to ballroom dance.
“Yeah, right. She wants none of that. Only dancing that pervert does is the horizontal mambo,” Carter mumbles loud enough for everyone else at the table to hear except Chandler and her would-be dance partner, and everyone erupted in laughter. Peri jumped up and stumbled to rescue her from Gunner’s roving clutches just as he started to slowly lean forward into Chandler’s personal space with his eyes closed, lips pursed in an exaggerated pucker.
“Get your filthy paws off her, Drummer Boy. We can’t have you freaking her out before we get her on the bus!” Peri play-kicked at him as he reached for Chandler and Peri both, zombie-like arms outstretched, eyes half-open and twinkling with a glimmer of mischief as he stuck his tongue out at them both and flicked it up and down in a lusty, perverse fashion. Both girls clutched at one another like they were in a B-movie horror flick and squealed in mock-terror at the sight of Gunner, the zombie-pervert, stalked toward them.
“Ladies, there’s plenty of Gunner for both of you! Come here and let me show you what you’re missin’!” The girls were trapped, arms wrapped around each other, heads thrown back in a fit of hysterics, their hips pressed to the edge of the table in between KeeMac and Gunner’s chair, effectively blocking their escape route on either side. When the zombie-drummer reached them he began dry-humping them both and they slid along the edge of the table trying to escape his grasp as the mass of bodies suddenly slumped into KeeMac’s lap, Chandler underneath, in what had become a humping zombie dogpile.
Chandler twisted trying to pull herself to safety and turned a glorious shade of red when she looked up to discover that she was in KeeMac’s lap. She was still in the midst of a riotous laugh when he grabbed her arms and she saw his mouth was moving but she can’t figure out what he’s saying until she followed his eyes when they shifted down into his lap where her ass was pressed up tightly against him. Gunner’s gyrations kept thrusting her into him repeatedly, and she suddenly realized something beneath her ass was twitching. When she looked back up at KeeMac, his eyes had dilated and he let out a low groan as he grabbed her hip and pulled her further into him.
Chandler’s breathing caught in her throat at the feeling of his powerful grasp on her and her heart lurched into overdrive. Her eyes went wide as she stared back at him. A second later, Chandler was pulled to her feet, Gunner and Peri having extracted themselves from the heap. Stunned, she looked to the others as the residual laughs faded and she tried to re-orient herself. When she turned back to casually play-off a glance at KeeMac, he had turned in his chair, legs tucked back under the table and he was playing on his phone. He didn’t look at her or acknowledge that he just had a pile of people pressed down on him, though he did seem to be breathing a bit heavily.
Chandler was puzzled, and her head was definitely spinning. Did she imagine what just happened: the feel of that virile man grabbing her and breathing her in? Did she imagine that hungry look in his eyes? She must have been. It must have been the alcohol. She never drinks this much on an empty stomach or after such a long, stressful day. Her imagination must have been playing lustful tricks on her. What would a man like Keeton MacDonald want with me anyway?
She excused herself to the restroom and found a flushed face confronting her in the mirror. You’re acting like an idiot tween fangirl, Chandler. It was nothing. Calm down.
She exited the restroom a few minutes later, feeling refreshed and a bit calmer to find everyone at the table filled with food and fresh drinks. “Chan! Come get something to eat. These nachos are killer.” She accepted Peri’s invitation and took a seat between her and Carter, thankful that all signs of the zombie-humper vanquished. This group was definitely not afraid
“Yeah, right. She wants none of that. Only dancing that pervert does is the horizontal mambo,” Carter mumbles loud enough for everyone else at the table to hear except Chandler and her would-be dance partner, and everyone erupted in laughter. Peri jumped up and stumbled to rescue her from Gunner’s roving clutches just as he started to slowly lean forward into Chandler’s personal space with his eyes closed, lips pursed in an exaggerated pucker.
“Get your filthy paws off her, Drummer Boy. We can’t have you freaking her out before we get her on the bus!” Peri play-kicked at him as he reached for Chandler and Peri both, zombie-like arms outstretched, eyes half-open and twinkling with a glimmer of mischief as he stuck his tongue out at them both and flicked it up and down in a lusty, perverse fashion. Both girls clutched at one another like they were in a B-movie horror flick and squealed in mock-terror at the sight of Gunner, the zombie-pervert, stalked toward them.
“Ladies, there’s plenty of Gunner for both of you! Come here and let me show you what you’re missin’!” The girls were trapped, arms wrapped around each other, heads thrown back in a fit of hysterics, their hips pressed to the edge of the table in between KeeMac and Gunner’s chair, effectively blocking their escape route on either side. When the zombie-drummer reached them he began dry-humping them both and they slid along the edge of the table trying to escape his grasp as the mass of bodies suddenly slumped into KeeMac’s lap, Chandler underneath, in what had become a humping zombie dogpile.
Chandler twisted trying to pull herself to safety and turned a glorious shade of red when she looked up to discover that she was in KeeMac’s lap. She was still in the midst of a riotous laugh when he grabbed her arms and she saw his mouth was moving but she can’t figure out what he’s saying until she followed his eyes when they shifted down into his lap where her ass was pressed up tightly against him. Gunner’s gyrations kept thrusting her into him repeatedly, and she suddenly realized something beneath her ass was twitching. When she looked back up at KeeMac, his eyes had dilated and he let out a low groan as he grabbed her hip and pulled her further into him.
Chandler’s breathing caught in her throat at the feeling of his powerful grasp on her and her heart lurched into overdrive. Her eyes went wide as she stared back at him. A second later, Chandler was pulled to her feet, Gunner and Peri having extracted themselves from the heap. Stunned, she looked to the others as the residual laughs faded and she tried to re-orient herself. When she turned back to casually play-off a glance at KeeMac, he had turned in his chair, legs tucked back under the table and he was playing on his phone. He didn’t look at her or acknowledge that he just had a pile of people pressed down on him, though he did seem to be breathing a bit heavily.
Chandler was puzzled, and her head was definitely spinning. Did she imagine what just happened: the feel of that virile man grabbing her and breathing her in? Did she imagine that hungry look in his eyes? She must have been. It must have been the alcohol. She never drinks this much on an empty stomach or after such a long, stressful day. Her imagination must have been playing lustful tricks on her. What would a man like Keeton MacDonald want with me anyway?
She excused herself to the restroom and found a flushed face confronting her in the mirror. You’re acting like an idiot tween fangirl, Chandler. It was nothing. Calm down.
She exited the restroom a few minutes later, feeling refreshed and a bit calmer to find everyone at the table filled with food and fresh drinks. “Chan! Come get something to eat. These nachos are killer.” She accepted Peri’s invitation and took a seat between her and Carter, thankful that all signs of the zombie-humper vanquished. This group was definitely not afraid
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