Miss Jackson {b.u.}

{89}

Brendon's 28th birthday:
I rented out the bar before Brendon's birthday there tonight. I had a little special surprise for him. Something he really enjoyed and it was unexpected. I looked at myself in the mirror. My hair was messy, but curled. I had this light brown, shiny eyeshadow on. Eyeliner lining my lid and a pink matte lipstick. My eyebrows were done, I had lashes on and my face—well, whole body was shimmering. I wore a green bra. Straps wrapping above my stomach and crossing. In between the cups, there was a gold accessory placed in the middle. My shorts were basically laced underwear that was black, but still they looked like booty shorts. On the front of the laced shorts was a belt that was attached to the front with small gold chains and blue sparkles. On the sides were small blue and green ruffles that were straightened out and had glitter in them. I took a deep breath and walked out of the room. I walked by the speaker and pressed play. Brendons eyes trailed me. I stood by the entrance of the bar area, which was cleared out from renting it. Brendon sat in a lone chair, hands tied behind the chair, a backwards hat on, a chain on, his shirt off. And, he was manspreading. When I heard the song began, I placed my hands above my head in a praying motion and began walking out into the dim lighting. With each beat bounced my chest up and down, trying to remember the dance that I learned in class. I twisted my hands as my arms moved down in front of me. I made it in front of him. My hands turned my head to the left and my body followed. I put my hands on my knees and bent down, tossing my head back, coming back up and tossing my arms back to the beat, grinding my body in the air. The music was loud and echoed through the whole bar. I tossed my arm to the side and turned to fully face Brendon. I walked up closer to him, still continuing to dance. I could see his eyes trailing my body, biting his lip and trying not to break free from the chair. I backed up again and once the chorus hit, I strutted toward him

"I'm tellin' ya to loosen up my buttons babe. (uh-huh)."

I pressed my hands against my breasts and walked an inch and took them off, walking closer. I pressed my hands against the back of my head and stopped for one second. I arched my back and my fingers ran down to the ends of my hair. I tossed my hips side to side. I strutted behind him to the beat, letting the song continue as I pulled the blindfold up off the ground and pulled it around his eyes, "Joanne please dont blindfold me...it isn't fair."

I didn't answer and finished tying the blindfold. My hand trailed his upper back, trailing down his arm. Brendon tilted his head back. I walked back behind him and let my hands run down his chest. He was getting anxious, nervous. I walked back around and sat myself on his lap, dancing to the beat. As I was halfway through the lap dance part of the dance I learned, I could feel Brendon becoming hard under me. But it just proves that i'm doing good, right?

"my god, Joanne. Get me out of this chair before I do it myself."

I got up off of his lap and pushed my pointer finger against his lips, shushing him. My hands trailed up his arm and back to the blindfold and whispered in his ear, "how do you ask?"

"Please, untie me, darling."

I slowly untied the blindfold. The song was continuing and it was almost time for the next part. I carried the blindfold with me to the front and tossed it to the side. I turned to the side and Brendon kept his eyes on me as I felt up my body and pushed against my breasts, then bent down to the ground and felt up my body again. I quickly placed my hand on my knees and squatted down, arching my back as if I were going to do another dance move, but then straightened my back and ran my fingers up my neck and through my hair as my chest went up and down to the beat. I turned to face Brendon again and dropped to the ground on my one knee, letting the other to the side and slowly sliding it back to my as my hands ran through my hair. I bent my knees underneath me and slapped my hands against my thighs, then moving my arms out as waved them to the sides of me. I quickly kicked my leg out and turned to face the ceiling and pressed my hands against the floor, pushing me up. My other knee still bent. My left leg kicked up and I slid down and swung my head, which flipped my hair around. I put my right hand behind me as I grinded in the air again, pulling myself back up and the song came to an end.