He asks Cindi

{if Cindi>70}Cindi thought she was his girlfriend and she'd be pissed if he didn't dance with her. So he{else}Matt{endif} headed over to where a small gaggle of nerdy-girls huddled, Cindi in their midst.

Of all things, they were discussing the decorations strung up over the gym. Frankly, Matt hadn't noticed them. He did know, though, that being on the decorating committee was a traditional excuse girls made for going to dances even if it seemed unlikely they'd get asked to dance.

He singled Cindi from the rest of the nerds. "Please tell me you're not too worn out to give me at least one dance."

She giggled. "Sorry girls, got to take this one."

{if dancedwithwendy=true}"You danced with that redhead before you danced with me? That's jerky."

"She's an old family friend," Matt lied.

"She looked like an old family friend, the way she flashed her tits and giggled her number into your phone."

"Hey, don't be like this. We're dancing together, we're here to have fun."

"Oh, sorry. Don't mean to be the jealous bitch."

Maybe she didn't mean to be but he couldn't help recognize that streak in her. He'd have to be careful if he wanted to keep Cindi {if Cindi>70}and her blowjobs{endif}

{elseif firstdance>1}When she turned back to him, the giggles were gone. "What have you been doing? I've been waiting like forever."

"Sorry. One of those girls is my sister and the other is paying me to tutor them. Business before pleasure."

"Oh, sorry. Don't mean to be the jealous bitch."

Maybe she didn't mean to be but he couldn't help recognize that streak in her. He'd have to be careful if he wanted to keep Cindi {if Cindy>70} and her blowjobs{endif} on his agenda.{endif}

Maybe it was just his Asian-girl fetish or maybe it was true but to Matt, Cindi became a sensuous animal when she hit the dance floor. Each move was precise, each in perfect time with the music (although sometimes moves took a half-beat, sometimes two beats), and every move threatened to dislodge the tiny halter that protected her breasts from his vision.

Finally it dawned on him... she had some sort of martial arts background that gave her that precise control of her body and of her balance. Which made him just a little more anxious to watch out for that jealous streak.

As the dance ended with a strange series of thumps, Cindi brought her face to his cheek and whispered, {if Cindy>50}"want a blowjob?"{else}"Thanks for the dance."{endif}

He looked around. He had more girls to dance with{if Cindy>50} but turning down a blowjob seemed idiotic{endif}.