*Jaelynn's outfit is the second girl's outfit and her dance ends at 1:45.
After about one hour my high wasn't as strong and I was coherent enough to be able to do my dance.
When I told Elijah this he gave me this boyish grin, playfully kissed my cheek and whispered that he couldn't wait to claim his prize. I had smiled softly at him before walking away to take off my skirt and change into my heels.
I was now standing as far away from Elijah, who was seated in a simple black chair with this smug look on his face, as I could. We were on top of the stage that was positioned in the front of the nightclub with every pair of eyes from Elijah's party fixed on us.
I give Elijah a sultry little smile, my eyes locked on his as the music starts and I begin to move.
I could feel his heart beating against my chest as I slowly rolled my hips against his. He groans when my tongue swirls around his neck, his hands attempting to push me further against his growing erection, but I stand just as sexily as I had sat on him with a satisfied grin on my face.
I put my hands on his knees and bend over so that my back was straight and my butt was on display to the crowd. I teasingly bite my lip, leaning closer to him so that he could hear me over all the excited chatter of our audience. "I win." I pull away then and walk off the stage like the baddie I was.
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"You're a real tease, you know that?" He says, his warm breath on my neck and his hot hands on my waist.
I lean into him. "You asked for a lap dance so that's what you got."
"That," he turns me around so we were face to face. "wasn't a lap dance. That was seduction. Practically sex."
A laugh bubbled out of my mouth and into the loud surroundings. "Were you jealous Elijah? You didn't like all those eyes on me?" My arms were resting lazily on his shoulders as he softly swayed us to the lively music surrounding us. It was like we were in our own little world; where nothing mattered except the close way he was holding me and the smell of him. A part of me wanted to stay right here with him forever, but another part knew that that would be dangerous.
He gives me a lopsided grin, one of his fingers twirling a lock of my hair around it. "As a matter fact, I did not like that at all and therefore I demand another round."
A small smile form on my lips as I shake my head at his joke. "No second rounds, Mr. Possesive," I say. "Isn't that same behavior the reason why we even played that little game?"
He smirks down at me, leaning closer so that the intimacy between us was nearly unbearable. "I mean," he says in that husky, sexy voice of his. An unwilling shiver goes through my body that I know he feels. "you enjoyed it, didn't you? Next time I would slide those little panties of yours down your legs, get between your thighs and eat you until your begging me to stop."
His words were dangerous and did things to me that were no way appropriate for our setting. I wanted him to kiss me and do everything that he was saying. "And then?" I ask because for some reason I liked getting myself into naughty situations like this. There were at least one hundred teens around us and we were in the middle of them all talking dirty to each other.
