Secrets Will Kill You: The Sequel

Death Sentence

“Where are we now?” I asked.

I looked at Dean who was standing beside me wearing a suit and a red tie. “What are you wearing?” he asked, amused.

I looked down at myself and saw my stomach was showing but the top was cut like an upside down V and it went down my sides, hugging my sides of my curves. My legs were bare since this thing was almost like a bathing suit and it was red, sparkly and had bead dangly things hanging from it. I was also in heels.

“What the hell?”

Then, I looked back up at him. “You look hot” he said, bluntly, grinning.

I rolled my eyes. But, then we heard cheering. I looked around the set we were around. “Dean…I think we’re on Dancing With the Sexes” I said, incredulous.

“What?” he said in disbelief.

Then, a curtain pulled up and we both froze as we were revealed to a big audience who was screaming and cheering. “Dean, Melissa! Come on out here!” the host, Jerry, said into the mic as he was out on the dance floor.

We slowly, absentmindedly started to move forward over to him. We saw Sam and Brit over at the judges table with a shocked, confused look. “Now, are you two ready to dance some tango? Lets do it!” he said and headed off the floor.

“Okay, do you know how to tango? Cause I sure don’t” I hissed at him.

He smirked and wiggled his eyebrows at me and I gave him a shocked look and I was taken back, especially when the lights dimmed and he took my hand and pulled me in quickly so our faces were inches apart. He put his hand on my waist and my hand went to his shoulder as I wrapped my leg around his. Then, music started. I spun around Dean, keeping a light touch on him the whole time and when I got to facing him again, I put my back to his front, he put his hand on my stomach and I took his other hand and held it out as we both started to walk. Then, he spun me around quickly and pulled me close to his chest. As we danced the tango together, I could just feel the sexual tension rising between us, that part was just inevitable. I could not believe he knew what he was doing though…and I was completely turned on.

We ended the dance with me leaning back over his knee and the crowd was going wild. Then we got judged. Sam gave us the lowest score which was an 7...he would. But he got booed so it was okay. And after that, Brit and Sam had to do a commercial about genital herpes…and then after that, it brings us to where we are now: in some kind of sitcom with me only having a thin sheet covering my body….

“…yea, you two were doing a lot of a research” Brit said, sarcastically as her and Sam were eying me and Dean as they folded their arms.

Dean looked out to the audience. “Son of a bitch!” he said in a different tone which got the ‘audience’ laughing.

“Guys. We have work to do” Sam said. “But we did work all night long” I said and my eyes widened.

The ’audience’ made hollering sounds. It’s like I couldn’t even control my mouth, those words just spurred out like it was nothing. They all exchanged a look and I just shook my head quickly with a wide-eyed confused look.

“Okay…too much info” Brit said and Dean gave an uncomfortable, awkward smile, but made it look like he was impressed with himself so the ‘audience’ laughed.

I made my way closer to all of them and picked up the sheet a little to make sure it was still secure around me. We all looked out to the ‘audience’ but faced each other. “How long do we have to keep doing this?” I asked.

“I don't know. Maybe forever?” Sam said and the ‘audience’ clapped and laughed. “We might die in here” Brit said. They laughed. “How was that funny?!” Dean and I exclaimed. “Vultures” Dean added.