Lance was fairly certain she was doing it on purpose. Though disguised by the strobe overhead, her derriere was rocking suggestively against his front as they danced.

When her bump and grind continued to both bump and grind Lance stilled her movements with firm hands on hips. Even he had limits. Curling over he breathed against her ear, “Tease,” though the lick that followed softened the censure.

“Not,” she smiled, even as restlessly roaming hands gave lie to the denial.

His incredulous huff gave her chills.

In response, she settled her hands atop his and twisted. He’d certainly admired her figure in the scrap of skirt, but it hadn’t mattered that it was a single piece of material wrapped around and tied at a side. Now she’d slid it around until the tie moved to the back.

She widened her stance with a shimmy and an expectant look.

His gaze caught on the slit that separated below the bow even as the rest remained in place… covering despite the triangular gap in material growing slightly wider as she slid her legs apart.

“Aw, fucking… Hot.”

“And convenient?” she prompted, dragging a nail up his zipper before dragging the zipper down.



Lance is more of a "What? Now? Alright." kinda guy than an exhibitionist, but it all ends up in the same place. Hah.