Amy

{if firstdance<2}"You paid for me? Thanks," Amy practically gushed with happiness.

She stood just inside the doorway looking hopefully at the dancers... and the guys gathered in small clusters under one of the basketball hoops. She looked, Matt thought, like the classic victim, so anxious to please, **** to be liked, to be found desirable. Matt recognized the expression because it was one he'd often found on himself--which was exactly what he'd been fighting against since coming to the new school.

{endif}

He hadn't taken the money from Mrs. Hartman but that didn't mean he wasn't going to dance with Amy, especially since she looked so hopeful. Possibly, if other guys saw that she was willing to dance, they'd asked her too which would make her life complete. He turned to her and held out a hand.

Amy looked charming, on the dance floor, her ruined face saved by a huge smile, her hot little body writhing just barely out of sync with the music.

{if Amy>50}After a minute of dancing she moved closer to him, pressing her breasts against his chest. "If I sweat, do you think your semen on my tits will liquify?"

He wasn't sure whether that was gross or sexy. Probably both. "Maybe later we can check... somewhere secluded.

She gave what was probably supposed to be a seductive smile. "Any time, big guy."{endif}

Finally the band ended the song, if it was a song rather than just collection of chords and random notes, with a series of loud bangs from the drummer.

He took Amy's hand and led her back to where Karen was standing thankful Karen wasn't on the floor just then because dumping Amy all by herself sounded cruel.

So, who to dance with next?