“Right,” Rhe said with a glare that was more mild annoyance than deadly hatred. “As I was saying, stripping playlist.” Turning back to look at me, she continued, “It starts off with ‘Girls, Girls, Girls’ by Mötley Crüe, during which I’d be basically be giving a lap dance to the air. Next was ‘Buttons’ by the Pussycat Dolls, wherein I’d strip out of my dress’ top half. ‘Sexy Back’ by Justin Timberlake would see me back up to Henry, just out of reach, shaking my ass and smiling sexily back at him, while also teasing my dress down further. During the next song, ‘Take It Off’ by The Donnas, would see me out of my dress so that I’d only be in my thong and stockings. Nelly Furtado’s ‘Promiscuous’ would see me lose my thong as well as him losing his shirt and jacket; his tie would act as a ball gag. Then ‘Pour Some Sugar On Me’ by Def Leppard would come on while I got on my knees and got him out of his pants, socks and shoes, leaving us both naked to hungrily gaze upon each other. To finish off, Aerosmith’s ‘Sweet Emotion’ would set the tempo as I went down on him. I’d love to be able to gauge how he would go down on me, or how we would make love, but as this was supposed to be a surprise, I couldn’t exactly ask him what songs he’d want to do these things to.” Rheta turned back to briefly look at our captor as she finished her rundown of her striptease routine, before returning her eyes to me. She looked both embarrassed and regretful for having told such intimate details to strangers, but I could also see the embers of hope in her gaze as she looked to me for approval in her seduction technique.
She’d only have to look slightly down, as I’d gotten hard as soon as she said ‘Girls, Girls, Girls’ was the first song, and the need to release my dick from its ever-tightening confines in my pants only grew with every detail she gave. By the time that she said she wanted to give me a blowjob to ‘Sweet Emotion’ (which is my favourite song, btw) I was ready to blow the load that had been building in me since the start of the night. I tried not to squirm so much as that only caused my cock to rub against my pants, and add that friction to the pyre that was my arousal level.
As I stared into my sister’s eyes, non-verbally begging her to show me that performance another day, the bubble around us was once again broken by the low, but clearly impressed, whistle of our captor. Taking in my surroundings once again, I noticed that Mom was squirming about as much as I wanted to; but as everyone seemed to be gazing back and forth between Rhe and our captor, I think that this went unnoticed by everyone except me.