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the reason as to why I’m here,” he told her. “I need your advice on something. Badly, Nicole.”
    Shaking her head with a long, resigned sigh, Nicole unlocked and opened the door that stood between them; almost gasping outright as she beheld the vision of a man transformed.
    Obviously, she mused, Spyder had taken the time to change in the changing room after all; trading in his stage outfit for a long, sleek pleather coat that fell well past his knees.
    “Um, nice wrap,” she offered, fixing him with a sideways gaze as she ushered him inside and closed and locked the door behind him.  “Now, what all important essay question do you have for me at one in the a.m.?”
    Spyder bit his lip.
    “Well actually this question relates to my other career—you know, the music thing,” he corrected her. “As a female fan, I really need your opinion on my new stage costume. I designed it myself, with the sole intent of teasing and pleasing the ladies.”
    Plopping down on the modest, wood paneled day bed that formed the center of her living area, Nicole rolled her eyes heavenward as she told him, “Well somehow I think your model groupies may have been better qualified to pass judgment on your smexy costume choices. But since you’ve come all this way to get my apparently crucial viewpoint, I guess I’ll have a look see.”
    Meeting her words with a devilish white toothed smile, Spyder used slow, deliberate moves to unbutton the coat; finally whipping it open with a slick, smooth flourish to show her his new costume.
    “One that could come dangerously close to doubling as his birthday suit,” she mused, gasping outright as Spyder revealed his body to her.
    Her rebellious gaze took a leisurely walk down the length of his tall muscled form; pausing to admire his chiseled bronzed pecs, his taut washboard abs and his long, trim legs.
    She also admired the way that his long, silken waves of ebony hair cascaded across his bare bulging shoulders and down his planed back. Indeed, the only part of his gorgeous sculpted body that remained a mystery lie somewhere in between these especially distinguished features; and this evening this apparently long, hard feature came encased in a G-string of ebony silk that showed it off to best effect.
    “Do you like?” Spyder asked her, voice soft and sultry. “I mean, I hope you do. I designed my new costume to appeal to the female gaze; so now when I thrust my hips and gyrate, they’ll really get the message.”
    With these words he thrust his hard, trim hips forth in a single smooth gyration, flexing his pecs and rolling his chiseled abs as he watched close for her reaction.
    Nicole pursed her lips.
    “Spyder,” she said finally, even as her ardent gaze continued to devour him, “Can I take a crazy guess and assume that you’re trying to seduce me?”
    Spyder let loose with a low, smooth chuckle that sent shivers down her spine.
    “Uh huh, sure am,” he affirmed.
    Nicole nodded.
    “Yeah well it worked,” she released on a sigh, adding as she beckoned to him, “Get over here, Sexy.”
    Soon Nicole stared down in sheer wonder as her seductive rocker fell to his knees before her; kissing and licking his way up her strong legs as his warm, soft hands worked his way beneath her nightgown to massage her fully made hips.
    Throwing her head back, she parted her thighs with a drunken grin as he leaned his body inward; kissing and nipping her sensitive thighs as the smooth tendrils of his long dark hair caressed her skin.
    “Relax baby,” he growled, adding as he leaned still farther inward, “I want to satisfy that wild desire I’ve sensed within you since the moment we met. Let me make you feel good.”
    Eager to fulfill this sensual promise, Spyder surged upward to seize the border of her white cotton panties in flawless white teeth and drag them down the length of her legs; returning to the site of her desire to lay a resounding lick across the surface of her feminine