A warm June night; an empty house courtesy of Ciára though the stripper pole won’t be used this night anyway though I am sure Marie as the only guest in this empty home would be more than flexible to try it. This night has been a build-up of repressed sexual tension over the months, from stories, interactions with each other and the usual sexual shenanigans that come from being friends with our particular social group, thus this is going to be long and drawn out to the very limits of both involved. When Marie arrives for the night, there will be the normal warm welcome and showing off of one’s home, a glass of white wine perhaps to heighten the mood that goes with the friendly banter and chatting of this and that before the atmosphere of the room shifts. Like the snap of fingers, Ciára’s demeanour switches and she gives a single command to strip, her tone and facial expression brooking no argument, Marie her cheeks flushed from both the wine and her taught on what the night entitled would just nod and follow the command, the positions for the night set and clear now. Ciára would just smile and lean against the counter, sipping at the wine occasionally while watching the show and enjoying the control she had over another as well as the sight of Marie. Those unneeded clothes were tossed aside quickly, t-shirt, skirt, bra and panties till she stood fully nude in all her tender beauty before Ciára, biting her lip while resisting the urge to just hop the alluring large busted woman before her. Ciára on the other hand took her time, running her eyes over every inch of Marie, savouring the moment before nodding and beckoning with her finger as she headed upstairs for the real fun now with Marie in tow.