Drinking and flirting

"You know, most guys are a little bit more open about staring at my chest John," Katy Perry playfully teases you as you try to discreetly stare at her tits.

"Busted," you playfully reply back, noticing that Katy now seemed to be on the fast track to intoxication, downing any kind of drink she could find as she flirted with you.

"How are you on the dance floor, John?" she asks you, rubbing your arm in a way that made it clear you were going to have a pretty good chance of sleeping with her tonight if you played your cards right.

"That depends, Katy," you ask her as you head to the dance floor with her, "how good do I have to be to win you for the rest of the night?"

"That's a new one," she laughs as she responds, starting to grind on you on the dance floor "but I appreciate the creativity. And yes, I do like to be creative in other places, too, in case you were wondering."

Figuring that all of Katy's drunken flirting with you was more or less an open invitation to do more with her, you look into her eyes as she is dancing with you and put your hands on her hips, before hiking her dress up and letting one of them find it's way underneath of it and between her legs.