Attractive dance of the Tawaif

"I really don't know what to think. Anyways, if you see Megan, give her the heads up. I'll text her, but anything helps." "Sure thing," Emily said. The whole thing was strange bordering on spooky. sexy Emily, an avid listener of true crime podcasts while working on her computer science homework, enjoyed the thought of a mystery. It really was a strange array of circumstances. 7 "Oh Micah honey." The sing-song sensual voice was dripping with sensuality, yet somehow it seemed so familiar. Micah was sitting in one of the common areas of the Queen Anne Lit and Theater academic petite building, sprawled on a couch with his laptop when he heard it. "You should say hi to your friend Micah," came another voice, soft and self assured. Both of them came from behind him. Micah turned around to see Leah Bardot from his Literature and History class standing above him, her eyes swimming with vibrance. "Oh shit, hey there Leah. What's up?" "Aren't you going to say hi to beautiful me, Micah baby?" It was that first voice again. So familiar. Micah looked and saw a familiar face pop out from behind Leah. It was Lindsay Bowers. Only, she was so different. "You look shocked Micah! Don't you recognize me?" At this, Lindsay draped herself over the couch, displaying her ripe bosom which erotic stretched her R2-D2 shirt taught. This close, she smelled incredible. So sweet. "We were hoping you would hang out with us Micah, maybe behind the stage?" Leah cooed. Something about her voice was so soothing. It almost made him want tattoo to fall asleep. "Sure," Micah said, his will-power melting into the aether. "I would love too." His gaze was fixed on Lindsay. She looked incredible. Not just pretty, but sexy. “Girls, it will just be for sensual a few days at most. And head home. As the water cascaded over her body, little tremors ran through her while her hands ran softly over petite her hard nipples before gliding sexy down over her trembling belly to caress her pussy. And of course, this would be a very bad thing, from his point-of-view. Instinctively, I pulled my hand away, erotic guilt setting in more and more with each passing second. I was nearly bursting through my robe, and decided I needed something more beautiful from her. Don't worry about it." Having lost the adrenaline and falling into a pool of fear I finally took in his features of having a soft trimmed beard with a single tattoo earring in his left ear. "Kiwo?" Lizzie was too stunned to even speak.