Yixing has set another theatre date for us. He figures a date in public spaces is his safest bet now that he's restricting himself from house calls, so he can, in his words, "steer way from temptation and entrapment". He's been rejecting my invitations to watch movies or read at home. I even deign to vist him at his boondocks home, but he's stubborn about not meeting in private as he assumed I'll take any such chance to jump him or tempt him. And he's right. 

I'm gonna try my darnest to weaken Yixing's no--till-we-date-officially resolve. If he thinks I can only seduce him in private spaces, he's got another thing coming!

***

"Yi...xing..." I whisper his name softly into his ear in my breathy voice when we meet at Theatre Q's foyer.

Yixing shudders and turns around, and his eyes widen as he sees me in my crimson lip makeup, "Hey Bo, aren't you a little too made up for theatre?" Yixing gulps. 

"Well, we're watching Evita. So I thought I'll wear red lipstick as a nod to Eva Peron." I lie. I'm wearing red lippie, solely to turn Yixing on. I know he has a thing for red lips. Previously when I wore red lipstick for a cocktail with him at a hidden writers bar, he couldn't keep his eyes off my lips and kept complimenting on how hot and y I looked that night. Followed by steamy at the back of my limo after drinks.

"Could you coat check for me before we enter?" I smile coyly at Yixing.

I turn my back to him and slip off my trench coat to him and expose my backless white dress to him. I deliberately take my time to turn back around so Yixing can feast his eyes on my exposed back and my derrière in my tight, fitted dress. I turn around and see Yixing run his eyes down my body, probably letting his imagination run wild as he figures out if I'm wearing any lingerie under such a low-back, fitted dress. Yixing also has a for girls dressed in white.

I meet Yixing's lecherous gaze and I deliberately bite my lower lip in full view of him and return his gaze with a come hither look. But he recovers and smirks, "I see what you are doing, Bo. Good try. I'm enjoying your little show. But it ain't gonna work!"

"I have no idea what you are talking about!" I answer back flirtatiously and proceed into the theatre.

***

During the first half of the musical, I was up to all sorts of hijinks. I pull my hair to one side so I can expose my neck to Yixing. The nape of my neck has been his kryptonite. But tonight his eyes are trained to the front, intently concentrating on the stage. I deliberately hitched my skirt up higher so I'll flash a lot of leg. I tried playing footsie with Yixing, brushing my leg against his calves as I crossed my legs. I even pretended to drop my programme sheet into his lap so I'll have a excuse to caress his crotch. But Yixing's reflexes were too quick for me! He deftly crossed his legs away from me when he felt my legs brush up against him. Then he swiftly picked up and returned my programme sheet before my hands even reach his lap. And no matter how much I flaunted my legs and touched my own thighs to draw his attention to them, he remains stoic. Curses!

It's intermission. Time for drastic measures.

I head to the ladies to freshen up and remove my white lacey g-string, and head back in.

Good, Yixing is already back in his seat. Before he can get up to give way, I quickly squeeze past him to get to my seat and once I'm strategically infront of him, I pretend to loose my footing and fall on him, sitting squarely on his crotch. "Oopsie!" I grind my -less crotch on Yixing's groin and arch my against him, granting him an eyeful of my perky derrière, as I slowly get up and take my seat next to him. I sit down and Yixing looks at me balefully and crosses his leg and places his programme sheet strategically across his lap. He's trying to hide his ! Yes!

I lean into his ears and whisper, "let's ditch the second half", as I open my purse and retrieve my shed g-string and tuck it into Yixing's pants pocket, letting my hand caress and squeeze his strong muscular thigh as I pull my hand away. 

"What is it?" Yixing asks in a restrained voice as his hands reach into his pocket. He pulls out the lacey thong and realizes what it is and quickly tucks it back in.

"I'm not wearing anything underneath my dress right now... No bra, no ..." I breathe into Yixing's ear seductively and deliberately let my lips brush the shell of his ear.

"" Yixing hisses.

"Yes. me baby. I want you...to me haard...Yixing" I coo into his ear.

Yixing cups his hand over my mouth and hisses, "quit teasing!", then he pulls me up by my hand and drags me out of the theatre. Yes!

***