Scriviner..CH_125a - Jen, Outfit, Steve, DiscoDancing
Hmm... that list...
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"Are we sure about this? I'm not sure I'm comfortable in this outfit."
Jen gave a throaty little purr and smiled at her boyfriend, "Given how tight your pants are, I would not be surprised you're not comfortable in it."
He looked her straight in the eye and said in a perfectly innocent voice, "They're so tight, I'm probably going to need help taking them off."
She laughed, "Down, boy. Time enough for that later."
He frowned for a moment, then blushed, "That was not what I meant."
"We stay at this place for just one hour. Then we can go home and peel you out of your outfit, alright?" She winked, which brought up another blush on his face.
"I'm not sure how you talked me into this." He muttered, fussing with the high collar of his outfit.
"Oh, come on. It will be fun. Trust me. It was on your list."
"I have a lot of things on my list," He replied sourly, looking up at the door. Beyond it was darkness, broken only by sporadic flashes of light. The sound was like a solid wall slamming into them as he stepped over the threshold.
"Oh, please. Now did you want to do this with me, or with Tony?"
"Tony probably wouldn't have insisted I wear this." He gestured down to the outfit he was wearing. It was white. It was tight. It was sparkly under the lights. "Or these." He gestured to the fake sideburns.
"Are you kidding? Tony would've wanted to take pictures."
"You took pictures too." Steve pointed out.
"And if you'd gone with Tony you wouldn't have seen me in this outfit."
"... which I have to admit it a good reason to go."
"Now, Steve... ready?"
"As ready as I can be. You're sure the moves from that movie are... right?"
"You'll do just fine. Let's go for it~!" She laughed as she pulled him on the dance floor.
She twirled him for a moment, then he raised a hand, pointing a finger to the ceiling, his other hand at his hip, one leg bent at the knee, the other straight, hips cocked. His hand shot downwards, then back up, accompanied by much rocking of hips...
Burn, baby, burn~! DISCO INFERNO~! Burn, baby, burn~!
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Hmm... that list...
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"Are we sure about this? I'm not sure I'm comfortable in this outfit."
Jen gave a throaty little purr and smiled at her boyfriend, "Given how tight your pants are, I would not be surprised you're not comfortable in it."
He looked her straight in the eye and said in a perfectly innocent voice, "They're so tight, I'm probably going to need help taking them off."
She laughed, "Down, boy. Time enough for that later."
He frowned for a moment, then blushed, "That was not what I meant."
"We stay at this place for just one hour. Then we can go home and peel you out of your outfit, alright?" She winked, which brought up another blush on his face.
"I'm not sure how you talked me into this." He muttered, fussing with the high collar of his outfit.
"Oh, come on. It will be fun. Trust me. It was on your list."
"I have a lot of things on my list," He replied sourly, looking up at the door. Beyond it was darkness, broken only by sporadic flashes of light. The sound was like a solid wall slamming into them as he stepped over the threshold.
"Oh, please. Now did you want to do this with me, or with Tony?"
"Tony probably wouldn't have insisted I wear this." He gestured down to the outfit he was wearing. It was white. It was tight. It was sparkly under the lights. "Or these." He gestured to the fake sideburns.
"Are you kidding? Tony would've wanted to take pictures."
"You took pictures too." Steve pointed out.
"And if you'd gone with Tony you wouldn't have seen me in this outfit."
"... which I have to admit it a good reason to go."
"Now, Steve... ready?"
"As ready as I can be. You're sure the moves from that movie are... right?"
"You'll do just fine. Let's go for it~!" She laughed as she pulled him on the dance floor.
She twirled him for a moment, then he raised a hand, pointing a finger to the ceiling, his other hand at his hip, one leg bent at the knee, the other straight, hips cocked. His hand shot downwards, then back up, accompanied by much rocking of hips...
Burn, baby, burn~! DISCO INFERNO~! Burn, baby, burn~!
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