The bright afternoon sun strained around the edges of Susan's heavy curtains. Working nights at the Anaconda made it impossible to get up before 1:00 PM, no matter how hard she tried.

Taking her time, Susan rolled onto her back, indulging in slow, languid stretches. She inhaled the cool breeze slipping under the curtains, savoring the feeling of her mostly bare skin against warm, flannel sheets. It was a weird quirk, Susan knew that, but ever since she was a kid she’d needed fresh air to sleep. Fall and winter didn’t mean closed windows for her, just heavier blankets.

The thin fabric of her sleep bra and skimpy boy shorts hugged Susan’s petite, voluptuous body. Unbidden, images of the night before flashed through her mind…

Chase up on stage, giving those Magic Mike dudes a run for their money, his chiseled body oiled up and writhing under hot lights… The buxom blonde he’d chosen from the audience, arching her back and thrusting her pelvis toward him while Chase did his signature hip grind right over her lap…

Susan had flushed, watching them and realizing how much she would love to watch them fuck for real.

She pictured it now, Chase relieving the woman of her clothing, until she sat naked in the chair onstage, her legs spread wide, begging Chase to fuck her. Susan’s hand slid down, under the covers… under the waistband of her shorts…

MROW!

Susan oof-ed as sixteen pounds of cat landed on her stomach, a striped gray feline face nudging her cheek. Catarina was back from her daily prowling, and there would be no peace until she was fed.

Reluctantly abandoning her fantasy, Susan left the cozy haven of her bed cocoon and threw on a hooded, terry cloth robe. She padded into the kitchen with Catarina hot on her heels. Yawning, Susan filled the demanding creature’s food dish and made her way to the bathroom.

In the shower, she briefly contemplated using the showerhead to scratch her arousal itch, but the moment had passed and besides, her water pressure wasn’t the greatest.

A self-administered orgasm wouldn’t do the trick, anyway. As much as she hated to admit it, Susan knew she wouldn’t be fully satisfied until Chase finished the job.

It was a game they’d started playing months ago, and - for Susan, at least - it had turned into one of the most delicious, frustrating seductions she’d ever experienced. She didn’t know what it was for Chase, because they never talked about it. They just took turns cornering each other at work, taking advantage of the dark, hidden corners to fondle and torment each other, until one of them caved and begged for release.

At a week and a half, the record holdout award was currently Susan’s, but Chase was on the verge of stealing her crown.

The night before, Susan had been hanging up some VIP belongings in the coatroom when Chase found her. She was bent over, retrieving a hanger, when he gripped both sides of her hips and pulled her to him, rubbing his cock along her pussy, against her ass…

Before he got too hard, Chase grabbed Susan’s shoulders and stood her upright, turning her to face him and pressing her up against the wall. He’d clearly just finished one of his numbers, his body still warm and gleaming.

Susan looked up, her eyes full of mischief, daring Chase to make her want it.

He obliged her, hiking up her very short miniskirt. Instead of grabbing her ass or putting his hand between her legs, he took a step back and looked her up and down.

“Show me your tits,” he commanded,

and Susan felt a ripple of desire course through her. It wasn’t like him to be quite so crass or demanding… and Susan discovered she really enjoyed this new turn of events.

Following orders, she took hold of her tank top and bra, pulling both down until her ample, naked breasts popped out. Chase just grinned, looking at her standing there with her tits and ass on display for him.

Just then, a cluster of women rounded the corner, sauced and laughing. Chase ducked away down the hall, leaving Roxie to scramble to get herself covered. She barely succeeded, tucking her bosom away and pulling her skirt down right as the group of women stepped up to the coat check.

Her face flushed, Susan took their tickets and glared down the hall after Chase. He followed his wicked grin with a wink, then made himself scarce.

Susan’s body had been on fire ever since, and she knew it would take an unprecedented amount of resolve to not seek Chase out the instant she got to work, begging him to give her the pleasure she was craving.

Can’t let that happen, she thought. This is war, which means I need a powerful, effective uniform.

To be continued.