bethany made sure he noticed her, but was subtle, like she'd done this hundreds of times. There is a fine line one has to observe while hunting prey. The ability to attract without making known intentions is a skill requiring both patience and thought. Three hours later they were making small-talk. She asked him to change the battery in her lapel mic and he replied "Okay. Give me a minute." Well it was a start anyway. After the battery was replaced, she asked him if he would help her hang the transmitter off the back of her jeans to get it out of her way. She momentarily retreated from the hunt and honestly just needed his help. It was then she felt that familiar feeling - that subconscious feeling a woman gets when she knows a man is having impure thoughts while watching her. He paused for a split second before hooking his finger through her back belt loop and pulled the tight jean material away from the small of her back. She somehow knew he was studying the curve of her ass, probably peering into the dark crevasse being revealed. This small, four-second slice of time was enough to send pulses from her brain to contract those wonderfully delicious muscles lying deep within. Without turning around, she simply said thank you while sashaying away with a hidden smile. *** Wednesday, the stage was buzzing with activity ...
    in preparation for the next day's dress rehearsal. Backgrounds were being hung and finished props were set in place while the muffled sound of the orchestra wafted through the back hallways. There is always a special air of excitement that builds from this day, and a handful of the cast was scattered about to take in the mood. Some in pairs talking quietly, and some sitting solo and visualizing their parts. Stage right, in the last row near the outside aisle, a pair of stocking-clad feet could be seen resting on a seat back. The slouching owner appeared to be deep in thought, perhaps foreseeing her role played out to perfection, or possibly just taking in the magical aura. A closer look revealed slender thighs that disappeared under a short green-plaid skirt, a form-fitted black cashmere sweater. An even closer look would expose dark emerald eyes with the concentrated glare of a lioness patiently studying a wildebeest planning her attack. She watched his slender body as he approached and almost allowed a smile for comfort sake, but sensed a difference in his voice and kept her expression straight. "Bethany, I know this is your night off, but could you give me a half-hour? I promise it won't take any longer. It would really help tomorrow go smoother if we could plan your transmitter pack placement on all your costumes." "Why Frederic, you can have all the time you need. Usually Sylvia helps me change though, so you may have to help out with some zippers and such if you don't ...
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