Kicking Your Feet Up

"Lap dances? No way!" Sean protested, waving his hands.

"I figured this was coming," Whitney muttered, loud enough for several girls to overhear.

"I'm stuck in a wheelchair, Whitney, and at Aunt Cassie's event for getting kids into reading," Sean argued. "I can't have girls dancing on my lap, and you know it!"

Whitney lifted one hand to emphasize her eye-roll-and-head-shake combo. That caused several onlookers to chuckle. Caterina and Kaitlin shared a look. If Tarver didn't realize how serious Whitney could be about this, then they doubted Kizzy's claim about what had happened previously.

Others, like London and Marcie, whispered in surprise at Whitney's gall. Annika mentioned how this sounded more like a Sugarbee move than a cheerleader one. Ball-goers from out of town murmured in shock. They wondered aloud if this is how people usually act in Honey Hollow.

"Sean, I didn't think I would need to point this out, but you don't have a say on this. I decide how you will be rewarded for saving my life. And this is merely a baby step," Whitney explained, almost as if talking to a child.

"I do have a say about my life! And, honestly, I should have a say about yours since I saved it. Where would you be without me?" Sean challenged, losing his patience.

"You did not just say that. Don't you ever think of playing the 'I saved your life' card to tell me what I should do," Whitney hissed, leaning over to jab her finger at Sean.

"Well, I just did. And you can't do a damn thing about it."

Gasps sounded as their classmates couldn't believe that someone would talk to Whitney that way. She agreed with them.

"How dare you...The hell?" Whitney trailed off as she saw a strange sight behind Sean.

Several girls turned to see what startled the cheerleader captain. Cat and Kaitlin immediately groaned as the second verse of Outkast's "Hey Ya!" began to play.

Working side-by-side in tandem, Yumi and Roxie stood in place, simultaneously moving their left arms forward as their right legs. Next, they alternated legs and arms. As they got into a groove, the two cheerleaders laughed as they picked up the pace of their fast-kicking steps, lifting their feet more often. Then, they bowed their legs, reaching down cross-armed to cup their knees before swinging them in and out.

"Ooh!" Rory squealed excitedly. Then, turning to face Whitney, Cat, and Katie, she added, "Mrs. O'Dell's been teaching us to do the Charleston in our dance class! Where's Lilah?"

However, when Rory turned to ask Beyza about Delilah's whereabouts, she didn't find her. Unnoticed by her best friend, Sean's ex-girlfriend stormed off when she realized that all the girls had gathered around to give him lap dances.

"That looks crazy!" YoYo remarked.

"It looks kinda fun," Kizzy added.

"It is fun. C'mon!" Rory exclaimed, rushing over while waving at the others to follow.

"Um..."

"Go," Sean said, permitting Kizzy, Harley, and Ariel to race off to try the once-popular dance from the Roaring Twenties.

"I wanna try," Rowan told her sister.

Several other girls followed the two Rogers triplets toward the old school, dancing and laughing, which irritated Whitney while pleasing Sean.

"What the fuck?! I have a trapped guy with a big dick for you to grind your ass on!" Whitney shouted until she turned to face Cat and Katie. "Can you believe this shit?"

"Hiya, Seanie!" Iona greeted, plopping down on Sean's lap.

"Well, at least someone has the right idea," Whitney remarked. But then she was surprised when Cheyenne walked over and hugged her.

"Ohmigawd! Are you alright?" the busty brunette asked, pulling back from the hug to study the buxom blonde.

"Yeah, I should be fine," Whitney answered, waiting for Cheyenne to start another fight.

"I am so sorry that we spent the other night feuding. I could hardly sleep a wink since I heard about you almost dying," the choir singer revealed, eyes glistening. "Who cares about boys and fighting over them? Life is too short."

While Whitney struggled to respond to the sudden change in attitude, Sean squirmed uncomfortably under Iona. JoJo's close friend couldn't help but tease the shy brunette's best friend.

"Guess I unknowingly started a trend earlier. I think I deserve royalties for each lap dance you get," the athletic brunette teased. "Or I should get a co-partnership with the princess over there. If she gets to decide on who dances on you, then so should I. Aaaannnnddddd, my first selection would be Zoey!"

Sean turned to face JoJo's little sister just as the blush started to wash over her face. Shooting Iona a glare, Zoey shook her head no.

"Aww, c'mon, Zo! I'm going to help make your dreams come true and maybe even cum."

"Uh, Whitney forbade sophomores from having a turn," Sean relayed, grasping for straws to keep an embarrassing situation from worsening.

"Well, Zoey's not a Babybee, so Whitney has no say over her," Iona declared. "C'mon, kid, help poor Seanie out."

The usually confident, take-charge Zoey looked unsure how to escape this awkward moment. Fortunately, Sean came to the rescue.

"Hey, Zo, you wanna help me with something different?" Sean inquired, earning a quick nod. "Will you sit down for a short newspaper interview about me?"

"Newspaper? You want me to talk to a reporter about you?" Zoey questioned, sounding uncertain at first before warming to the idea. "Sure!"

As Sean pointed Zoey over to the shell-shocked Dexter, he noticed Whitney and Cheyenne huddled closely together. The way they seemed to whisper conspiratorially, shooting quick glances his way, worried Sean.

"Hey, Marcie, you want a ride on the Tarver Express?" Iona called out. "Why are you shaking your head? You always gush about how you still owe Seanie for finding your lost doggie years ago. Well, this is your chance!"

When Sean turned to face Marcie Huff, he found her paralyzed, deer-in-the-headlights. Iona appeared to give up rapidly as she shifted next to Marcie's good friend.

"Fine. Yo, London, you want a turn on this hot lap?"

"Sure!"

The sexy, dark-haired tennis player sauntered forward as Sean's eyes widened. Unknown to the hero of the moment, Whitney and Cheyenne worked out a loose plan over the blonde's request.

"For real?" the busy brunette asked again.

"Yes! How many times do I have to say it?" Whitney responded, sounding exasperated.

"Well, I just never expected you to play pimp for Sean Tarver in a million years," Cheyenne admitted.

"And I didn't expect almost to die. So are you in or what?"

"This isn't for tonight, right?" After fucking Whitney's dad, Cheyenne felt obligated to say yes.

"I already said that it wasn't! I'm lining up girls for the whole semester," Whitney explained.

"This is crazy, you know that?"

"Maybe. But Sean deserves dipping his wick in every girl I can line up."

"You said he's big?"

"Uh-huh. Tasty too."

"You already fucked him?" Cheyenne queried.

"Not yet...but soon."

"Ah, here we go," Brandy said, pleased to finally find the spot she wanted.

Behind the leggy blonde, Nate and Barney struggled to keep up at the brisk pace she took them down the staff corridors of the Witzler Hotel. Glancing at each other, the two guys shrugged before following Brandy through the door. Immediately, Nate got a bad feeling about this and said so.

"Uh, I don't think we're allowed in--"

"Shush!"

Multiple kitchen staff members glanced over at the gorgeous blonde in her skimpy cocktail dress. Most returned their focus to their work, but a few began to gawk. Brandy ignored them as she scrutinized the cooks, busboys, and wait staff for the best choice. Then, suddenly, she saw a guy who seemed familiar.

"Hey, I know you. Emilio, right?' she asked as a cook walked past.

"That's my name. Most people call me Muggs. That's my name too!" Emilio Muggs announced, seeming half out of it. "I don't think I know--Hey, Photo Man! What's the haps?"

Brandy turned to see Barney give a polite but awkward wave. That proved her initial thought that she knew Muggs and how.

"You do know Peyton Tarver, my niece. I thought I recognized you from her graduation party. You made quite the impression," Brandy recounted.

"Whoa! You're Peyton's aunt?" Muggs questioned, squinting at the young thirty-year-old. "Adopted?"

"No, I'm her real aunt. Her mom is a decade older than I am."

"Oh! I got ya! Accidents do happen," the cook chuckled. "Don't remember Peyton's party."

"Yeah, you were high as fuck and fell in the pool when you passed out," Brandy reminded.

Behind her, Barney fidgeted uncomfortably, still owning several pictures of that incident.

"Now I remember!" Muggs exclaimed before a confused expression returned to his face. "Yo, I ain't seen Peyton, if that's what you want."

"No, what I need is help and a few minutes of your time. You like this job?" Brandy inquired.

"Same as most. They do have beds to sleep on for nap time!"

"You willing to risk getting fired for a favor owed?"

"Fired? Never been fired before. Get asked to leave and not come back. Still, they usually ask me to come back later. Weird," Muggs commented.

"You must be a talented cook."

"Nah, food just likes to talk to me."

"So, you're cool with letting us use a few things for like twenty minutes?" Brandy asked.

"What you need?"

"Hey! You can't be in here. Employees only."

Nate and Barney heard Brandy issue an annoyed grunt even before she turned to face the interloper. He wasn't dressed as any kitchen staff member, not in his blazer and dress slacks. Brandy immediately sized the man up as middle management, and she hated middle managers.

"Look, we'll be out of your hair in a few minutes."

"Ma'am, you can not be in here. This is an employees-only section. You need to leave now," the man stressed before turning to face Muggs. "Emilio, are these friends of yours? You know the rules and that you'll be written up for violating them. I hardly doubt your position here can withstand any more point deductions."

"Whoa, man! I didn't send out any invitations," Muggs protested.

"He had nothing to do with us entering your precious kitchen. So leave him alone," Brandy ordered.

"And this doesn't concern you, miss! That's it. I've had it with you people thinking you own the whole hotel as guests. I'm calling security in one minute if you don't leave," the middle manager threatened.

While Nate waited for the explosion, Barney already had one foot out the door. It started with Brandy heading away from the door and toward the blazer-wearing man. Peering at his name tag, she saw Charles engraved on it.

"Listen, Chuck, if you make that call, I'll make my own. And you won't like it," Brandy declared.

"Oh, we've entered the namedropping threat phase, have we? And my name is Charles."

"You know, Charlie, I just wanted to get in and out of here. It seemed to be working, too. But then you had to go throw a hissy fit to show off the limited power you have to these hard-working people in here."

"That's it. I'm calling security," Charles pulled out his walkie-talkie.

"Hmm, who should I call? Let's see...maybe Sage Pierce," Brandy suggested out loud, turning her phone for Charles to see the contact entry on her screen for the hotel owner's daughter. "No, I'm not as close to Sage. How about Frida Isidro? I believe she helped Dalton decide on his hotel's menu. Oh, you don't know her or about that? Then, I guess you aren't all that important around here."

Brandy pulled her phone back. Switching from her contact list to her photo albums, she swiftly found the picture she wanted. Once again, turning the phone to face Charles, she explained the image he saw.

"That's me when I was six. Does the guy look familiar? Yes, that's Harvey Diamond. You've heard of Harvey, haven't you?" Brandy questioned snarkily. "Harvey's like my big brother. And as I'm sure you know, Harvey is very much like a brother to Dalton Pierce. You know him also, right? Yes, you do. He's your boss, your big boss. So should I call Harvey while you call security? I'm sure that Harv is likely nearby Dalton as we speak."

"Uh, I, um, well..." Charles stammered, looking back and forth between Brandy's face and the picture on her phone.

"Yeah, I thought so," Brandy said, spinning around on her heel. Then, without looking over her shoulder, she added, "As I said, we'll be out of your hair in a few minutes. Barney, push that over by Muggs."

"What do you need that for?" Nate asked about the cart that Barney pushed over.

"You'll see. Oh, what size are you, Toone?"

"Would you care to dance?" Jared inquired of JoJo.

"In this dress?" the brunette questioned, glancing down at her Belle-inspired ballgown from Beauty and the Beast.

"Yeah, you're right. We'll wait for a slow song."

"Or I can take it off upstairs," JoJo purred suggestively.

Jared's cock gave a noticeable lurch at his old friend's insatiable sexual appetite.

"Gawd, I'm tempted. I also think we need to wait longer to sneak upstairs. Or we'll get in trouble. Shit, my mom might hunt us down again."

"Aww, but I'm feeling thirsty for more JarJar juice," JoJo moaned.

"I'm fine, Finn. Go do what Brandy suggested," Teddy repeated.

"That can wait. I just want to make sure that you're okay."

"I'm only going to take the kids back to our table. Nothing is going to happen in those thirty seconds," Teddy insisted, gesturing to Tenille and Trey.

"And I can walk over with you to make sure," Finn replied, not taking no for an answer.

Grateful for how much Finn cared about him, Teddy still didn't want the teen's night distracted by his past girl problems. At least, Finn should be distracted by his own girl issues. Spotting a group of beautiful girls around Finn's age, Teddy decided to ask for help.

"Girls, poor Finn over here isn't having any fun. Would you mind dancing with him?"

"Uh, that's not a good idea--"

"Nonsense. They're hot and look interested. Get over there and make a move on them," Teddy encouraged, shoving Finn toward the ex-Sugarbee group.

Gulping, Finn allowed Violet and Honey to grab his arms. Behind them, Elin and Malin gave his ass a hard swat on each cheek. Crap! I hope I'm not about to start a scene.