The entire limo ride home I was soaking wet, and throbbing, my whole body was excited, quivering, ever muscle twitching. I tried to keep my knees together, but his hands were so warm, and the skin so surprisingly soft and supple. I could barely breathe as his finger would drift on my inner thigh. Slight squeezing near my knee, gliding gently down my leg, I was biting my lip. The limo made two stops on the way back to our building. At the first his manager got out. At the second the rest of the entourage departed. The last ten minutes we were alone in the back of the limo. The moment the door closed, as the last of his friends said their goodbyes at the train station, his one hand slide between my thighs, and found my sopping wet cunt swollen and hot and ready for his touch.

Turned towards me, pushing me back in to the corner, he pressed his lips to mine. Kissing me hungrily. For a brief moment I let him paw at my breast, and jam his tongue down my throat, and I even let him slide one of those long deft, strong thick fingers deep up inside me till i let out a soft

"Ooooooo"

But then I pushed him away. Or tried to at least. His body was I rock and I could not move him even if he let me. But still he withdrew.

"I'm...I'm a good girl J", I stammered

"You.. i need...slow..slowly please."

He could see the slight bit of fear in my eyes. He seemed to understand. He sat back calmly, relaxed. Almost exhausted, and picked up his remaining whiskey, and sipped it slowly. His hand was back at my knee. I smiled.

"Can I please hold you belt?" I asked, hoping to break the tension a little.

He got a wry smile when I said that. It hadn't left his shoulder the entire night. And it was still there firmly resting now.

"Tell you what" he said, his voice was low, and smooth, and creamy, his words soft and gentle "If you strip for me and model it naked for me, I'll let you hold it and wear it while you do so"

So now it was a challenge. I started to wonder for a minute how much he knew about me. I had not told anyone, and was pretty careful about it but I had been working at strip clubs for most of college by that point. First as a bartender/cashier, then as a waitress, and eventually, most recently as a dancer. It was an upscale club, and I knew all the bouncers, and we only went to topless and a g-string because they served alcohol.

To be honest I enjoyed having all eyes on me. And the thought of having this gorgeous mans eyes all on me hours after he beat another man near to death with his bare hands was an opportunity I was having a hard time passing up.

The limo slowed and stopped. Moments later the driver opened the door. J helped me out, and as he put his arm around me to head into the building, his hand slide from my lower back and down to the top of my cheek. I grabbed it firmly, guiding it back upwards.

"I'm a good girl.. remember", I purred softly. "Slowly"

He nodded, and opened the door. And walked with me to the elevator. Inside, he said

"Coming up?"

I nodded this time, and he hit the button for the penthouse. I swallowed quietly trying to gather my courage and my nerves. As he stood there, I reached down and took his hand, and held it a moment, then standing along side him I stood tip toe to try to kiss him on the cheek.

"Can I touch it?" I asked playfully

He looked at me inquisitively, and I pointed at his shoulder, and the belt. He smiled, and nodded. I gently stroked the leather, feeling the stitching, and the studs along the edges, and the metal, it was beautiful and shining, and it was clearly and literally his prize possession, and I could see him watching me to make sure I didn't damage it.

The elevator came to a stop, and I realized that I had never seen his apartment before. Moreover I had never seen a penthouse apartment before of any kind, an as such had no idea what to actually expect.

The doors opened into a long open space. The entire front half as you exited the elevator looked like a commercial gym. Free weights, machines, benches, everything you would expect to find. Further in was a set of black leather couches setup in a U shape with a large, low black coffee table in the middle of the U and a massive Plasma Screen TV set in front of the open end of the U. Behind that was a kitchen, it looked like an industrial kitchen with all the open space and butcher block counters, there were some pots and pans hanging down from the ceiling, which was open beam like a warehouse. Behind the kitchen area appeared to be a large king sized bed with a wardrobe next to it. The apartment was huge, and with the exception of all the gym equipment pretty sparse. The walls were empty save for one massive Scarface movie poster on the far right wall. The ceiling was open the whole way back, and had 3 skylights running down the center. At the far back of the space was a spiral staircase leading upwards, and next to it a large heavy looking wooden door that appeared to slide on wheels.

J guided me into the apartment, through the maze of equipment, and towards the couches. His strong hand remained just at my lower back as we walked, but when we got to the couch he slipped it gently down, and squeezed my ass. Not super hard, but enough to make me jump a little, then he gave it a smack that stung just a little, gave me a gentle peck on the cheek, and invited me to have a seat.

"Want a drink?" he asked. "Cranberry Vodka?"

His voice was silky and low and smooth. It sent shivers of excitement running down my spine.

"Just vodka", I replied, without realizing what I was saying. My nerves were jumping, my thoughts racing, and a little bit of panic was setting in.

He poured a triple shot of Grey Goose (not my favorite) into a crystal tumbler, and then poured himself a whiskey on the rocks. He handed me the tumbler, and said

"Make yourself at home, I'm going to change if you don't mind"

I took a sip of the vodka, and settled onto the couch nodding. I was still eyeing that belt, and he could see I was still enamored with it. He smiled that cool easy smile of his, "Don't worry, you'll get to touch it all you want in a minute"

He walked down past the kitchen and the bed, toward the large rolling door, which he pushed back to reveal an enormous bathroom, with a big open shower to one side, and what looked like a large aluminum tub. He started to undress, but even as he removed his suit and shirt, and hung them up neatly, that belt never left his shoulder. He dropped his pants next, and it appeared he was wearing just a jock strap underneath, because his hard, tight muscled chocolate ass was completely exposed, save for the straps on the side. I was feeling a bit guilty staring at him, ogling his body, but realized he left the door open intentionally.

He walked to the back of the bathroom, started the shower and then disappeared from view. A moment later his naked body appeared under the running water. The muscles on his back and butt flexed as he leaned forward into the water. Rinsing himself, his back to me the whole time, and at that distance, I could barely make out, but something appeared to be swinging between his legs, something unexpectedly large.

At first I thought it was an shadow, or that I was see. seeing things. He shut of the water, his back still to me, and he turned and stepped again out of view. Moments later he reemerged form the bathroom, now wearing a black silk robe, with gold stripe down the sides, matching the boxers shorts he had worn for the fight. This robe was short though, barely covering to his thighs. He had it loosely tied in front, and the belt back over his shoulder. His chest muscles and abs were fully exposed and prominent. I was staring at his chest, admiring his 8 pack abs, when i noticed that there was something dangling below the bottom of the robe. It didn't seem possible, and my mind rejected the obvious at first.

He strode in towards me, his gait was slow and easy almost gliding. He walked around the back side of the couches to the opposite corner from where I was sitting, Poured himself a fresh drink and then entered the U facing me. He glid around the table to the center of the back of the U. He smiled at me, not with his usual easy smile but with something more devious and smoldering. My eyes hadn't left him since he came into view and they were all over him now. He sat down with a slight thump, as though he was exhausted and leaned back against the couch. In one hand he was holding his drink and with the other he removed the belt from his shoulder and held it out towards me.


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