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 smacking 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 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 little tramp was really in.



Kristin you see is blessed with the sort of butt cheeks that when smacked will jiggle, bounce and wobble in a manner more maddening than most.

Indeed in the time it took for the first to revert to something resembling its original shape our man's hand had already flattened the other whereupon he swiftly revisited the first thereby renewing the whole macabre sequence once again.

His eyes lit up like beacons in the night.

Paying scant notice to Kristin's outraged screams he then established a rhythm whereby for the next fifteen minutes neither of her exquisite mounds of ass flesh were afforded even the slightest opportunity to cease their delightful jiggling.

This ladies and gentlemen is what real lap dancing is all about !



It is quite possible that in his zeal to direct the perfect lap dance our choreographer didn't notice just how red his little dancers were getting.



His cruel smile indicated otherwise however.

This one's a local girl, a Philadelphia girl to be more precise.

Let us begin by establishing that one would be greatly mistaken were they 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 people commonly 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 fairness it should be noted that Nina is not without her redeeming qualities of which, first and foremost, is her smooth, firm and pleasantly shaped bottom. Given Nina's, shall we say, challenging personality this is in fact an all but indispensable asset.



As you can see here our maintenance man certainly seems to have the problem well in hand, but in fact he would be the 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 a smooth and exquisitely contoured work surface are always appreciated.

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 great outdoors does nothing to validate this illusion however.

Then again, that particular phrase was almost ladylike when compared to that which the inconsiderate tart enunciated when our illustrious hero responded by dragging her across his lap and 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 then shrieking like a scalded cat and what's more she was shaking her ass halves in a manner that can only be described as scandalous !

Tsk, tsk.



Up and down without pause or respite his hand finds it's mark with pitiless precision and unending continuity.



All traces of eloquence peeled from her countenance; the mascara-streaked face she presents to us is that of woman not quite sane.

Her eyes, dark rimmed and wild, her mouth sans lipstick, wide open and emitting the most dreadful of screams; the overall effect is in fact unsettling.

Were it not 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.

Instead he continued all this while to enjoy himself immeasurably and thus the loud, relentless smacks and the ungodly howls they produced would continue unabated for quite some time yet.

It was a harrowing evening to say the least.

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