Chapter 66

Sunday morning at the Clooney residence. Riley was still a little buzzed from the day before. Consuela had sent her three customers — $3,000 for the house; $500 for Riley.

Flynn, “So when do I get to see the Raunchy-Riley dance?”

“You know what, kiddo? You caught me in a good mood. But let’s make it Racy-Riley.”

“We’ll see.”

Riley went back to her bedroom to decide on a costume. She stripped and regarded herself in the mirror, trying to picture herself as Flynn would. A beautiful, sexy woman, yeah. But about as alluring to him as a sleek jungle cat. Something to admire, but not to lust after.

She selected a green thong that matched her eyes. Put on a lacy bra, then changed her mind. She slipped into the jacket of a yellow pants suit, and nodded in approval. It showed some cleavage, but more than covered her nipples. A green garter. Next, the matching pants — pleated with cuffs.

“What’s taking so long?”

“Put on ‘Girls, Girls, Girls,’ I’m almost ready.” Four-inch heels, and she bopped out to the living room. Turned up the Motley Crue volume, winked at the boy, and started swaying in time to the music. Then she held up a finger — wait a minute — and rushed over to her purse. She handed him a 20-dollar bill and licked her lips suggestively.

He had moved a kitchen chair in so he could sit ringside. He grinned at the money.

Riley waited almost a minute before shedding the coat. She she strutted over and thrust a breast into the startled boy’s mouth. He pretended not to be flustered and licked her nipple. She switched boobs and then stood back, nipples erect.

By the time she was easing her pants down, ‘Closer’ came on with its throbbing base. Now wearing only heels, garter, and a thong, she did an exaggerated series of bumps and grinds, thrusting her pelvis forward.

Next, she slithered her thong down and off, and tossed it to Flynn. The boy was rapt, staring at her, but there was no sign of a bulge. Hands above her head, she did a series of pirouettes as she drew closer and closer.

Then she stood with her left foot on one side of his legs and placed her right foot on his chair. Pussy, front and center. He stared at her, looking more into her eyes with curiosity than at her body.

Riley snapped the garter on her right thigh.

“Oh.” He folded the bill lengthwise and slid it under.

Riley held the pose and cleared her throat.

“Oh yeah.” Still looking up into her eyes, he ran two fingers up and down her pussy lips.

Riley went, “Hmm,” signaling him to continue. Then she bent down and whispered in his ear, “See how moist I am?” She gave his ear a quick lick. At least that made him shudder a little.