i’ll dress up all pretty in one of my short dresses. still innocent enough, pretty and white. with puffy sleeves. lacy panties with a matching lacy bra. sparkly and dazzling.
you’ll come up behind me, put your hands on my hips. whisper to me from behind. we’ll dance together, i’ll make sure to give you quite the show. my sparkles contrast your stoicism.
you go off to get us another drink, i watch your ass in my favourite jeans of yours. we both knew how this night is going to end. we had planned it that way. i’ve felt it on my ass the whole night. everyone thinks cowboys like you corrupt sweet girls like me. but we both know the ‘girl-next-door’ is a facade.
one thing leads to another, you’ve got me pushed up against a wall. you know I love the thrill, I have to talk back, but I don’t stand a chance. I’m soaked, my knees are wobbly and the prize clear as day under your belt buckle. you taste like liquor and bubble-mint gum. your facade cracks a little, i feel you shake a little as my hands reach your hips. you’re just as excited as me. you won’t admit it, but you like the eyes watching us.
“want to get out of here, sugar?” you ask. I nod, hold out my hand for you to hold. you’re already on it, you know I get dizzy when I get too horny. we hop on the metro. you have our cards in your pocket, mine always gets lost in my purse so i’ve started just handing it to you. your hand on my lower back is a firm and soothing presence.
i pull your tie in the elevator, and half your buttons are already gone before we even close the front door.
