Chapter 2: Rising Action
“I told you to stop worrying about your weight, Sam," Sarah shouted over the music, pouring herself another glass of wine. "I can’t even tell you have a new waist trainer on because, hello, your ass looks as fantastic as always. Just enough squish to make it interesting!” She laughed, winking at their friend Colin, who readily agreed.
Samantha sashayed back into the living room, her bold hips sending her huge jiggly ass into full view. She wore a satisfied smirk on her face.
“Glad you guys are enjoying the show! I’m just here to make sure everyone has a great time at my birthday bash.” She shook her hips in their general direction, and the group erupted in laughter and cheers.
Sarah lowered her voice confidentially. “Seriously, though, I could never look as good as you do twerking in those leggings.
You’ve got to teach me your ways.” Sarah was beside herself with excitement, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
Without skipping a beat, Samantha just grinned. “Like you really want me to steal the spotlight away from your now-legendary dance moves.” Nearby, Kevin, a recent divorcee, smirked. They couldn’t help but exchange a private, knowing look.
With her brown hair cascading down her shoulders and wine glass dangerously low in her left hand, Sarah winked back.
"Legendary isn't enough—let's call them 'mythic.' I'd be proud if you could teach me some thigh-trembling moves like those." Sarah's dirty talk sent a shiver down Samantha's spine, piquing her interest even more. She stared at Sarah's mile-long legs, thinking how the night had taken an intriguing turn.
Samantha confidently sashayed to the music and whispered in Sarah's ear, "You're already a living legend, my dear.