allisonboughau
“Snorting rice? Is your need for attention really that bad? Maybe someone should hug you more often.” Allison said sarcastically, a soft noise of surprise escaping her pink lips when he decided to dip her. She was quite surprised with his dancing skills- but of course she would never actually admit that. The last thing he needs is another compliment to boost his ego. “Would I really be deprived? I’ve gone this long without needing your dick, I don’t think I will need it anytime soon.” She pointed out, biting her lip. She turned to glance at the people once she was up right again before rolling her eyes. “They’re probably envious I’m dancing with you. Maybe you should go ask one of them to; I’m sure theyd love to be this close to you..”
Brett’s forehead immediately wrinkled. “You know what, Allison?” He dropped her hand in a heartbeat. “In the words of Abraham Ford, rest in fucking peace by the way, suck. My. Nuts.” Disgust flared his nostrils as he pushed her impatiently away from him like a mere germ in his personal bubble. “I’ll have you know my dick is like a prime sirloin fucking steak and your vagina? Quorn that fell down a dirty old gutter. Nobody’s stooping to fish it out of there any time soon.” Adjusting his tie, Brett hacked out an arrogant laugh. “You’re right, they probably would. I’m sure they want to hear all about how I danced with the ugliest pig I’ve ever seen and lived to tell the tale. Oink, oink, bitch. Go back to the barn.” With that, Brett immediately swivelled and stormed away to find Percy.














