Chapter 11: Dance for Me

The words prompt him, "Choose a song?" he touches the iPod's old school dial flicking through the songs. He starts to realize a theme. All the songs are slow and sultry. He flicks through and picks the first song he recognizes. It starts playing through the speakers that seem to come down from the top of the iron columns that delineate their intimate cage. The words change telling him to dance.

Asher quickly starts doing a white guy two step as he tries to remember how the guys moved in the clubs he got dragged to by his friends his sophomore year in college. "This is so embarrassing." he mutters. His cheeks burn bright red as he just shuts his eyes trying to ignore where they are.

Evelyn starts to feel the arm and waist restraints loosen as they allow her to sit up and look at Asher. She makes sure to take it slow stretching out what she can. She takes advantage of his closed eyes to gently rub her tender tits before pulling his jacket up to cover herself better knowing she can't handle the pressure of her breasts being pressed against her bra. She sees him do a twirl and checks out his rather handsome features. She loves his long ivory hair pulled back in a ponytail and starts to see through all this chaos some of those hairs fall forward framing his face. His frame is lean but clearly toned a little under it all. The pants he wears accentuate his form. It's then she notices the word changes on the wall she's looking at and gulps saying loud enough for him, "Strip Asher."

That stops him dead in his tracks as his eyes open and he looks at her in surprise asking, "What did you say?" He notices she's sitting up and makes sure to keep two stepping to follow the instructions. He laughs, saying, "Oh, I don't think you would want to see me naked. I'm glad that you get to sit up and stretch a little!"

"No," She points to the wall behind him, "It's not me saying it."

He glances behind him and gulps. He goes for his shoes untying them and quickly sets them aside as the song changes over and he keeps trying to clumsily move to the beat. He flings his first sock off as fast as he can before the words change again with Evelyn reading it aloud, "Slowly Asher. It's a striptease not a race." Her face turns bright red as the lights in the room dim to warmer lights making the space feel more intimate. 

For a moment Asher freezes mid sock pull as he wonders how to do that? This wasn't something he had any idea how to do! He decides to slowly pull the second sock off knowing he could follow the slow instruction. Sock in hand he decides to set it on the bed as he faces Evelyn while he looks up into the corners saying, "I hope you enjoy this." He gazes at her asking, "Is it alright if I um… you know… strip for you?" He starts fumbling with his buttons on his shirt as his hips keep swaying slowly from side to side happy for the traction of bare feet.

Her eyes glance up and down his form asking, "Is it alright if you have me for an audience?" her eyes glance at his half open shirt then looks discretely away saying, "You know what I won't watch. It should make it easier for you."

That's when Asher sees text appear on the wall behind her and gives a sad smile. Part of him wanted the pressure off of him already knowing strangers gaze and wanting to keep her as removed from the crazy as possible but he says the words before him, "Evelyn watch my every move." He nods to the text on the wall behind. Then looks to her adding, "Yours are the only eyes I want on me." He gets the rest of his shirt undone. Rolling it off his shoulders the shirt falls to the floor revealing his undershirt. He decides to work on his belt slowly pulling it out before gently leading the buckle to be within her grasp.

Evelyn plays along and pulls the buckle end as he feigns trying to pull it back.

He turns his back to her shaking his butt her direction bending over a little before he tugs his undershirt up. It takes a moment to get it off before he tosses it her direction over his shoulder. She can't help but feel a rush as she catches his shirt and sneaks a whiff of it realizing she loves the mild scents he wears.

There was only pants and his briefs left. He undoes his fly before he shakes them down trying his best to be confident but all he wants to do is pull them back up. He decides to kick his pants aside as they were at the main attraction now. Asher shakes his hips from side to side looking over his shoulder at Evelyn. He sees his shirt still in her hands and feels a little extra confidence as he pulls his underwear down a little before pulling them back up for a moment before letting them fall to the ground.

At this point he glances at the bed behind him and backs it up a bit. He lets one hand caressing his sides and gives his ass a playful smack still not facing her as his other hand goes for the sock. He makes quick work of tucking his berries and stick into it before he turns around and bows. 

Evelyn can't help but let out a few shouts of encouragement at his moves and tries to hold back a chuckle at his sneaky move. Of course the words behind him prompt her to say, "No cheating strip it all off." She blushes but gives him a nod saying, "You are a very handsome man. You have nothing to be ashamed of Asher. Sock's got to go. They're not going to let you hide."

He shivers a little as he pulls the sock off and tries to keep his hands from covering himself as he looks to the corners again saying, "Alright tease is done! Let's get to another choice." He goes to put the iPod away as he sees at the bottom of the box a message just for him. His body clenches as he comes back over to Evelyn, the iPod still in his hands but behind his back.

"Everything alright?" She asks with worry as he comes back over. The music had stopped but the room remains dim. Asher reaches a hand out and touches the restraint on her right arm with his right hand. It releases from her wrist. There is a brief moment of relief before she sees Asher calmly hold his wrist out. The restraint clicks to his arm. "What are you doing?!" She asks as she sees his left hand go to touch her other hand that she pulls away.

"It's my turn to be in your place. They want another dance. This is the only way one of us gets a rest from these chains." He smiles trying to look calm as he touches her waist restraint then quickly her left wrist. Both release from her as the left wrist attaches to his. Both restraints are strong enough to lift him off the ground and bring him onto the bed to sit next to her.

"Y-You can't!" she declares not wanting to believe what is happening. There is some comfort in being restrained. She has no choice over what happens, but being able to move? Maybe having to do something to him while he's trapped. This wasn't right! The leg restraints release as his waist gets slowly held down. She doesn't move as the leg tethers seem to itch to reach Asher. "I don't mind! Put them back on me!" She looks up at the four upper corners of their space. She still holds the jacket to herself as Asher lets out a gasp.

Evelyn quickly gets off the bed as she realizes what that means. The leg restraints find and center him on the bed as her eyes start to water a little. "They shocked you didn't they? I'm sorry Asher!" She sees his exposed nude form and quickly takes his jacket and places it over his manhood quickly clasping her bra and fixing up her clothes.

"You don't have to be sorry. I hesitated before. I deserve it. Just remember we're both trapped. Together we'll get out." He sees the walls flash the demand for her to pick a song. "I'm sorry that you have to be on stage next." The arm and waist restraints loosen up now that they've sized him to the bed. He nervously sits up as he sees the words behind her telling him to not look away from her.

She uses the precious song choice moments to catch her breath and stretch her legs. She wonders how much these strangers know about her. She's glad she left Asher that jacket. She decides to pick a song that is a bit more aggressive and slow to give her the courage to dance. 

She looks up and sees Asher's eyes glued on her looking very nervous. "You're alright Asher. They made me stare at you as well. They're getting sneakier with their messages. Also you did a great job. I enjoyed your dance, your form." She decides to let her eyes gaze at him for a moment before gazing back into his eyes, "Never be ashamed of your form."

The music starts as she tries to shyly moves her shoulders fumbling with her buttons as she tries to just sway. It's then Asher speaks up saying, "Evelyn dance like I know you can. You know how to move in the boudoir." Asher raises a curious yet nervous brow as the song starts again. 

She shutters and closes her eyes refocusing. With how long they've been here, they knew her name. Probably searched the web to learn more about her. Of course she couldn't hide her hobbies from them. Her eyes half open as she comes over to the table sitting up on it. She whispers, "Sorry Asher…" Her hands run along her legs with a knowing confidence.

Asher wonders why she whispers sorry but realizes the situation he is in as his blood starts to rush just at her untying her shoes. He jumps a little as each shoe clinks to the floor. He thinks that a woman having more layers makes things less sexy, but that is proven wrong by Evelyn's dance. It's like opening a present that has a billion boxes before getting to the beautiful prize inside. She gets her pants and socks off early revealing her lace undies that match her bra he saw earlier. Getting to her feet she grinds her hips against the table as Asher does his best to try and keep himself cool but that is proving impossible.

Evelyn looks behind Asher seeing more words as she feels sorry for the poor handsome man. She moves quickly for him as she climbs up on the table and starts dancing on top of him as she moves her body up and down slowly teasing then peeling off her vest then shirt. She's down to only her undergarments. 

Asher wants a breather, wants his hands to reach up and caress her form. There is no hiding his arousal at her moves. He feels her hands press him down. He stays down as she releases the front clasp on her bra, letting it slide down her arms before she flings it away from them. Her eyes flash up at the words on the headboard as her body slinks against his before her breasts come to enclose his face. She finally slinks back. She gets her feet back on the ground as she turns away and slinks down her last piece kicking it away as she turns around letting her hand tease her form a little. Eyes closed her hands run down her sides towards her core before the song ends. 

As the song ends his eyes can't help but stay transfixed on her form, her hands. He sighs as her hands move away from her form. He manages to jerk his eyes up to her face as he sits back up trying to calm himself asking, "If you don't mind my asking, where did that come from?" 

She blushes deciding to pick up the first piece of clothing she finds, Asher's pants, to cover herself a little. "They figured out one of my little hobbies is boudoir and a little pole dancing. Nothing for competitions or anything. It's about being in tune with yourself."

"Aah," Asher tries to calm down as he smiles saying, "kinda wish I gave you a more intune show like you did for me." She goes over and picks up the iPod and sets it in the box. There is a note for her as she turns red. Taking the pants she puts them into the box with a few other clothing pieces. 

The box closes then opens again as she gathers more clothing on the floor and puts it into the box. That helps him cool down quickly as he asks, "Turning in all the clothes completes the task doesn't it?"

Evelyn nods her head as she starts slowing down picking up the clothes. Her shy and nervous side starts to show a little. He smiles at her saying, "I forgot to tell you. Your dance is breathtaking. It's the most beautiful thing I have ever seen." He can even see her shoulders turn a little red as he says, "It's worth being stuck here. Never be ashamed of your form Evi."

"You are quite the picture yourself Ash." she decides to accept the nicknames deciding to let everything forge them together rather than separate everything with awkwardness. With that she whips off the jacket covering him as she looks at his face saying with a grin, "Sorry."

It takes a few closes of the box, but when the final clothes are sent away the restraints start to pull Asher back down onto the bed. They realize their task is done and soon they were going to be in everyone's view again.