| Kristin Don't let the petite frame or that sweet little face fool you, this girl's an up and coming porn star who's idea of punching the clock is unzipping her costar's trousers. The truth be told, Kristin is really quite good at what she does, or so we're told, and already she has become accustomed to star treatment both on and off the set. Imagine her dismay then when first she saw our set, such as it is, and was then instructed to do that which she hadn't done in well over a year or more....a very ordinary striptease followed by a lap dance. What lil' Miss Hot Lips didn't realize of course was just what we meant by a lap dance. Nor was this budding sex star cognizant of the near religious fervor with which our man quite literally delights in spanking the bouncing bare bottoms of shameless jezebel's such as she. Having seen it all before we knew of course that it would be many, many a day before little Kristin would be sitting comfortably again. It was therefore only after the first crisp smack found its mark that we realized just how much trouble this ho was really in. Kristin you see is blessed with the sort of butt cheeks that when smacked, jiggle, bounce and wobble in a manner more maddening than most. Indeed in the time it takes for the first to revert to something resembling its original shape our man?s hand has already flattened the other whereupon he swiftly revisits the first thereby renewing the whole macabre sequence once again. Paying scant notice to Kristin's outraged screams he soon establishes a rhythm whereby for the next fifteen minutes neither of her exquisite mounds of ass flesh are afforded even the slightest opportunity to cease their delightful jiggling. This ladies and gentlemen is what real lap dancing is all about ! Regrettably in his zeal to direct the perfect lap dance our choreographer didn?t notice just how red his little dancers were getting. We're afraid he may have gotten just a tad carried away this time around. Good thing this babe spends most of her time on her knees anyway. Nina This one's a local girl, a Philadelphia girl to be more precise. Let's start off by establishing that you would be greatly mistaken were you to infer from this any sense of civic pride on our part. Far from it. Nina is rude, disrespectful of others and when given instruction she is frequently downright surly. In short she is what folks nowadays refer to as a high maintenance person. As you can see here, it wasn't long before we found it necessary to do some maintenance ourselves. "Bad, bad, bad girl !" In all fairness, it should be noted that Nina is not without her redeeming qualities. Of which, first and foremost I would submit is her smooth, firm and pleasantly shaped bottom. Given Nina?s, shall we say, challenging personality this is indeed a most fortuitous feature. Now as you can see here our maintenance man certainly seems to have the problem well in hand as it were, but indeed he would be the very first to tell you that work such as this can never be rushed. And make no mistake about it this is hard work. It's repetitive, it's noisy, it requires no small amount of physical exertion and what's more, doing it properly takes a rather long time. If all that wasn?t enough, the process oftentimes needs to be repeated, sometimes even on a regular basis. Little wonder then that perks such as an exquisitely contoured work surface are always appreciated. Ivy This is a story about physical beauty, illusion and pretense; all on a grand scale and all subsequently stripped away layer by layer by layer. Ivy, who it must be said has the whole blonde bombshell thing down pat, elects also to portray herself as the quintessential classy southern belle. The contemptuous "screw you" she offers our asthmatic cameraman when asked to restrict her smoking to the outdoors does nothing to enhance this illusion however. Then again, that particular phrase was almost ladylike when compared to that which the pretentious tart enunciated whence our illustrious hero responded by dragging her across his lap and then smacking her ripe bottom with appropriate vehemence. It would seem that the lady is no lady. She's a healthy young wench however and after awhile our man found it necessary to restrain her movements somewhat so as to afford himself continued unfettered access to her fancy tail. Ivy was by now shrieking like a scalded cat and what's more she was shaking her arse halves in a manner that can only be described as scandalous ! Tsk, tsk. And then just when we thought we had seen and heard it all, the little strumpet out did herself yet again by making an utterly shocking proposal the exact nature of which I am reluctant to reveal. Suffice it to say that she offered to pleasure our man....with her mouth. Naturally he accepted. Always the consummate gentleman, it was only moments after the surprisingly noisy act commenced that he thought to protect both the tarts reputation and that of himself by firmly instructing her to swallow. After all, one should never encourage unnecessary gossip amongst the motel staff by leaving behind suspicious looking ?wet spots?. It was an eminently sensible request of course, so much so that we found it a bit odd that he even felt it necessary to put into words. Leaving nothing to chance, he then took the added precaution of taking a firm grip of Ivy?s ears so as to ensure her head would not inadvertently move away at an inopportune moment. Ivy seemed grateful enough as she mumbled something, which we couldn?t quite make out, but presumed to be words of thanks. Indeed after our man assured her that she was quite welcome the little minx mumbled a bit more and then rewarded him by wriggling her hips and jerking her head from side to side. Needless to say the effect this had on the gentleman was every bit as swift as it was predictable. And what do you suppose the ungrateful slut did then? She spit it out ! Yes ! Right on the carpet no less and then she proceeded to cuss like common trailer trash. It was a disgraceful performance ! Clearly disillusioned and more than a tad annoyed, our man promptly re-sheathed his tool and then hauled the protesting baggage back across his lap whereupon he resumed the thrashing of her upturned hindquarters with unprecedented vigor. Incredibly Ivy seemed to have really believed her chastisement concluded for she now began ranting and raving like a crazy person. All remaining traces of eloquence fully extinguished from her countenance; the mascara-streaked face she presents to us is that of a madwoman ! Her eyes, dark rimmed and wild, her mouth sans lipstick, wide open and emitting the most dreadful of screams.... the overall effect is truly unsettling. Indeed were it not for the fact that our man was so singularly focused on the tarts lewdly squirming ass cheeks we're rather confident that he too would have wished to vacate the premises. Unfortunately for our nerves he was instead enjoying himself immeasurably and thus the loud, relentless smacks and the ungodly howls they produced would continue for some time yet. It was a harrowing evening to say the least. |