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Fortunately, none of the men seemed to mind, so that was good.
    She walked across to the tub, feeling just the tiniest bit self-conscious, and both Trevellyan and Merrick stretched out their hands to help her climb in.
    “Thank you,” she said, climbing over the side, stepping off the seat onto the base, and moving to an empty section of the circular tub.
    She sank under the water, glad for the bubbles to hide her body somewhat, but also conflicted because she would have liked a better view of the men’s toned torsos. She smiled at the contrariness of her thoughts.
    “What are you thinking?” asked Merrick staring at her.
    “Just that I like the bubbles covering me, but I’d rather see you without them,” she replied.
    “Oh, can do,” said Vaughan, jumping out of the water with a splash and turning to face her full on. He postured and posed, moving this way and that like a runway model, hiding his cock with his hand one minute, wiggling his hips in a way she was coming to recognize as his trademark in the next, and finally standing with his hands on his hips and his cock thrust out at her.
    “Very nice,” she said with a huge grin at his attitude.
    “I’m glad you like it.”
    “Are you going next?” Trevellyan asked her in a husky tone.
    “Oh, I rather think you two should go first. After all, you’re the hosts here.”
    Trevellyan and Merrick exchanged glances then stood up, much more quietly than Vaughan and without any splashing, and began moving their bodies together. It didn’t take Evelyn more than a few moments to realize this was a well-rehearsed dance routine they’d done many times before, although likely not naked, in a hot tub!
    They rotated slowly, bumping hips then knocking asses, moving slowly and steadily, until they were back where they’d begun. It was an intensely erotic little dance, though without overt sexual moves. No hands on cocks, or lewd gestures, just clever use of body language to hint at more than they were demonstrating.
    When they sat down again, she clapped for them and asked, “That was incredible. When did you learn it?”
    “About a year ago the company had a talent night, and everyone had to perform an item. I knew right away I was fucked, as I can’t sing, or play the guitar, or recite Shakespeare, or anything,” said Trevellyan.
    “Then Vaughan had the idea to ask a stripper he knows to teach him a PG-13 dance. They only had an hour or so together, but Trevellyan caught on fast and was good enough not to disgrace himself on the night,” added Merrick.
    “Your stripper also taught you that hip wiggle,” said Evelyn to Vaughan.
    “The lady is a smart one indeed. Yes, he did. We can all do the dance, and it’s been damn useful at a couple of weddings we got dragged to as well,” added Vaughan.
    “Hell, yes,” confirmed Trevellyan.
    “Now it’s your turn,” ordered Merrick.
    All right, Mr. Bossy was being true to character. Well, she was feeling very aroused. There was nothing like three naked hunks to get her juices flowing. So she’d give them each a not-quite lap-dance. Although she hadn’t been taught by a stripper, she’d learned it from a video for a bit of fun.
    She imagined the soundtrack playing in her head, and began to dance, moving toward first Vaughan, then Trevellyan, then Merrick. As the music intensified in her mind, she stepped back and forth, to the right and left, letting her body sway to the beat only she could hear. She straddled first Merrick, leaning in to his body so her nipples just brushed his chest, then stepped back.
    After dancing a little more, she did the same to Trevellyan, and then to Vaughan. Finally, she dropped a light kiss on each muscular chest as she did a last sashay past them, before dropping back into the water in her original place in the tub, shrugging her shoulders and flicking her long hair back off her face.
    “Whew! Is it suddenly hot in here?” asked Merrick, fanning his face with one hand.
    “Yup,”