I was nervous. I lost the bet and it was time to pay up. It took a few weeks for him to cash in my chips but he finally did. I told him I needed a few days to prepare. With a few videos and a little help from the Aphrodite cabin I finally was able to do this, yet I was terrified. It seemed so stupid. What if he laughs at me! We have just barely made it past third base and I'm not even sure where this even falls on the field.

It was late, around eleven when Will snuck into my cabin. I was in the bathroom sitting on the closed toilet working up the nerve as I finished my get up.

Knock Knock!

"Neeks you in there?"

"Yeah just give me a minute."

"You arnt chickening out are you?"

"No just finishing up."

"Ok I'll be right here, sitting, waiting."

"Ok, I'll just be another minute, get comfortable."

I heard his steps walk away from the door. I got up and looked in the mirror. I couldn't believe I was going to give Will a lap dance. I didn't even know what it was until he bet on it. I'm not sure I would have made he bet. I really thought I had him on that lava wall. Fucker was getting quick. I looked at the outfit Piper helped me with. I thought it was all a little to much but apparently I looked like Wills favorite band singer. I had make up on. Like thick makeup. Blush, thick eyeliner, eyeshadow, highlighter whatever that is. My hair was straight and worked into a poof on top of my head that slicked back and showed off my undercut. I had silver skull earrings in and an outfit that was just a flashier slightly more colorful look that wouldn't be far off from what I always wore. Made me think Will had a type. My normal black jeans, red collared shirt with black Velour vest and white tie. Bracelets littered my wrists in bunches and my skull ring was secure on my middle finger. Breathe Di Angelo you can do this.

I hit play from inside the bathroom, knowing that the speakers were outside in the bedroom. An electric beat filled the room and I could feel the bass in my feet. I opened the door still looking down unable to meet his eyes quite yet. I took my time as I made slow yet rehearsed steps inside the room. I dimmed the lights to my left on the wall. I manned up and looked at him. His eyes were on me like a hawk. Will wasn't laughing though, he was turned on and I hadn't even really started yet. Nails digging into the covers on my bed as he sat on the edge.

I rolled my hips, linking my thumbs and fingers into the loops and tugging. Waited for beats to came to do certain moves. With a boom boom boom of the beat I undid three buttons in rapid succession. Still moving rhythmically to the haunting beat I had picked, I played with the collar of the shirt and shucked off the vest and threw it at him. So engrossed in my dance that he didn't make a move to catch it. I could feel him burning, hot from feet away. The tie was loose and I tugged at it, making a real show of untangling it from my neck. My navel was showing from the buttons I undid and his eyes were locked on it. Scratching my hands across my midsection I saw his breathing change.

All this time I thought he would laugh at me, make a joke of this. Instead he was making me feel sexier than I had ever felt. Will makes me feel wanted and needed. Yearning to touch me but not willing to stop this yet. Rushing forward I grabbed the sides of the bed and rolled my body upward making sure to breath along his neck as I did so. I felt the shudder and realized he was shaking. I twitched in my overly tight pants at the thought. Turning around I pulled the shirt the rest of the way off.

I felt the coolness of the air on my back since I was working up a sweat. Crawling on the floor in my most cat Like impression I made my way into his lap. He went to grab my hips and I smack him away giving him a wagging finger to let him know not to touch the dancer, not yet anyway. I grinded down and began to undo my button. Zipping my fly down slowly I grasped his pant hem and held on as I leaned back and around to give him a nice angle and view of my body. Chest and just a little bit above the money maker. Bringing myself back I motioned to take his shirt off. Throwing the orange monstrosity across the room I worked my hair along his collar bone and around his neck just to give him a playful nip. Taking his hands I positioned them where I allowed him to touch me.

Getting up knowing the song was about to change and my choreography was about to run out, I sat on him backwards. Rubbing my back against his chest I brought his arms around to play with me. As his fingers danced along my torso I fumbled my hands around my waist and tugged my pants off. The song changed, I could feel the hardness on my back as I ground down hard. Both of us were drenched and I could feel him trying to take off the slightly damp briefs I adorned. Reaching behind me I undid his fly and pulled him from his confinement. I had never been so bold as to reach for Will, usually it was fumbled handjobs and quick blow jobs in the darkness around camp. This is the first time he's been here alone with me.

Pulling my briefs halfway down, I stuck his length between my my cheeks and began to glide him between me. The music only made this more intoxicating. The beat kept the awkwardness from the air and kept us from talking to much. A mouth latched itself to the side of my neck as he reached for me. Moans erupted from behind me as I sped up my grind. The sweat worked as a great lube for the friction, the warm hands found their prize and I gasped. Damn his hands were so fucking strong and sure. A healers hands. Twisting and tugging expertly as me as I frotted against the hardness. Natural lubricant started to bead from his tip and made the glide positively sinful. Teeth grazed my shoulder and then he bit down hard and I hit my climax like a Mac truck. The mess seeping through the fabric in an obscene way that made my backside even slicker as he moaned deep and visceral. Grabbing my face, hands still sticky he kissed me deep. Long slow strokes of his tongue licked the inside of my mouth as if he was tasting my very soul.

At this point I don't care which base this was.