She's so flexible, you think as she glides across the dance floor, doing incredible dance moves and bending in ways you didn't even know were possible.
All of a sudden, you're incredibly grateful Carly dragged you along to Sam's dance recital. Seeing her prance around in a tiny skirt and tank top, twisting and bending like a contortionist, you feel as if you're gonna keel over.
She's feisty, violent, and annoying, but she's incredibly sexy when she lifts her leg above her head and winks--at you. She gives you a seductive smirk and continues on with the rest of her routine, making sure to catch your eye whenever she swivels her hips.
You nearly faint as her skirt flies up when she cartwheels in front of you, and you thank God that you're in the front row. When she backflips off the top of the pyramid, your breath hitches in your throat, and you want to run out there and catch her in your arms.
The routine ends, and you pack up to go home. Sam walks by, a triumphant smirk graces her face.
"Did you enjoy the show, Benson?"
You roll your eyes and pick her up, bridal style, kiss her cheek, and carry her home to put that flexibility to good use.
