You approach her

There was Brooke Hogan dancing by herself in a tight, low-cut orange top that showed off her plastic tits, and a way-too-short white mini skirt, drink in her hand as you approached her.

"About time you worked your way over here," Brooke teases you as you stand next to her, "I saw you checking me out, you know."

"The name's John Brooke," you tell her in return, "and yes, I admit that I was checking you out, baby. But knowing who your dad is, I was a little intimidated."

"Well John, I don't see my daddy anywhere around here, do you?" she says as she rubs your arm, your dick rising to attention and **** to free itself already, "besides, I only came here myself because my brother is supposed to be DJ'ing at this party, but he never showed up."

"So I guess you have nothing to do here then, do you Brooke?" you say to her as she begins to dance in place again, gesturing in your direction.

"Well, I guess I could stay here and hang out with you stud..." she whispers in your ear as she leads you onto the dance floor.