Have a dance-off!

"No matter how crazy you may get on the dance floor, you could NEVER beat me in this game, miss O'Keefe..." - I tease.

"Hahah, are you nuts? A math teacher?! Dancing better than me?! I've taken jazz lessons since I was 12!" - She proudly boasts.

"Oh, you have, huh, miss fancy pants? And you think you're unbeatable because of that? All I hear is talk, talk, talk... you're gonna have to prove it!" - The plan was to get Erica moving. I wanted her loosening up, I wanted to see those titties bouncing! But most of all, I wanted to see her stop hiding.

"I will! Pick any song! Any song!" - She dares, sassying me.

Little did she know I had played that stupid game countless times. My ex was crazy about that shit and to please her I joined her so many times. It was literally the only game she liked playing. Typical, huh? We even had double dates where both couples competed against each other. I was pretty good at it, even though I'd never played it by myself. I had two dancing games and we'd tried pretty much every song in both at least a couple of times. Hiding my experience, I innocently pick a samba song, one that curiously required a lot of arm movement...

"Baile de Samba it is!" - I yell, increasing the sound of the TV. - "You ready, miss jazz?"

"Pff, put it on!" - The confident girl replies.

The song starts. The quick rhythm has us pacing across my living room. I can tell Erica wasn't lying, she has moves. But with her arms hugging her body, she can't complete many moves, and her partially immobile top makes it an easy win for me. I beat her by more than 3000 points.

"Damn... you just had your ass handed to ya... anything to say for yourself, miss O'Keefe?" - I tease, out of breath.

"Pfft, whatever! You just won 'cuz you're all dressed and 'cuz I couldn't use my arms..." - She barks, actually angry. Apparently she did not like losing...

"You couldn't? Funny, I don't see anyone holding them... except yourself." - I wanted those arms gone, but our deal didn't say anything about arm position, just panties only, so I couldn't play that card. - "You really think it's my clothes helping me? Hah, all you had to do was say so..." - I explain, removing my sweaty shirt and tossing it on the couch. - "Should I take off the shorts, too? Who knows, maybe they're magically making me dance?!" - I continue the merciless tease.

"What-EVER Mr. Archer... you got lucky, probably 'cuz you've practiced this a million times..." - She wasn't fully wrong, but I wasn't about to let her know that.

"Hahah, those were my ex's games. O-b-v-i-o-u-s-l-y. I only played to please her. Don't be a hater, Erica, just accept your math teacher is a better dancer than you... no biggie." - I continue, trying my best to hold a laugh.

"You're so not! Pffft! Arrrrgh!"

"That's not what the score says..."- I point at the TV. - "What are you gonna do about it?"