Brennan smiled as one hand gripped the metal pole hanging from the ceiling. Even though she couldn't believe she was doing this but it was all to get Booth back and to gain dominance back over him. She was glad that she had been able to rent a back room of Sapphire's Gentleman's club for half an hour. Hearing somebody enter she knew that was her cue and waited until Booth sat down for her master plan to start.
When the lights in the room finally turned on, Brennan smirked at Booth and with careful precision in her light blue heels she strutted over to him, removing the thin glasses from her face and placing them on Booth before taking a step back and smiling innocently before walking back to the pole placed in the middle of the room.
Oh yes, she was definitely winning. Taking a firm grip on the pole she spun herself around carefully, winking at Booth as she did so before sliding elegantly down the pole, her back arched as she came back down giving Booth a perfect view of her cleavage which was only just contained by her skimpy and frilly blue bra. She slid around the base of the pole a few times, her long auburn hair spinning along with her.
Large cerulean blue eyes watched Booth's expression as she worked on the pole, he was surprised and yet she couldn't help but notice the erection that was straining against his pants. In the most provocative and careful manner she walked over to Booth and leaned over, her breasts were spilling gloriously from her bra and they were only an inch or so from his face.
"What's wrong Booth? You seem flushed." she teased, knowing he was growing more aroused by the second and she couldn't help but laugh.
Booth entered the strip joint and saw his brother sitting at the bar. No surprises there. He sat next to him, and was immediately led into a private room out back. What the fuck?! The lights were off and Jared pushed him in and locked the door behind him. Suddenly the lights turned on and Seeley Booth was met with a sight he'd only thought he'd see in his wildest dreams. He blinked, thinking it was a dream. Could he have a brain tumour or something? Was this a hallucination??! When it didn't go away, his eyes widened as far as they could and his cock was immediately at full mast. Holy shit. Confession, here I come, Booth thought.
Brennan now decided to make her move and started to dance along to the quickly paced night club music, her hips wobbling near his face and she knew he was probably turned on as hell by this point.
"Enjoying yourself Booth?" she questioned before turning back around and straddling his hips, her body moving in time to the music as her hands moved up and down her slender body to the music just to tease him that little bit more she licked her lips slowly and smiled at Booth's reaction. Just to test Booth's reactions Brennan brushed her hips against his own and noticed that his erection strained against his pants even more than before.
Oh he was so hot for it. No, correction he was hot for her. Brennan knew she had planned this well enough to get him like this and she leant closer, rubbing her heat into his lap as she continued to dance. Her breast jiggling in all their glory in his face. "If you really want to Booth you can fix your little problem." she motioned down to his pulsing erection.
Booth felt like his eyeballs could pop out of his head (She would tell him that this was scientifically impossible) and like his dick could possibly explode. And after working with her for so long, he KNEW that was possible. He felt her hand brush the top of the tent in his pants. Oh shit. He was trying so hard not to come in his pants right then and there. Then she whispered that seductively in his ear and he snapped. That's right. Temperance Brennan successfully made him come in his pants. He let out a groan and looked up to her victorious smirk. Great.