Cock Tease
By
Kali Lowe
Cock Tease
Copyright 2012 Kali Lowe
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Cock Tease
Melody sat perched on a bar stool, drawing looks from men and ignoring all of them. It was sort of a hobby.
It had been another long day at the office, taking orders from self-important men who thought she was lazy and stupid. The reality was she did the work of any three of them, and also covered their asses on a regular basis, taking care of all the details that they forgot. It was tiring, stressful, and thankless.
That's why she came to the bar. If she had to feel powerless during the day, she wanted to feel powerful at night. Just slipping a short, tight minidress over her firm young body was enough to give her sway over every man in the room. Even when all she did was nurse a drink and stare at the bar's TV all night, she was capturing the attention of one man after another and affirming her simple, natural power over them.
She wasn't actually approached all that often. She supposed something about her intimidated most men. That was fine with her. She didn't like to actually go home with them. That's what her vibrator was for.
She just enjoyed the tease. She knew she was desirable just sitting there, her chin-length black hair casually messy, her tight dress skimming over her perky breasts, rounded hips, and firm ass. Her dark eyes roamed the room occasionally, making and then breaking eye contact without a care, making the men watching her even more confused. She perched casually on the stool, her feet resting on one of its supports, letting her already short dress ride even higher on her thighs. She wore a skimpy thong, and she didn't mind if men could see its outline through the thin fabric of her dress. She didn't bother with a bra, and she didn't mind if her nipples decided to stiffen up and show through. Let them look. They couldn't do anything about it.
A man slid onto the stool next to her. She examined him out of the corner of her eye. In his twenties. Looked like an office worker, like the men she worked with. But he didn't seem assertive. In fact, he looked rather out of his element at the moment.
He looked all around, apparently intensely interested in his surroundings. Then, finally, he glanced in her direction, as if he hadn't realized she was there. She wasn't fooled.
"Oh, hello," he said. "I'm Tom."
"Mel."
"Can I buy you a drink?"
She glanced down at the drink in front of her. "Already got one."
"No, I mean, another one... when... when you're..." He trailed off and paused. She instantly knew he would not be any fun at all to talk to.
Well, maybe he would be a little fun to toy with. She swiveled toward him and leaned on the bar, her elbows resting on the wooden surface. Her dress scooped low, and the angle would give him a good view. "So what do you do, Tom?"
He managed to keep his eyes on her face. "Boring office job. You?"
So her snap judgment was right. It usually was. "Same," she replied, and she shrugged in an exaggerated fashion, letting her upper arms push her breasts together for a moment.
His eyes dropped to her chest, unable to resist the temptation to get an eyeful of her firm tits shifting in the tight dress. A bare moment later, he caught himself and looked back at her face, flushing slightly. "Um..."
"You can leave me alone now."
"Right, okay."
He was gone. She sighed and turned back to her drink.
"Good job shutting that guy down. Gave me a laugh."
Mel jerked around, startled. Another man had taken the place of the first. This one was taller, dark-haired. Black jeans, black t-shirt. Looked like he worked out. Maybe not an office job. He looked like the sort of person who told office workers what to do. And then took out an expensive boat on the weekends.
The bartender handed him a drink, though she hadn't noticed him order anything. He turned toward her. "So," he began. "You dress like that but you don't want to talk. Or at least not to men. Women, maybe?"
"Maybe I just want to be left alone."
"Mm, no, that's not it." He glanced down at her chest as he sipped his drink, examining her tits without shame. "You like the attention. You dress so men will hit on you, then you give 'em nothing." He shrugged. "Kind of funny, I guess."
Mel rolled her eyes and turned away. "I'm not worried about impressing you, believe me."
"That's good. Because it's not exactly original, sweetheart. It's called being a cocktease."
"Fuck you."
"Hey, I'm willing to overlook it. Let's dance."
She glanced over at him, her eyes flicking up and down. That appraising look had made men wither all by itself. This guy seemed unmoved. "Let's not. I already have enough men in my life giving me orders."
He grinned. "I'm not too sure about that. Come on, stop being a bitch for one second and dance." He stood, then took hold of her upper arm.
She shook off his grip. Then, without quite knowing why, she stood and followed him out of the small bar area. They turned a corner and they were in the club proper, a place where couples danced and music blared, which she usually passed through without pausing on her way to the bar.
They found a space for themselves and began dancing. As she began moving her body to the music, he gave her a look, eyebrows raised, like he was waiting to be impressed. She narrowed her eyes, annoyed, but she found herself responding. She raised her arms a bit, letting her body arch, and rolled her hips to the rhythm.
He said something that she didn't even begin to hear over the pounding music.
"What?" she shouted back.
He reached out, spun her around, grabbed her hips, and pulled her back against him before she could react. She felt him still moving to the music, and she responded instinctively, continuing the rhythmic rolling of her hips.
He pressed his mouth to her ear. "I said, that's my girl." She felt his lips curve into a grin as he pulled her firmly back against him, letting her hips roll against him. There was a growing hardness in his jeans that she could feel through her thin dress.
She should have pulled out of his grip, stormed off, maybe even slapped him first if that wasn't being too over the top. But she didn't. She let him hold her hips, and kept her body moving, her ass nestled back against him as it slid up and down, grinding against his cock as it thickened in his jeans.
"Starting to actually have fun, aren't you, cocktease?" he murmured into her ear as he pressed himself against her ass. His hands slid back along her hips, his thumbs pressing firmly into either cheek of her ass. He lowered his thumbs, slipping them under the hem of her short dress, then slid them back up, the fabric lifting with them. She bit her lip as she felt cool air caressing her bare cheeks, her ass naked except for the string of her skimpy thong lying along the crease.
He grunted and forced his hips forward, his hard dick grinding against her ass through his jeans. His hands returned to her hips and he wrapped the waistband of her thong around his fingers. She tensed as she felt the fabric tighten, and then he tugged firmly upward, using her thong to pull her hips back and forth. The fabric pulled tight between her ass cheeks and over her pussy. She gasped out loud as the cloth forced its way between her pussy lips, and began sawing back and forth over her slit as his hands moved back and forth.