Chapter 4

Tony Stark was many things. Billionaire, genius, playboy, philanthropist, and a grade A asshole. He loved a party, and he loved a prank, two things that should never mix. The party was, in reality, a small get-together. Just the Avengers, Maria Hill, Jane Foster, her assistant Darcy, and what's-her-name, Bucky's date. There was one goal: get everyone as drunk as humanly possible. To that end, Tony started the night with a round of shots. He pulled out Malort, the liquor from hell, if you could call it liquor. For some godforsaken reason, it had come to Tony's attention, and the thought of alcohol that could get you drunk and simultaneously make you want to die a quick death made his beady eyes twinkle with glee. He made everyone take a shot and had FRIDAY document everyone's face as they drank it, the results were not pretty. Only Natasha and Bucky managed to keep a straight face, everyone else looked like they swallowed their own vomit. After Tony's sadistic experiment, he went back to his sinfully expensive liquor, and Lizzy was extremely grateful.

Music played as the group drank, sang, and played pool. Lizzy sat on the couch competing with Clint to see who could come up with the dumbest joke. So far Clint was winning, but Lizzy didn't think that was fair because he had the dad joke advantage. Clint stated that all's fair in love and war, and Lizzy got to take a shot of tequila for her troubles.

About two hours into the party Tony began his evil plan. He had FRIDAY turn off the music and loudly called everyone to attention. "We have very important business to discuss," he proclaimed. Any other man would have been falling over with the amount of alcohol Tony had consumed but he was a pro and he was still coherent. "We're playing 'Never have I ever'!"

Bruce groaned, "Tony we're not in middle school."

"Yes, but we can still be children at heart," Tony laughed.

Everyone agreed, some more reluctantly than others, and gathered around a circle to start the game. Natasha had to explain the rules to Steve and Bucky, "someone will say something they've never done, and if you've done it, you have to take a drink," simple enough.

Things started out casually. Never have I ever given a terrorist my address, never have I ever flown a nuke into a wormhole, never have I ever slept with a whole calendar's worth of models- "This is starting to feel a little pointed," Tony protested.

Never have I ever jumped out of a plane without a parachute, never have I ever been frozen in ice, never have I ever danced for US war bonds- "Now I feel attacked," Steven laughed, it wouldn't have been a problem for him since alcohol didn't affect him, except that Thor had indeed brought some of his Asgardian mead and he was starting to feel it.

It was Tony's turn, "never have I ever given someone a lap dance." Natasha took a drink and, surprisingly, so did Lizzy. Tony laughed incredulously, "no way!" Natasha was easy to explain- she was a spy- she had done a lot of things to get information. Lizzy, on the other hand, had cultivated a bit of a good girl image around the compound. She wasn't a prude, and no one- except Bucky- considered her to be anti-sex or chaste, but she didn't seem like someone who would have ever given someone a lap dance.

"I don't believe you," Bucky said, eyes slightly narrowed.

"Just because I don't announce my sex life to the entire world doesn't mean I don't have one," Lizzy replied bitingly, rolling her eyes.

Tony interrupted before a catfight broke out; "I have to see it."

"As much fun as it would be, I don't think Pepper would appreciate it if I gave you a lap dance Tony."

"No not me," Tony smirked, "I dare you to give the Manchurian Candidate over there a lap dance."

Lizzy's eyes bugged out for a second, then she- loudly- told Tony "no way, literally anyone else!"

"Come on," Tony's said with an evil gleam in his eyes, "you're not scared, are you?" It was a challenge, and Lizzy did not back down from a challenge.

"I don't think Barnes would appreciate it," Lizzy passed the buck- pun intended- and pointed at Bucky. Bucky, also refusing to back down from a challenge, scoffed "I wouldn't mind doll if I believed you would ever do it, I'm sure it would be just as boring for me as it would be for everyone else to watch." Lizzy was riled up, she had something to prove now.

"How much are you paying Stark?"

"What?" he questioned.

"Well, you have to pay for a lap dance right?"

"Well how about you dance and then I'll pay whatever I think it was worth," he said, laughing.

She stood up and took a shot, she was going to need it for what she was about to do. "FRIDAY, put on some stripper music," she commanded. "Lady Marmalade" started playing in surround sound. Well, at least FRIDAY had taste.

Lizzy sauntered over to Bucky, swaying her hips just a bit. She stood in front of him and looked him in the eyes, she slowly unzipped her jacket and inched it off, dropping it on the floor. Lizzy walked forward, put her hands on Bucky's knees and spread them apart, circling her hips as she dropped to the floor, then she rose between Bucky's legs, her eyes never leaving his, daring him to break eye contact. Once she was standing upright again, she turned and bent at the waist, ass in the air. She knew her ass looked good in those jeans and she was making sure Bucky knew it too. Then, she sat on his lap, her back to his front and slowly, subtly, began to grind. She felt his hips thrust forward on instinct, he was caught off guard. She continued to grind slowly on him, leaning back so she was laying on his chest. She could feel him, surrounding her, his arousal, his heartbeat, his breath hitched. She grabbed his hands and placed them gently on her knees, then she bent forward and continued grinding, just for a few moments. When she came back up to rest her back on his chest once again, she turned her face slightly so that her lips were almost touching his. Almost, but not quite. She could feel his hands squeeze her knees just a bit, his breath on her neck, then she stood up. She turned so that she was facing him, lifted her leg and ran her foot, in her red heels, down the length of his thigh. Then, she climbed on his lap, straddling him. She ground against him again, feeling him harden, his eyes clouded over, his lips parted. She placed his hands on her hips as she moved to the beat of the music. She sat up so that his eyes were focused on her chest as she slowly grabbed the hem of her shirt and lifted it up over her head. Luckily, she was wearing a lacy bra or this wouldn't have been quite so satisfying. She could feel him ogling her breasts, eyes wide and greedy. She lowered her ass back onto his lap and then slowly lay back so that she was splayed out on his lap and he got an eyeful of her bare torso, her short black hair falling over the edge of the seat. She grabbed his shirt and used it to pull herself back up so that she was once again facing him, looking into his eyes and biting her lips. She saw his eyes drop to her lips and swore she saw him fighting himself not to kiss her. She slid her hands up his neck and tugged his hair back harshly, exposing his throat to her. Lizzy leaned in closely, ghosting her lips over his neck, almost touching but not quite, she could her his ragged breathing in her ear. She gave him a quick- so quick you could miss it- nip on his pulse point, then her hands moved to his shirt. Slowly, torturously slowly, she began to unbutton his shirt, still gazing into his eyes. She saw him gulp and could feel his hands squeeze her hips. When she got to the last button, her hands fluttered over his torso. Just a breath, barely touching. She ground down on his erection one last time, then she started buttoning his shirt back up and when she was done she slowly slid her shirt back over her head, never breaking eye contact. The song was about to end, she grabbed the back of his head and yanked him into a passionate, filthy, kiss. As she pulled away, she teased his lower lip with her teeth, she could feel his face chasing hers. Then, she slid off his lap and picked up her jacket, and zipped it back up.

The song ended, she turned and held out her hand to Tony who handed her all the bills in his wallet, she had earned it. She calmly sat back in her chair; looking around, she could see the men with their jaws hanging, Becky was staring at her like she wanted to murder her with a single glance. Darcy piped up "well that was the hottest thing I've ever seen," to mumbled agreement. And Bucky- Bucky sat still in his chair, stunned and aroused, and looked at the woman who had just ruined his life.