Planning and Plotting - Gilded Cage

Then with a grin at him, writing down the song, and then bouncing up.

Because she wriggled her rear, he smacked it playfully. It made him smile to see her so happy. Which meant he went back to sipping his drink and watching her wiggling, bouncing rear.

she bounded into his waiting lap, sipping her drink and now wiggling in his lap.

He laughed and thoroughly enjoyed her wiggle. His hands went to her hips and rested there when he kissed her cheek. "Ya havin' fun yet?"

"Of course I'm having fun." looking at him "I'm with you, singing, and now getting plied with drinks." as her name's called again, she sets down her drink "And I've been Promised dessert too..." as she hits the stage with a whimsical smile at him.

And then she started to sing and perform - in many ways just for him.


(12:31:20 AM) "Sing"(WOD Result: 8 ) pulled to a 5)

Once again, he was her biggest fan. He clapped and cheered and danced. But he payed very close attention to her performance, seeming to know that parts of it were for only him.

She bounded down with a laugh, hugging him tightly, and looking back at him "What I thought it was a great come back song." with a kiss.

He wrapped his arms around her to pull her close. "Oh, it was."

She happily stayed close to him, with a grin up at him and yes she was very pleased with his response. "More MFP or is it PMF" but not moving from him.

He grinned at her. "PMF. Purple mother fucker." He winked, then leaned over to kiss her once again. "Let me finish this song and I'll get ya another one." With a wink, he once again took the stage so that he could sing to her. Complete with arm-reaching and nearly falling to his knees as he performed.



(WOD Result: 6 successes (scaled to 5)

It was her turn to be his biggest fan, she howled and clapped for him. She obviously enjoyed his showmanship as he performed.

When he left the stage, he hit the bar first. Then he came back with another purple drink for her - and a shot. Dark brown liquid in a shot glass with a dollop of something white at the top. "Here's another PMF for ya. An' a blowjob." He winked. Maybe he just wanted to see her taking the shot glass in her mouth with no hands.

She laughed, leaned over the shot, then without her hands, quickly stood up her head back and did the shot. Then bent back over setting it on the table. Looking over at him "Oh look no hands." with a smirk and started her next PMF.

He grinned at her. "You're so fun."

She kisses him "Now to think of another song. You really make this hard." with a pleased grin at him.

His brows rose. "Well, ya make me hard, so I figure it's a fair trade." No shame. He had no shame.

"Yes but I'll take care of that...."answered with no shame back.

He grinned. "You always do, darlin."

Leaning over and kissing him passionately "Now I"m trying to think." with a laugh, sitting on his lap looks for another song to sing and takes another drink.

He mimed pulling a zipper across his lips after he kissed her. Then he winked, slipped his arms around her waist, and let her think. Though the kisses against her shoulder and the side of her neck might have been a tad distracting. At least he wasn't talking.

She leaned back against him, looked up at him "Ok I can't think...." turning around to face him and kisses him hard with obvious to him a good grind against him. (No shame from her either)

He seemed surprised at the kiss. But his arms went around her and returned her heat. He pulled her close when she was grinding her hips against him and smiled at her when he pulled away. "What if I promise ta be good?"

"but what fun is that?" with a grind back "I'll think of something." slowly turning back around on his lap, grinding against him again, then bringning the book to her and she searched.

He couldn't help but groan a little as she wiggled on his lap. He was obviously pleased, though. His arms around her tightened just a little as he rested his chin on her shoulder. True to his word, though, he stopped distracting her. Mostly.

She found a song, wiggled no it really was more a grind against him and leaning back against him "should go turn this in." reluctantly leaving his lap.