Of course you do

You let her lead you out onto the empty dance floor and admire the view as she bends over the jukebox, then admire it even more as she comes swaying back toward you to the beat of a Flo Rida party rap. She’s into it, eyes closed, moving to the music, and watching her you can’t help but get into it too. The next song is faster, some old 80s’ pop, and you find you’re sweating a little keeping up. She’s undone the next button on her blouse, and you can see the edge of a white lace bra beneath.

The last one is a slow, sexy Taylor Swift number, and she presses up against you, grinding against your body.

“They’re bad girls, I know,” she whispers into your ear, low and husky. “It must be sooo hard, being a good man with so many bad girls around.” She steps back, smiling at you. “Doesn’t it make you want to be bad?” she says before she turns and skips out the door, giggling.