Booze, Movies, and Games...
It had been a while since you could enjoy a drink. Most bars were flat out dangerous places to be - if they served shrinks at all. But here, with Natasha, you felt yourself loosen up. Soon, you joined her, until now onesided, conversation. Natasha seemed excited to hear what were to you ordinary daily occurences. For a norm such as her, simply living at your level had to sound like an adventure. You decided to leave out the more life-threatening events you had to endure in your life. Instead you told her of passed out patrons at your former workplace; of the time you hid in a mousehole to avoid an angry landlord; of you sneaking into a neighbours fridge when you were either broke or not in the mood to get groceries.
Despite your small stature, you only felt a slight fuzz. Soon you both were on your second cocktail for the evening. "So, you were a little dancer, huh?" Natasha asked, a slight but notable blush rising in her cheeks. Maybe it was the alcohol - you could feel your facing growing hot as well.
"Maybe I'll make you put on a show for me later," she said with a smirk. You cough, your drink catching in your throat. With how friendly Natasha was, with the drinks and the friendly chat, you had almost forgotten she was paying you to be here. Her smile hadn't faltered though, - she seemed pleased with how relaxed you were around her. Still, now your blush definitly wasn't due to just the cocktail in your hand.
"Don't worry!" Natasha laughed at your expression, "If you don't want to, then that's fine! Lord knows, I wouldn't be caught dead dancing when I had this many drinks!"
You chuckle nervously. Of course, you would have been able to perform for her - you had been in far worse states at your job. But something about it felt odd. Maybe because you never had done a one-person show before. And probably because you didn't mind all that much, if she would be your first...
The evening carried on. At some point Natasha stood up and placed her open palm in front of you. You climbed on and she walked, you in hand, towards her comfy looking sofa. Pillows were strewn about, and a soft, light green, blanket was draped over it. She sat you down onto one of the bigger pillows. Then, she herself laid down, resting her head in her palm just above you. She grabbed a remote, taller than your body, pressed a button, and the enormous flatscreen on the wall infront of you flickered to life. Zapping through her library, she settled on some romantic comedy you had never heard. You could tell from the cover image already, that you weren't in for high-brow entertainment. But in your state, a good B-movie was probably more appropriate.
The plot didn't keep your attention. Not because of your hazy vision - the slow, rhythmic breathing of your client was distracting you more and more. Next to you, Natasha's chest was rising and falling. You couldn't help but steal a glance... her tank top was cut low and you could see right down her cleavage - her breasts multiple times bigger than you...
Quickly, you pulled your eyes away, the heat on your face intensifying, and stared straight forward at the television. Of course, right at this moment, the saucy part of the movie had to begin. You felt something soft press down on your head. Looking up, you saw Natasha smirking down at you, her big finger softly playing with your hair.
"You know, this movie is beginning to give me some ideas..." Her voice had taken on a husky tone. She leaned in closer and suddenly you found yourself facing her full, smiling lips. Her hot breath washed over you, blowing back your hair.
"I had a fun time for now..." she whispered to you, "But I bet we can make it an amazing one instead..." The spark in her eyes was all you needed to see to know what she meant. Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe your own excitement, but before any clear thought could intervene, you had already nodded a bit too enthusiastically. Natasha grinned.
She leaned even closer, her mouth just centimeters from you. "I still have to say, you're pretty brave for a shrink..." she whispered again, "Don't you think the big, bad girl is going to just eat you up? Maybe you should run as fast as you can, before I get my hands on you. Who knows, what I would do with such a cute girl..."
Nervousness and excitement mix in your head. You had to fight every instinct in your body, to not bolt away from her face. This was a dangerous - much too dangerous. Years of your life had taught you that getting this close to a norm ,especially an inebriated one, was bad news. Yet, in this moment, you just wanted to stand still.
"I don't see you running..." A giggle escaped her. "That's no fun, you know. I want to earn my fun." Natasha raised her hand and flicked her index finger against your body, knocking you down into your pillow. She pressed down softly, circling your chest with her finger.
"Why don't we play a little game. I bet you're up for something fun..." With a nervous smile on your face you nod up at her. The grin on her mouth just gets wider.
"I knew it. So, tell you what... I'm going to go into my room for a little bit. You know, making myself pretty for you. And when I come out and find you, I'm going to be very excited. I don't know if I could restrain myself from just snatching you up and throwing myself in bed..." Your face grew hotter by the second. Her finger traced your whole body, her breath bathed you in hot and sweet air. She looked down at you, and you could almost feel the deep arousal flowing from her.
"So," she continues "a frail little girl like you should probably hide herself away from this big, excited woman. And if I don't find you... then I'll probably get calmed down enough to let you play with me a little first."
The pressure faded as she got up from the sofa. "You'll probably have a few minutes. I'm going to make myself look extra hot for my little shrink..." She winked down at you, then quickly walked out of your view. For a moment, you lay there dumbstruck. You couldn't believe this was really happening - and that you were enjoying it.
Quickly, you jumped to your feet, your mind racing with what Natasha just said. If she found you, you couldn't imagine what she would do with you - and that thought alone send tingles down your spine. But if you managed to hide well enough... well, maybe she would let you decide, how exactly you would please her. You couldn't decide, what would be better - you started running anyway. Someone as small as you could find a hiding place anywhere, and it wouldn't do to disappoint your client by not playing her game...
Despite your small stature, you only felt a slight fuzz. Soon you both were on your second cocktail for the evening. "So, you were a little dancer, huh?" Natasha asked, a slight but notable blush rising in her cheeks. Maybe it was the alcohol - you could feel your facing growing hot as well.
"Maybe I'll make you put on a show for me later," she said with a smirk. You cough, your drink catching in your throat. With how friendly Natasha was, with the drinks and the friendly chat, you had almost forgotten she was paying you to be here. Her smile hadn't faltered though, - she seemed pleased with how relaxed you were around her. Still, now your blush definitly wasn't due to just the cocktail in your hand.
"Don't worry!" Natasha laughed at your expression, "If you don't want to, then that's fine! Lord knows, I wouldn't be caught dead dancing when I had this many drinks!"
You chuckle nervously. Of course, you would have been able to perform for her - you had been in far worse states at your job. But something about it felt odd. Maybe because you never had done a one-person show before. And probably because you didn't mind all that much, if she would be your first...
The evening carried on. At some point Natasha stood up and placed her open palm in front of you. You climbed on and she walked, you in hand, towards her comfy looking sofa. Pillows were strewn about, and a soft, light green, blanket was draped over it. She sat you down onto one of the bigger pillows. Then, she herself laid down, resting her head in her palm just above you. She grabbed a remote, taller than your body, pressed a button, and the enormous flatscreen on the wall infront of you flickered to life. Zapping through her library, she settled on some romantic comedy you had never heard. You could tell from the cover image already, that you weren't in for high-brow entertainment. But in your state, a good B-movie was probably more appropriate.
The plot didn't keep your attention. Not because of your hazy vision - the slow, rhythmic breathing of your client was distracting you more and more. Next to you, Natasha's chest was rising and falling. You couldn't help but steal a glance... her tank top was cut low and you could see right down her cleavage - her breasts multiple times bigger than you...
Quickly, you pulled your eyes away, the heat on your face intensifying, and stared straight forward at the television. Of course, right at this moment, the saucy part of the movie had to begin. You felt something soft press down on your head. Looking up, you saw Natasha smirking down at you, her big finger softly playing with your hair.
"You know, this movie is beginning to give me some ideas..." Her voice had taken on a husky tone. She leaned in closer and suddenly you found yourself facing her full, smiling lips. Her hot breath washed over you, blowing back your hair.
"I had a fun time for now..." she whispered to you, "But I bet we can make it an amazing one instead..." The spark in her eyes was all you needed to see to know what she meant. Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe your own excitement, but before any clear thought could intervene, you had already nodded a bit too enthusiastically. Natasha grinned.
She leaned even closer, her mouth just centimeters from you. "I still have to say, you're pretty brave for a shrink..." she whispered again, "Don't you think the big, bad girl is going to just eat you up? Maybe you should run as fast as you can, before I get my hands on you. Who knows, what I would do with such a cute girl..."
Nervousness and excitement mix in your head. You had to fight every instinct in your body, to not bolt away from her face. This was a dangerous - much too dangerous. Years of your life had taught you that getting this close to a norm ,especially an inebriated one, was bad news. Yet, in this moment, you just wanted to stand still.
"I don't see you running..." A giggle escaped her. "That's no fun, you know. I want to earn my fun." Natasha raised her hand and flicked her index finger against your body, knocking you down into your pillow. She pressed down softly, circling your chest with her finger.
"Why don't we play a little game. I bet you're up for something fun..." With a nervous smile on your face you nod up at her. The grin on her mouth just gets wider.
"I knew it. So, tell you what... I'm going to go into my room for a little bit. You know, making myself pretty for you. And when I come out and find you, I'm going to be very excited. I don't know if I could restrain myself from just snatching you up and throwing myself in bed..." Your face grew hotter by the second. Her finger traced your whole body, her breath bathed you in hot and sweet air. She looked down at you, and you could almost feel the deep arousal flowing from her.
"So," she continues "a frail little girl like you should probably hide herself away from this big, excited woman. And if I don't find you... then I'll probably get calmed down enough to let you play with me a little first."
The pressure faded as she got up from the sofa. "You'll probably have a few minutes. I'm going to make myself look extra hot for my little shrink..." She winked down at you, then quickly walked out of your view. For a moment, you lay there dumbstruck. You couldn't believe this was really happening - and that you were enjoying it.
Quickly, you jumped to your feet, your mind racing with what Natasha just said. If she found you, you couldn't imagine what she would do with you - and that thought alone send tingles down your spine. But if you managed to hide well enough... well, maybe she would let you decide, how exactly you would please her. You couldn't decide, what would be better - you started running anyway. Someone as small as you could find a hiding place anywhere, and it wouldn't do to disappoint your client by not playing her game...
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June 3, 2023
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