The Girls' Turn

"You're lucky I enjoy it."

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"No, tell me."

"A little too much." he teased her gently.

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"It's really nothing. What do you want me to say? I got jealous."

"Uh huh, and?"

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"Lace." he frowned. "You know I wouldn't go off with any other woman or even look at them." he said.

"Are you getting mouthy with me?" he smirked. "I should have taken you across my knee in the bathroom."

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"Yeah, I know." she said as she sipped at her drink.

"Should have, could have, but you didn't." she giggled as she ran a finger up his chest and tapped his chin. "I think...being borderline drunk makes me very mouthy and aggressive." she nodded.

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"You sure?"

"Me too." he smirked and nipped at her finger gently and started to lead her away, back to the bathroom. "And now you're in trouble."

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"Yes."

"But I was just dancing." she giggled.

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He nodded. "Still mad at me?"

"And being a mouthy, aggressive, borderline drunk tease." he smirked.

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"A little, but I'll get over it."

"Ohhhh." she grinned. "You didn't like that?" she asked.

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"Hope so. I didn't mean to make you mad."

"A little bit." he said as they got to the bathroom and made sure the coast was clear before locking the door. "Why don't you bend over the counter like a good girl... or are you gonna keep giving me grief." he smirked.

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"I know you didn't." she sighed.

"But I don't like being a good girl." she pouted as she started walking over towards the counter, feeling the effects of all the tequila she drank, lol. "I like being a bad one." she told him as she followed his instructions and bent over.

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"Just making sure." he said. "Come on, let's go dance. I know I'm not off the hook, but I want you to enjoy yourself anyway."

"I'm gonna show you what happens to bad girls." He smirked and pushed her dress up over her hips and snapped the band of her panties against her skin.

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"You don't dance."

She bit her lip. "Uh huh and what happens to them?"

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"I can try tonight." he told her.

"This." he smirked as he smacked her ass.

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"I don't want you to do anything you're not comfortable doing." She said. "We can just hang out."

She let out a low moan and bit her lip. "...just that?" she smirked.

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"Noooo, come on." he said as he stood up. "We're gonna go dance." he nodded.

"You fucking brat." He smirked and started to smack her harder on the ass and her thighs, seeing her skin start to turn pink.

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"You sound like Ellie." she snorted.

She giggled a little and then when he smacked her even more, she let out some moans and a small whimper.

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"....that's gross." he told her.

"Had enough?" he smirked.

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"Well you do, a little bit. Come have fun with meeeeee," she mocked him.

Drunk self. "No." she said.

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"Uh, no." he chuckled as he held his hand out. "Come on."

"Hmm.." he moved her panties to the side and slowly slipped two fingers into her.

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She looked at him for a moment before sighing gently and taking his hand.

Her breathing hitched a bit and she bit her lip, letting out a moan as she slightly moved against his fingers.

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He took her hand and lead her onto the dance floor. "If I embarrass you...oops." he chuckled a bit.

He stopped moving his hand and smacked her again. "Stop moving."

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"It is your life goal to embarrass me."

"Hmph." She pouted but did stop.

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"Just a little."

"I think you like this more than you're letting on." he smirked as he moved his fingers.

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"You're very nice."

"I like it more when you let me do things." she smirked as she bit her lip.

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"I'd like to think I am."