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walked.  He watched her approach, bobbing to the thundering beat.  Lisa reached him and ran her hands down his powerful arms.  She danced downwards, running her chin across his abdomen, she her head was directly in front of his crotch.  She blow on the zipper of his blue jeans like it was a birthday candle, and then swayed back up.
    The boy seemed entranced.  After a moment, he swung an arm around her waist, and bodily lifted her off the ground.  She squealed excitedly, and wrapped her legs around him.  She started to bounce against him, and could feel his bulge growing.
    The Master spoke in her mind.  “Tell him what he wants to hear.”
    Still wrapped around him, she put her lips to his ear.  “Take me outside,” she said huskily.  “I want to suck your cock.”  She felt him harden.  “Take me into the alley and fuck my face.”
    He wrapped his hands around her hips and placed her back on the floor.  He wrapped his strong fingers around his wrist and started heading to the back door of Velvet.  She found herself laughing happily, excited by what was happening.
    It was an exceptionally warm night for September, and the door thundered open, disturbing the silence of the alley.  The college boy turned as the metal door slammed behind them and passionately kissed Lisa.  She had to rise on her tip toes, and in the wedges, but she fell against his strong chest.  She ran her hands over his muscular back, and then rolled back on her heels, away from him.  He stood there, entranced, his eyes still closed, his hand on the small of her back, trying to entice her forward again.
    Lisa felt suddenly powerful, in a way that was unfamiliar and electric.  She grabbed him by the hips, and pivoted, spinning him around, so that his back was now towards the club.  Then she shoved him with both hands on his chest, and he stumbled back against the wall, and looked at Lisa shocked.
    “You’re not afraid of me, are you?” she asked as she stepped forward.  She stepped forward, deliberately placing one of her legs between his, like she was going to knee him in the balls.  Instead, she began messaging his erection with the bare skin of her thigh.  She reached up, and pulled his head down and kissed him again, tasting the whiskey on his breath.  She playfully nipped at his lip.
    “Hey,” he said hoarsely.
    “Oh,” she said, running a hand down him.  “Was that bad?”  She began to undo the buckle on his belt.  “Don’t you want me to be bad?”  She undid his jeans, and reached inside, wrapping her fingers around his shaft, teasing him out of his underwear.  He looked skyward and sighed happily.  Lisa held him, and pressed herself against him, gently stroking.  “You’re going to let me bite your lip if I want, aren’t you?  Because you want me to be gentle with this thick dick of yours.”
    He nodded.
    “So if I want to, I don’t know,” she purred as she ran her hand up under his shirt, over the strong muscles of his abdomen, across his broad chest, “Pinch your nipples,” and he gasped as she did, “You’ll let me, because if you do, I’m going to be very nice to your cock.”  He nodded, and she smiled.  She kept stroking his length as her free hand ran across him, and she pulled his jeans down, fully exposing his firm ass.  He squirmed a little as his bare skin touched the cold brick building.  Lisa felt a jolt of excitement as he did.  There was something about controlling this boy, the type that never would have noticed her a week ago, which was giving her a new, fiercer pleasure than she had ever known.
    She kissed his neck, his collar bone, the fabric of the shirt half covering his chest, his bare navel, and the defined strong line of his hip, until she reached the base of his penis.  She moistened her full bottom lip with her tongue, and then teased her way op the length of him, up and down, with the faintest touch of her lips, two, three times.  Finally, she kissed the tip,