You're going home with her tonight

"John, where are the drinks?" Emma says to you as you return, as she did indeed think that you were going to buy her another round.

"Sorry, needed to clear my head Emma," you tell her, almost apologizing to her as you get up and dance with her for a while.

"Am I in my little American boy's head?" she teases you, grabbing your crotch in her hands and squeezing it before grinding on you, "how charming that I can still make a guy lose his wits around me."

"You really need to stop doing that if you're not going to follow up on it later baby," you tell her, grabbing her hips and pulling them into yours, knowing you're going to reach your breaking point soon.

"One more dance than you're going home with me," she whispers in your ear, grabbing your crotch again and then allowing you to slide your hand under her skirt and into her panties as you give her pussy a gentle squeeze.

"UH," she moaned in your ear, her arms around you, grabbing you and rushing for the door before that last dance was even finished.