The Seducer & The Seducee
Chapter Four: You're My Personal High Class Stripper
Chapter Summary: Damon's had a bad day, can a little bit of modeling do him good?
Damon sighed angrily and sat down on his bed, he had spent another night searching for his douchebag of a brother because he was missing and as much as he hated to admit it, he missed his baby bro.
In result of looking for Stefan, he had gotten a stake in the arm and a vervain gash on his bicep. Oh and a bunch of cuts that had vervain dripped into them. Nope, not a good day at all.
Elena locked her black SUV and unlocked the Salvatore's front door; she knew Damon was inside because his baby blue Ferrari was in the driveway. Singing to herself gaily, she swung the large raspberry coloured BCBG tote bag that Damon gave her a summer ago.
She knocked softly on the door, and she heard a dejected voice call out, "Come in, 'Lena"
Elena pushed open the door and ran to Damon: wanting to give him a big bear hug because she missed him. But then suddenly stopped when she saw that Damon had an assortment of cuts that had dried blood around them and a almost-filled in whole left in his arm.
"Damon! You need some blood!" Elena screamed shrilly and then she bent down to pull out the mini fridge that was filled with flasks of blood and she picked out his favourite, AB negative.
She flipped the cap and dripped some of it down his throat, he swallowed and she continued to gently feed him the rest of the blood.
"What were you doing? Why are you hurt?" Elena asked, she saw his cuts heal and she gave him a hug.
"I was trying to find Stefan, you know, he's missing" Damon said unhappily
"Oh Damon," she said holding his hand, " He's okay, didn't he tell you? He came through my window just before I got in my car to come here. He wants to take time to renew, to redeem himself"
Damon stared and suddenly the feeling of sadness and worriment left him. Elena smiled gently at him,
"If you are up for it, I think you need some cheering up."
She grabbed his hand and literally dragged him to sit on the cushioned chair in front of the dresser.
She patted his arm and then took off her grey puffy winter coat, underneath; she was wearing a naughty school girl outfit.
Damon's eyes widened and he began to get hard. She whispered one more thing to him, "No touching at ALL or you don't get any of this after" Elena said putting his hand on her ass, then she kissed his palm before moving it back to his side.
Damon nodded and Elena dimmed the lights, Damon sure was one lucky bastard.
Elena began to move her hips sexily and placed her high heeled foot on the wooden dresser giving Damon perfect view of her ruby coloured panties. She began to gently massage her leg and then stole a glance at Damon, he was watching all right. His eyes were glued to what she was doing.
She shimmied her hips again and then lifted her foot back down to the ground. She turned Damon's chair so the back of it was flush against the dresser. Damon was now facing the board on the foot of his bed, Elena climbed on the bed and spread her legs wide flashing Damon who was now licking his lips lightly.
Her hand danced over her breast and one hand down to her heat. She moved so she was leaning against the headboard and then began to rub her hand over her center. She moaned and her breathing became quicker, she moved her hand faster; loving the friction of her underwear against herself.
She mini-orgasmed against her hand and Damon inhaled sharply, he could smell her arousal.
She grinned saucily at him and began to crawl to the foot of the bed and turned over on her stomach putting her ass proudly in the air so Damon could see her underwear again.
She then hopped off the bed and began to unbutton her already cleavage baring white dress shirt that was tied at her belly button. She takes it off completely letting it slide to the ground and shimmies off her blue plaid skirt.
Damon is rock hard in his jeans at the sight of Elena in a black and red push up bra with black underwear and black fuck-me heels.
She tilts her head and looks at his pants, "Poor baby, all hard in his pants"
Damon just stares up at her and she moves closer to him wrapping a long leg around the chair and pulling him close to her center. She kisses his neck and strokes his hair and shoulder lightly, she also begins to grind against him furiously.
She then gracefully stepped off Damon and Damon whimpers in need, she begins to dance again in front of him.
She unsnaps her bra and flings it in his face laughing quietly, she then begins to move her ass against Damon's crotch, giving him a lap dance.
He groans gutturally, unhappy that he couldn't touch her but he remembered her warning.
Soon Damon orgasmed in his pants, Elena stripped off his jeans and pressed his erection to her heat. She moaned heavily as Damon began to massage her breasts, wanting her to feel pleasure like she had given him.
After several hours of making love, Damon poured them both flutes of champagne and said six words:
"You're My Personal High Class Stripper" Damon said with satisfaction dripping off his voice.
Well there wasn't really any smut in this chapter but there was like stripperish antics? So guys please request something okay? BYE! Ps- I updated with two chapters today, TWO!