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Over the weekend following the charged encounter at Crestwood Academy, Nekane could not keep her mind off Johnny Victory - the powerful contours of his muscular body, the raw confidence in his dark eyes, and, most persistently, the impressive love muscle she'd glimpsed beneath his lionskin briefs. This sight enthralled her, stirring a primal fascination she couldn't shake. Her thoughts swirled with the memory of their kisses in the hot tub, the feel of his jersey against her skin, and the thrill of rebellion that pulsed through her during their intimate moments.
Johnny Victory worked especially hard on Sunday and Monday, pushing his body through grueling workouts to ensure he was as pumped up and impressive as possible for Nekane. His muscles ached with the effort, but his resolve was ironclad, fueled by the black rage burning within him. a
On Monday evening, Johnny Victory pulled up to the Hortz estate in his black Hummer. Isabella answered the door and brought him to Nekane. He wore a short-sleeved shirt that hugged every contour of his muscular torso and form-fitting pants that accentuated the pronounced bulge of his physique. "Johnny, I'm so glad you could make it!" Nekane said, her voice warm and genuine, though a tremor of excitement,
Johnny, with a cocky smirk, stepped closer, his presence overwhelming as he leaned in and kissed her, a daring move that caught her off guard. Nekane found herself giving in, her lips meeting his. Pulling back, breathless, Nekane tried to regain her composure, smoothing her blouse with trembling hands. "Please, have a seat." - Nekane stammered, as she gestured toward the plush sofa in the living room, joining him there. However, the proximity only heightened the tension in the air, her body still humming with desire.
Johnny, his dark eyes glinting with mischief, pointed toward her chest with a playful grin. "How're those doing?" Johnny asked, his tone teasing yet suggestive; before she could respond, he reached over with a bold, confident move, his fingers deftly opening the top buttons of her blouse. "Let me see." - He murmured, his voice low as he slid the fabric aside and, with a swift motion, unhooked her bra. "Swollen, but still so beautiful." - He commented, his gaze appreciative and unapologetic, sending a fresh wave of heat through her core, intensifying the slow burn of sensuality between them.
"The nerve of you, Johnny!"- Nekane exclaimed, her voice a mix of mock indignation and flustered delight, her cheeks flushing as she quickly buttoned up her blouse. However, the absence of her bra left her feeling ******* yet exhilarated. Johnny laughed, a deep, playful sound, holding the bra just out of her reach with a teasing smirk, a game that only deepened the charged atmosphere, a game tied to his intent to knock her off the pedestal of restraint, to unlock the suppressed desire aching within her. The moment lingered, a silent promise of further boundaries to be pushed, until Isabella entered the room telling them Gutxi had arrived smiling in approval and the obvious flirtation taking place. However, the bra remained in Johnny's possession, leaving Nekane to face the evening without it, a secret rebellion beneath her buttoned blouse.
Dinner unfolded in the grand dining room of the Hortz estate; the opulent setting starkly contrasts the undercurrents of tension and desire swirling beneath the surface. Nekane spent most of the evening with her eyes on Johnny, her gaze drawn to him repeatedly, laughing at his jokes with a warmth and ease she rarely showed Gutxi, the chemistry between her and Johnny so strong it was palpable, a silent challenge to the oppressive norms Gutxi embodied. Isabella, serving the meal with a knowing smile, seized an opportunity to steer the conversation, bringing up Johnny's stripper career with a casual air. "Señor Victory, I've heard you perform at a club in Bel Air. Tell us about it," She prompted.
Johnny, leaned back in his chair with a cocky grin, his tight shirt straining against his pumped-up muscles, the bulge in his pants still evident under the table, a detail Nekane couldn't help but notice with repeated glances, each look a spark of arousal tied to her weekend visions of him. "Yes Ma''am, I perform as the lead erotic dancer at an exclusive ladies cl Bel Air - the Victory Club - I'm now the owner." Johnny boasted.
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