And she wasn’t wearing a bra. I was stunned. We had been flirting ever since we sat down, but I never imagined that it would lead to this. She took my hand and pulled it to her chest. Through the fabric of her blouse I could feel her nipple hardening under my palm. Without even thinking, I slid the hand inside, cupping her right breast. Soft, warm, my fingers explored her nipple, tracing circles around it, feeling the bumps on her areola. My cock was bursting! After all, it had been at least eight months since it had been anywhere fun. What did I expect? “Take it out if you want.” I ripped my eyeballs from her blouse. “I …I can’t do that here. Hell, I can’t do that at all.” I pulled my hand from her blouse, showing her my ring. “I’m married.” “I know. I could feel the ring against my nipple.” She showed me her hand. “So am I? And judging from your state of arousal you’re as horny as I am.” At this point, I noticed her foot, massaging my crotch under the table. I couldn’t think. If she really hadn't been there, she would have said "What are you talking about?" But saying "That wasn't me" meant she knew what I was talking about, which meant-- what, multiple personalities? "I don't get it," I said, cautiously."It wasn't really me," she said. "It was me playing a part. That's the only way I can do things like that for you, Ricky. If I put on an act, then I can make you very, very happy." And looking into her eyes, the frankly horny look in her eyes, I didn't doubt she meant it."Well, why don't we come back to my place right now and we'll both make both of us very happy." I can't do that," she said, sitting back in her chair and taking her hands off my knees, where they'd been resting. "If I'm going to put on an act-- it needs to be for an audience."My head was swimming now. This was exciting, and scary, and deeply fucked up. It sounded like we could do whatever I wanted to do-- but only on her terms, which were, apparently, on stage at Radio City Music Hall..
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