..So in response she begins to Twerk.

Jezebel’s hands shot immediately to her buttocks as a strange and alien filled them up. It was like when she was constipated but like in the butt and not in her hole. Very crude, but that was the closest feeling she could liken the idea to at the moment. Her face scrunched up in shock and a bit of embarrassment, was she going to…?

But nope, as quickly as the sensation had come, it had left. She craned her head to look down at her backend. Fine though it was, she swore her ass had gotten larger. Absurd, but not if you were like getting fat? Maybe she was getting fat or someshit. She began to do a little jive with her bottom, swishing it up and down. A twerk, something she didn’t usually like to do. She was a punk, not some sort of club airhead. But here she was, a twerk with her bottom that made her pants jiggle with a sizable portion of meat.

“That is so hot boss.” A voice called out, she turned to glare at Jeff, who spoke those words. Her girlfriend gave Jezebel a thumbs up at that.

“Don’t worry, it was hot. I give it a thumbs up, hopefully later tonight.” She cheekily replied. Jezebel’s eyes rolled at that, soon getting back to her previous thoughts.

“Alright, back to business everybody. Let’s get down to that place and see what’s up.” She spoke aloud. Her band gave her a look before she raised her voice. What a voice, pleasant if a little harsh when speaking, through a strange way of vocalization, Jezebel could raise it up. Raise it up so loud, she could scream out.

“WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR, MOVE IT.” Just like her marine grandpa. The group yelped and began to go into the bus. Jezebel was the last one in. Before she entered though, a part of her needed to do one more thing. She twerked once more, which felt much more natural than before. She cursed herself, but it felt so natural. Quickly getting into the bus, she whistled and waited as it sped down the path down to the town.