You are drunk out of your mind at a club, and you just so happen to be on the dance floor, not knowing your lieutenant was watching.

He sits in a booth, his eyebrows raised behind his mask. His legs are parted ever so slightly, just enough so to see the bulge in them.

You buss it down, your ass to the ground as you twerk it up.

Ghost stands up, walking to you and holding your waist. “Damn…boy, drop it to the floor…I love the way your booty go…” He groans as you grind against him.