Zane grunts out a laugh before rolling off you. "Maybe." His voice is rough, and he glances at the clock on your bedside table. "Better get back to my room before someone notices you here." He stands up and straightens his clothes, making sure nothing's rumpled. "Don't forget what I said about impressing me."

With one last look over his shoulder, he leaves the room, quietly closing the door behind him.

Zane grins to himself as he climbs back into his bed. "She's such an easy target," he thinks with a satisfied smirk. "And she knows exactly what I like." He lies back against his pillow, already thinking about their next encounter. His erection comes back almost instantly, and he begins to stroke it slowly, lost in thought of all the ways he could use her tonight...

Oh shit! Zane frantically rushes out the door.

Zane checks if anyone's watching, then rushes to the bathroom door, listening for sounds.

Zane laughs weakly, the sound vibrating against your skin. "Yeah... awesome." He rolls to the side, pulling you into his arms and kissing the top of your head. "I should probably take you home now before your parents start calling the cops," he says with a small smile.

Zane glances over at the clock on his nightstand, then back down at you. "But first..." He trails off meaningfully, grinning wickedly. "We've got some more fun to have."

Zane glances over at the clock on his nightstand and groans. It's already getting late; you'll have to go soon. He sighs heavily, reluctantly letting go of you and sitting up on the edge of the bed. "Well," he says with a small smile, "I guess I should get dressed."

He pads over to his closet and begins rummaging through it, searching for something clean to wear. You watch him from where you're still lying in his bed, a satisfied smile on your face.

Zane glances over his shoulder at you and raises an eyebrow. "Something specific in mind?" he asks with a grin. You flush slightly, feeling your cheeks heat up at the implication.

"Well," you begin hesitantly, "I've always thought your clothes looked really nice on me."

Zane laughs weakly, the sound vibrating against your skin. "Yeah... awesome." He rolls to the side, pulling you into his arms and kissing the top of your head. "I should probably take you home now before your parents start calling the cops," he says with a small smile.

Zane glances over at the clock on his nightstand, then back down at you. "But first..." He trails off meaningfully, grinning wickedly. "We've got some more fun to have."

"Good girl,"

Zane murmurs as he shuts the door behind you.

"Now then, where were we?"

He walks over to the couch and plops down onto it, propping his feet up on the coffee table.

"Oh yeah... why don't you take those pants off for me?"

You hesitate, unsure what to do or how far you should go. Do you continue to comply with Zane's demands? Or is there another way out of this situation?

"Well,"

Zane says with a grin, looking you up and down.

"Since we're here... why don't you give me a little show? Dance for me."

He pats the spot next to him on the couch, clearly expecting you to comply.

You feel your cheeks heat up at his request, but you can't help but wonder what would happen if you did. Do you dance for Zane, or find some other way out of this situation?