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Scene Does Contain a Lap Dance (Lay the Very Best - Chapter 409)
🕑 Added 2025-08-14 22:44:49 +0000 UTCRosa straightened up in her seat, shoulders rolling back and presenting her lap for Brandy. The sequins on her waistcoat glittered as Brandy popped open her waistcoat by running her finger down the lapels.
"Didn't say to undress me."
"Shh, seats don't talk." Brandy admonished as she pushed the waistcoat back and then grabbed Rosa's knees, pressing her legs together, licking her lips at the squish of Rosa's thighs being kneaded into each other.
Fuck, she was going to enjoy ruining this woman.
"Get that plump ass in my lap or you lose," Rosa said, but the corners of her mouth betrayed her amusement. This was Brandy's last shot to find the golden token, and she had to keep Rosa entertained to give herself long enough to find it.
Brandy swung a thigh over Rosa's legs and held herself high, the wait stretching long enough for Rosa to tip her head back to try to keep eye contact. She couldn't. Brandy had inherited enough titty off Sparky to completely hide the dealer from sight. Brandy put every inch of that height advantage on show for Rosa as she eased herself down, not quite landing in the lap yet, just letting the promise of her weight hang as her breasts softly mashed into Rosa's face.
Rosa's lips parted, breath already shallow as she huffed a fresh lungful of air from Brandy's cleavage. Her fingers twitched against Brandy's hips, bracing herself in expectation of how heavy Brandy would be. Only then did Brandy sink the rest of the way, folding Rosa into the contours of her body, her long legs winding around Rosa's and pressing in on them. She felt the faint tremor in those firm thighs and smiled.
"Am I sat enough for you?"
"I was expecting you to be the other way round."
Brandy ran her fingers through Rosa's pink hair, her fingers curling to tug it so that Rosa's head came back just a touch. She was almost drowning in Brandy's chest, and it felt really good that she could do that to a woman now. It wasn't just inheritance; they'd all worked to give Brandy this confidence. She was going to prove all that effort hadn't been a waste.
"Card just said I had to sit in your lap," Brandy said, looking back. "Nibbles, is my ass in her lap?"
"Your giant ass is claiming a lot of thigh," Nibbles said, stroking Chew's side, and the pair cuddled up. "But there's a lap buried under there. You are firmly seated."
"Hear that, Rosa? Firmly seated. Is she right? Am I firmly seated?"
It was obvious bait, and Rosa bit right into it anyway. "Could be firmer."
Brandy's smirk deepened, her hips giving the smallest testing roll against Rosa's thighs, just enough to make the dealer's breath hitch.
Rosa's hands twitched again at Brandy's hips, fingers half-curled like she wasn't sure if she wanted to push her away or pull her in. Brandy didn't give Rosa a chance to make up her mind. She shifted her knees just enough to get leverage, then let herself drop her full weight into Rosa's lap, hips grinding slowly as her thighs squeezed tight. The heat of Brandy's body sank through Rosa's clothes, and every roll of Brandy's hips dragged Brandy's curves against Rosa's impressively huge bust.
The friction had Rosa stuttering out short, sharp gasps, her fingers digging into Brandy's hips as she held on tight. Brandy pressed the advantage, grinding their bodies even harder, pressing Rosa down into the seat until her breath spilled out in a shaky moan.
Brandy watched the woman moaning into her breast with hungry satisfaction.
"That firm enough?" she asked with bug-like smugness. "I can do sensual, too."
She rolled her hips again, slower but still heavy enough she could feel Rosa's whole body shift under her.
Another gasp. Then a muffled, breathy sound that was almost a whimper, swallowed into Brandy's chest.
"You make a good seat," Brandy murmured, holding the back of Rosa's head and cradling Rosa's face against her chest. Her hips pressed down again, grinding Rosa deep into the seat. "I'm very comfy, are you comfy?"
The only answer Rosa gave was a shaky, quiet moan that Brandy felt more than heard, vibrating through her body.
Nibbles' hair-tentacles idly crawled over Brandy's back, and Brandy had to slap the end of one to stop it getting between them.
"You didn't want to speak to me, wait your turn."
"Oh, I see," Nibbles cackled. "You're putting on a show for us."
"Not my plan, I'm getting that gold token. But I'm enjoying making you jealous while I do it," Brandy teased and flicked the end of the tentalce. It retreated.
"Chew says you got lap dance game," Nibbles translated from behind her, voice sing-song with smugness. "I think you could be trying harder."
"Maybe you're both right," Brandy said and stopped the hip grinding. She fished the Rosa out from her cleavage, the dealer looking up with wide eyes. "Let's get a third opinion."
"Why'd you stop?"
"Oh, I'm sorry, I thought I was boring you."
"No," Rosa pouted. "Put me back in."
Brandy cupped Rosa's jaw, thumb brushing over her flushed cheek. "But I got plans for you now you're out here," she murmured, leaning in slow, so slow Rosa's lips parted before she was even halfway there.
Their breath mingled, Rosa's eyes flicking down to Brandy's mouth, then back up in a pleading glance. Brandy stopped just short, close enough that Rosa could feel the heat of her lips but not close enough to touch.
Rosa tilted her head up, chasing the kiss. Brandy shifted back a hair, smiling faintly as Rosa's mouth met nothing but air.
"Cruel," Rosa breathed, the word tight and needy.
Brandy's answer was to press her chest in, testing pillowy curves against each other until her gasp broke into a soft moan. Brandy's hands grabbed under Rosa's chest, and she put in some slow, alternating squeezes that made the dealer's breath stumble as she was more fully stimulated.
Rosa tried again to angle for the kiss, but Brandy tilted her head away, letting the motion press more of her chest into Rosa's face. "Nope," Brandy chided softly, "Gotta earn it."
Rosa's hands gripped tighter at her hips, nails dimpling the fabric. "You're not getting that token," she muttered, though the shiver in her voice betrayed her.
Brandy let her lips hover again, just a hair closer this time. Rosa stretched up instinctively, so close she could almost taste her. Then Brandy straightened her back and slid her breasts up over Rosa's face, the weight making Rosa melt back into the chair with a trembling gasp.
"Not yet," Brandy whispered and tucked her head in so she could plant a kiss just below Rosa's ear. Just a peck, but the heat boiling in her chest made her lips hot, and Brandy wished there was a sizzle. Her heat couldn't actually burn, but she had an unrealistic urge to mark Rosa with every touch. Maybe she should get some of Calcine's new black lipstick.
She had to settle for Rosa's reactions, which were a lot of fun. The woman under her twitched with every touch, whined with every lick that Brandy pressed along trembling skin. Every sound was muffled by all the breasts Rosa was being forced into, so close she had to be able to hear the roar of Brandy's Steam Engine heart.
"Dig her out," Nibbles called, "We want to see her crumble, come on."
Brandy eased her hips back and rolled back down Rosa's body, and the dealer was clearly having a time of it now. She looked like she'd been stunned, her head lolling and vision unfocused as she pawed at Brandy, trying to get back into her chest.
There was a thrill to knowing she'd addled a woman's mind this much. Brandy wasn't the usual sort of domineering trainer, but she was getting a taste of what it was like, and she understood why it was so popular and effective. Rosa looked like she'd have done absolutely anything for Brandy right now.
More than ready to hand over the gold coin to Brandy. But why not make absolutely sure?
Brandy dipped her head, her breath warm against Rosa's skin before her lips touched down, sealing to the hollow of Rosa's throat. She let the kiss sink in, mouth parting just enough to taste her, tongue tracing a slow, decadent stroke along the thudding pulse there.
Rosa's breath caught hard, her head tilting back instinctively to give Brandy more. A rumbling moan slipped from her lips as Brandy let her teeth scrape faintly against Rosa's skin before soothing the mark with another hot, open-mouthed kiss.
That red blotch would last, and it felt right to Brandy to leave a mark.
Rosa's fingers scratched against Brandy's back, the tremor in them betraying just how far gone she was. Brandy didn't rush; she let Rosa feel every second of her mouth's slow ascent back up to her lips, her hips pressing down in slow, weighted rolls that made Rosa shiver against her.
By the time Brandy's lips brushed Rosa's bottom lip, Rosa was breathing in broken little bursts, her composure utterly shattered. Brandy let her voice slip into the low, velvet-smoothness Morgan used when she was trying to get away with murder.
"You want a kiss," Brandy whispered, letting the words flow over Rosa. "You give it to me, and I'll give you a kiss you'll dream about for weeks."
Rosa's eyes fluttered, and a blush crept onto her cheeks. "Vivi said not to let you win."
"You want to make Vivi happy right now, or me?" Brandy said, "Because Vivi's not even looking, and I'm right here and ready."
"Secret pocket inside the waistcoat," she breathed, the words shaky as if forcing them out cost her. "Left side. Padded so you can't feel it. Just kiss me already."
"I promised a kiss you wouldn't forget." Brandy hummed, "And I meant it. Nibbles. Chew. Get over here. We're going to talk while we work."
She could fish out the gold token later. She'd won. Rosa knew it. Now, to enjoy the victory while she tried to rope this duo into some schemes.
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Irish Not Sane
Rosa will never recover, poor woman but well deserved
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