Laugh and ask for a dance

"Congratulations," Garvin says, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "You've officially become her little bitch. Or should I say... her little bitch dressed like a slut?" He extends his hand, challenging you to dance with him.

You felt a little humiliated by his words but decide to take him up on his offer. You wish to make Ashley burn with jealousy. As you move into his arms, his touch sends a jolt through you, and you realize he's more than just a player in this game. The vibrations from the plug are now a crescendo of pleasure, and you're **** to keep your cool as he pulls you closer.

The music swells around you, and the lights dim as you dance with Garvin. His hands are firm, his grip possessive, and you can feel his hardness pressing against your thigh. You glance over at Ashley, who's watching with a mix of anger and arousal. She nods slightly, the message clear: make him want you.

You lean in, your chest brushing against his, and whisper, "You know you want me." His smirk falters, and his grip tightens. "But you can't have me," you continue, your voice low and seductive. "Not unless you play by her rules."

The dance floor is a sea of bodies, lost in the rhythm of the music. Ashley's eyes bore into yours, her gaze a silent command to push the boundaries. You move closer to Garvin, grinding against him, feeling his erection grow. His hands move up your back, tracing the lace of your dress. You arch your back, pressing into him, the vibrations in your ass reaching a crescendo.