While they were all busy eating and chatting about business, politics, and other deadly boring topics Kaitlyn could care less about since none of it affected her directly, she implemented her plan for tonight’s entertainment.  Sliding down just slightly in her chair, she stretched one leg out in front of her, and found Soren’s feet under the table.  She focused on innocently eating her dinner while her pointed toes rubbed the inside of his ankles, then slowly circled up one of his legs inch by inch.  

When her foot’s exploration reached his lap, she was surprised to feel a strong hand grab her foot.  So surprised, in fact, that she almost yelped aloud.  Her eyes met his, and she was stunned to find the exact same casual smile on his face.  His eyes sparkled darkly at her.  His hand then confidently guided her foot to his crotch, where she felt the fabric encased bulge of his long hard cock press and throb against the length of her sole.

Damn, he didn’t look the least bit thrown by her moves!  Now what was she going to do to make the rest of the night even mildly interesting?  It didn’t look like he was going to be thrown off track in the least with a little game of footsie under the dinner table, and her parents were still droning on and on about the latest stock market trends.

Apparently, Soren had an idea for entertainment though as he gently lifted and lowered her foot against the hard bulge of his cock.  The friction against her strong dancer’s foot sent strange chills straight up her legs.  It seemed to echo in an answering throb within her heated pussy.

“So Kaitlyn, I’m sure we’re boring you to death with all this business talk,” Soren said.  “Why don’t you tell me a bit about yourself?  I’m sure that having such a savvy business man for a father must have inspired you to such accomplishments as well?”

Great, Kaitlyn thought, I guess the tables have been turned on me. 

She cleared her throat.  “Actually no.  I am a dancer.”

“Mm, that sounds charming.  You dance professionally on stage?”

“No.  I’m a member of my college’s Demon Dazzlers dance team.  We just perform at, uh… games, competitions, and in our annual recital each spring.”  Kaitlyn tried to pull her foot back now, finding it much too difficult to carry on a conversation in front of her parents while trying to ignore the continued friction her foot was making against this man’s crotch.

“I am a fan of the arts, actually.  I very much enjoy seeing ballets and other such performances on stage.  Perhaps you can tell me more about your team someday.  I would be interested in sponsoring their trips and performances.”

“Oh, you’d have to talk to our team captain about that.” 

Suddenly she could have sworn that she heard him whispering to her, though his smile never moved.

Touch yourself, she heard his voice whisper.

She took a sip of her water.  She must be hearing things now, for she knew she hadn’t seen his mouth move, yet she plainly heard his voice as if his lips were whispering directly beside her ear.

Touch yourself.  Pleasure yourself.

Now?  she thought, unsure of why she was even responding inside her mind.  Yes, she was definitely losing her grip on reality tonight.