This time, I'm serious

I should have said narwhal

Jas stood in the dressing room, fixing her makeup, when she heard the door open, then close, then lock.

Footsteps approached her from behind.

"Do I get my sexy chair dance, now?"

Jas felt Bruno's hands wrapping around her waist from behind, as he planted kisses up her neck.

She shuddered. "So what, all you had to do was behave for ten minutes? I don't know if you deserve it"

He chuckled.

"I'll go first then."

Jas turned around. "Really?! Would you actually? Go all Magic Mike on me?"

He laughed. "I... honestly... I saw that movie. And I thought he looked like a legend so I learned a few routines on youtube."

Jas felt all the colour drain from her face, while simultaneously rushing back into her face. "Wait... so..."

Her mouth fell open as Bruno pulled out one of the chairs in the dressing room, motioning for her to sit in it.

"Bit weird without music... but... anyway."

He shrugged and focused his gaze on the chair, walking towards it slowly. When he reached it, he sensually reached around her, holding the back of the chair, moving his hips rhythmically as he took his shirt off.

Holy fucking shit.

Jas had danced with Bruno before. Hell, she had fucked Bruno many times. But she had no idea he could move like this.

His hands firmly gripped the back and arm of the chair. The muscles in his arms tensed as he lifted himself into the air, into a handstand.

A bead of sweat dripped down from his back to his neck as his core engaged, and it was all Jas could do to stop herself from crash-tackling him and licking it off.

After a few more sensual twists and acrobatics, he lowered himself to the ground, looking to see her reaction.

She just sat, open-mouthed, trying not to lose her shit.

"Thoughts?" he grinned at her.

She couldn't do anything. She just stared at him. She could feel her nippled pressing at the fabric of her dress. She already knew she was going to have to change underwear.

May as well return the favour then.

She reached for his hand, and he pulled her up. She immediately pushed him back into the chair.

She walked a few steps back, before slowly strutting toward him. He bit his lip, grinning at her, clearly enjoying the absolute silence he'd struck her with.

As she reached him, Jas immediately turned around, swinging her hips slowly and bending over, dragging her nails up the backs of her thighs, showing him exactly how little effort he'd need to get under her dress.

"Holy shit" Bruno moaned.

She swayed rhythmically in front of him, before turning back to face him, dropping low and pushing his knees apart. She ran her hands up his legs, less doing a chair dance and more just giving him an honest-tp-god lap dance. She stood, leaning over him, holding the back of the chair, and rolled her body in waves up and down in front of him, just barely missing him. threw everything she had at him, slowly, seductively, sensually winding her way around the chair that just so happened to have him in it. She thought she'd feel more awkward... but she was so fucking horny that it honestly just felt like foreplay.