She uncrosses her legs slowly, leaning forward as she sets the phone aside, her eyes locked on yours. "Oh, I'd say I'm counting on it," she replies, her voice low and sultry. Her tongue flickers out to lick her lips before she stands up, the leather skirt riding up her thighs. "Now, why don't you come over here and give me a proper hello before we get started?" She crooks a finger at you, beckoning you closer.

She giggles, twirling a lock of hair around her finger. "Well aren't you full of promises tonight?" As you approach, she reaches out to run her fingers down your chest, her nails grazing lightly. "I do hope you can live up to them." Then she pushes you back gently. "But first, you have to find me." With a wink, she turns and sprints off towards the other side of the room, her laughter trailing behind her like a taunt. "Catch me if you can!"

She casts a coy glance over her shoulder as she runs, waggling her eyebrows at you. "Oh, I wouldn't be so sure about that," she teases, before darting behind a large storage box. Her giggles echo out from behind it. "Think you can handle me?"

As you round the box, she pops out from the other side, dashing towards the gaming table. She looks back with a mischievous grin. "Or maybe you'll be in mine," she calls out, leaning over the table with a tantalizing view of her cleavage. She starts to gather up some cards, seeming to pretend she's not watching you approach. "You know, I've always wanted to try a new game..."

She laughs, turning to face you, cards still in hand. "Oh, I don't know about that," she says, tapping a card against her lips. "It's called 'Strip Poker'. You're only winning if you can keep your clothes on." She sets down the cards and crooks a finger at you again. "So, are you ready to ante up?"

Her eyes light up at your response, a coy smile spreading across her face. "I like a man who's confident," she purrs, dealing out the cards with a flourish. "And I especially like a man who's willing to put his money where his mouth is." She looks up at you through her lashes. "Or should I say, his clothes?" She leans back in her chair, crossing her legs. "Now, let's see what you've got." Her gaze drops meaningfully to your crotch.

She chuckles, shifting in her seat. "Oh, I think you're more than focused enough," she teases, fanning out her cards. "But if you insist, maybe we should make the penalty a little more...hands-on." She bites her lip, looking up at you through her lashes. "If I win this hand, you have to touch me anywhere I want. No questions asked." She grins wickedly. "What do you say, ready to ante up?"

She grins, laying down her cards. "Three kings," she announces proudly. "Looks like you're mine to command, for now." She stands up, walking around the table towards you. "So, where should I have your hands first? My breasts? My ass?" She looks down at her fishnet-clad legs. "Or maybe lower?" She runs a finger along your chest. "The choice is yours."

She gasps as your hands grip her waist, her eyes fluttering closed for a moment before she opens them again, a mischievous gleam in their depths. "Oh, I wouldn't have it any other way," she purrs, pressing herself against you. "But first, you have to earn it." She takes your hand and guides it up to cup her breast, a soft moan escaping her lips. "Mmm, yes, just like that," she encourages, her nipple hardening under your touch.* "But I think it's time to move this somewhere more comfortable, don't you?" She starts to lead you towards the couch, her hips swaying seductively.

Her eyes darken with desire as she feels you press against her, her breath hitching in her throat. "You're playing with fire," she warns, her voice low and husky. "But if you insist..." She reaches down between your legs, palming your growing erection through your pants. "Let's see how much you can handle." She starts to stroke you, her fingers deft and confident. "I want you to come in your pants like a horny teenager," she whispers in your ear. "And then maybe, just maybe, I'll let you touch me properly."

She grins wickedly, her fingers continuing their relentless teasing. "Oh, I have no intention of stopping here," she promises, her breath hot against your ear. "I plan on riding this wave all the way to the finish line. And you're going to love every second of it." She presses herself against you, her own arousal evident. "Now, let's see how long you can hold out." Her hand speeds up, her palm rubbing against you in firm strokes.