I'm obsessed with butts, lap dances, twerking, etc. Part of a story I made with AI:
Ellen grinned, wiggling her eyebrows. “Oh, I think we’ve got time for a little bit of fun.”
Viola crossed her arms, raising an eyebrow. “What are you planning now?”
Ellen didn’t answer. Instead, she suddenly jumped up, making her way over to where Viola was standing. In one swift movement, Ellen plopped herself down on Viola's lap with a satisfied smirk.
Viola’s entire body stiffened in shock, her heart skipping a beat. “Ellen, what are you—?”
Ellen began to rock forward and backward in an exaggerated motion, making playful moaning sounds as though she was trying to make the situation as awkward as possible. “Mmm, oh yeah, this is the spot…,” she teased in a loud and exaggerated voice.
Viola froze, her face turning bright red. She glanced nervously toward the door, expecting any second to hear her father’s footsteps coming up the stairs. The whole thing was too much, too fast. Her father was downstairs, and the last thing she wanted was for him to walk in on this scene.
Ellen continued her playful rocking, now mocking the situation entirely. “Mmm, right there, baby... oh yeah. Just like that.”
Viola, completely embarrassed, swatted at Ellen’s side, trying to get her to stop. “Stop it! You’re going to make him think—”
Ellen interrupted, still rocking and making playful noises. “What’s the harm in a little fun? It’s just us girls, right?”
But before Viola could respond, the sound of footsteps echoed from downstairs. The door suddenly opened, and her father’s voice rang out.
“Viola?” His tone was serious. “I need to talk to you for a minute.”
Viola’s heart dropped to her stomach. Not now, she thought, panicking. She quickly pushed Ellen off her lap, the two of them scrambling to adjust their positions.
Ellen sat up, fully aware of the situation but clearly enjoying the chaos. “I guess I’ll just… hang out here,” she said with a casual shrug, her smirk never leaving her face.
Viola’s father stood at the door, his eyes narrowing slightly as he looked between Viola and Ellen. “Viola, we need to talk. Alone. Now.”
Viola opened her mouth to protest but quickly closed it. She had no choice. Her father’s serious tone left no room for argument.
Viola walked past him, shooting Ellen a quick glance as she left the room. Ellen winked, clearly entertained by the turn of events. |