Backseat Freestyle

Well, here goes.

You can do this, Jack. It's just some stupid dancing.

I made my way the dancefloor, to the hilarious surprise of Lana.

"Really? Mr. Jack Dingle himself is gonna bust some moves? This I gotta see."

I started dancing. Or in other words, waving my legs and arms around like a bird trying to swim. Yeah. It didn't look good. But perhaps it didn't matter? Lana was having the time of her life laughing at me, so much that she stopped dancing herself and just watched me. I decided to go with it and just make it a comedy routine. Soon I was imitating all the cliché dances from movies, like Saturday Night Fever and Pulp Fiction. This had her almost rolling with laughter, while pretty much everyone else on the floor were just rolling their eyes. Ulla and Henrika included. Yeah, I think Lana was probably drunk off her tits at this point.

"Oh... Jack... Oh God, I can't dance anymore, you've ruined the whole thing forever!" she finally got out of her system when she could speak again. And that was more than fine with me. I walked her back to our booth, just to see that some other group had taken it for themselves. So we decided to sit in front of the bar. Guess it was easier for Lana this way, since she never stopped ordering shots.

Me myself just switched to soda at this point, but did it so discreetly that Lana thought I was drinking with her as well. I needed to stay sober for this.

So, we actually started talking. Like normal human conversations. I started off talking about the magazine and how it's doing, and that really got Lana going. It wasn't that interesting, but at least she wasn't making fun of me in every sentence now. At some point Ulla and Henrika came to us and told us they were leaving for the night, which was more than fine with me. Me and Lana just kept on talking. And she kept on drinking.

I successfully turned the conversation into more personal matters, little by little. We actually talked about our families, and how we got to where we are today. I think I felt her finally warming up to me a little, and there were at least two times when she playfully touched my arm. Yes, there was definitely an energy going on here.

There weren't really any good spots in the conversations to make some headway on submission points, but I tried twice using the "answer me honestly" trick. If I used it more than that it probably would have been suspicious. The first time I asked how she became to be so competitive in everything, and she told me that she and her sister used to fight about everything and she had to learn how to win. (LANA: +2SP) (-31SP) Which I guess was true, because it affected her points. The other time I tried asking what her 'banger' of an article was going to be about, but even this drunk she wouldn't reveal it. Also, maybe I underrated her capacity for ****, she seemed like to she was a pro already.

Which got me thinking. It actually made no strategic sense to make her anymore drunker than she already was. First of all, she could pass out, and that's that for earning any points. Secondly, she could throw up everywhere and ruin the night that way. Third, and this I just realized, how drunk she was probably affected how humiliated she would feel. If she was in a completely blissed out state, and I ordered her to do something humiliating, it probably wouldn't even feel like that to her. Perhaps I wouldn't get any points that way? No no, this actually felt like the correct place to spot. Even the bartender's look towards me told me the same thing.

She was about to order one more, before I put her arm down.

"Perhaps that's enough? For one night?"

She sort of looked angry, but it soon turned into a mischievous look.

"Oh yeah? Since when you became the boss?"

"Right now. Here at the Aftershots, I'm your boss."

"Well, mr. boss man, I quit. Another please!"

"You can't quit on such a short notice. If you do, I will sue you for all you have."

She looked me up and down, not one hundred percent sure what I was doing.

"I put in my notice two weeks ago, mr. boss"

"Well I certainly never got it. You're still legally bound to my will."

"Your will?"

"Yes, that's right. You work for my will. And now I order you to get up, so we can get outside and get some fresh air."

She slowly started smiling.

"Oh but I'm a rebel. I don't go by anybody's rules."

"Then I'm legally bound to use physical ****. We can make a scene here, if you want to."

Lana looked around, actually considering it. Oh shit. I didn't know how that was going to look like. Luckily, she just put on a pouty face and acted sullen.

"Fine mr. boss, but you are truly evil." (LANA: +6SP) (-25SP)

Whew. It actually worked.

As we stood outside, there were multiple taxis already on hand. Now I had to get her and me to one of those.

"Okay Lana. Next we are going to get a taxi, and-"

"Wait, what are you doing? You were just the boss of in the Aftershots, remember?"

Oh crap. Yes I was.

"Yes, but my will extends to the outside-"

"No it doesn't, if you want to be technical. It ends at the door. Buddy boy."

Wow. That last buddy boy sounded really sexual.

But she continued. "But don't worry. I'm getting a taxi. I don't think I like the new management here."

"Oh but we do have a very nice policy. We like to escort our patrons safely to their homes"

"Yeah, I'll opt out of that. Sounds... oppresive."

The way she said that... Boy she was really giving me mixed signals all over the place. Is this what she really loved to do? Play extremely hard to get?

"Yeah it's not a choice. We are legally bound to do that."

Once again she was looking at me up and down.

"Boy... you really are pushing it, you know?"

"I know."

She didn't say anything more, and just walked to a taxi. Well here goes. I had to play this one to the finish line, I was probably never getting a chance like this again. So I just slid there next to her in the taxi.

"Really?" she looked a bit puzzled.

"Just doing my job."

"Where to?" the taxi driver asked.

"Umm... Fairfield drive 27 please." she said.

"And you?"

"The same."

The taxi started moving, and she gave me a long suspicious look.

"I don't remember inviting you there."

"Oh yes, you did. I counted like five times."

I started moving closer to her.

"You know, I have a big nasty dog in my building. It bites the balls off suspicious men"

"Oh yeah? Is that why you're still single?" I said as I put my hand on her thigh. No turning back now.

She just looked at me, evaluatingly. I started to rub her thigh slowly.

Finally she just took a hold of my hand and guided it under her dress.