She made him the second he came in the door, and she was glad to see he wasn't with Sam. That meant she could actually have some fun with him. He was so busy checking out the girl currently wrapped around the pole that he started when she threw her leg over his lap, tilting forward ever so slightly, she ran her hands up his thighs, her breasts but a few inches from his face, as she leaned in, letting her lips brush against his ear, "Hello Dean, here about the dead girls I take it," and she swayed her hips from side to side, "Maybe you might want to take your eyes off the live ones."
Dean swallowed the lump that had formed in his throat, taking in a deep breath and holding it in until he could regain something resembling composure, his entire energy focused on staying still, "Jo," sounding a little more pissed than he intended, his voice strained as she grinds down against him, "Your mother know what you're up to?" she pushes his head back, turning round, shaking her ass in his face before she climbs up into his lap, "Leave her out of this, you're killing the mood."
Dean goes to grab her wrist, but she smacks his hand away, "Uh, uh. No touching. Just talk. What do you know?" rolling her hips back and forth, the rough of his jeans tugging on the front of her panties on every rub.
Dean bit his lip, "Know about what?"
Jo smirked, "About the girls."
"The dead girls?"
"No, dumbass, I want to hear what you think about the 'talent'. Yes the dead girls. Or did you even look beyond the fact that they were strippers?"
Dean starts to squirm a little, his valiant attempts at resisting his primal urges clearly failing, as he closes his eyes in what Jo assumes is a last ditch attempt to overcome them, but that totally never works, but he seemed to find his voice somewhere, "I know that they all lived alone, they all died bloody," his breath hitching, his voice getting a little rougher, "through varied freak accidents, I know that they were all blondes, and that apparently you didn't learn your lesson from the last time we came across a blonde killing psychopath. Ow!" Dean glares rubbing at his arm where Jo just pinched him, "Hey! Watch the merchandise."
"Hey, I was here first, so if you want to stay then you're gonna follow my lead, and..." she pushes just that little bit further forward, sticking her tongue into his ear as she brings a hand down to palm his erection, her voice deadly low as she whispers, "Technically I'm the merchandise here, not you," relishing in the whimper that leaves his lips as she pulls her hand away.
Cupping his face to make sure that he watches as she tips herself back, she fists his shirt for support, before pulling herself back up, drawing her finger down the centre of his face, tugging down his bottom lip. It only takes a few more grinds of her hips before he comes in his pants with what comes out as a cut off sob, half moan, half gasp, his eyes locked on hers as she slides off his lap. Jo slaps her hand down twice against his knee, "See you later champ," before leaving him. This case was definitely going to be fun.
