Post by RJ Jay on Jan 18, 2015 22:21:48 GMT -6
Oh yeah, RJ totally had this. He heard the pulsing music blaring from overhead and sauntered to the beat. His head bobbed in perfect time, and he looked around the club for a bit, careful to just sort of skim over people. It wouldn’t do to accidentally imitate some scrub when he’d spent all those hours watching professionals on YouTube and stuff.
“You all ready for this?” RJ asked, holding his arms out and circling. “I’ma’bout to show all you mothers what it’s like when someone really breaks it down,” he nodded, grinning fiercely. He turned to the nearest hottie, extending a hand in the traditional gun shape and giving it a little “tsch” and cocking it as if it fired. He gave a guy near her a “yeah, that’s right” look before he began moving.
RJ’s motions were smooth, perfectly practiced and matching the music almost perfectly. He’d been waiting for a song he’d specifically heard and all, and now he let his body carry through the rhythm. The music’s pounding base made his hips roll, and he seemed to include a fair amount of hip thrusts in his movements. His legs and arms still knew what to do though. He’d extend a leg out, pulse to the beat for a moment, nodding along, then swirl, moving about and dancing in perfect time. He turned a twirl into a smooth motion, dropping down and flipping about before hopping right back up. His outer dress shirt flew up, baring a pair of rippling abs barely contained in a black muscle shirt. RJ held the position for a while, winking at another particularly attractive honey before he spun up.
“Alright, now I’m gonna show you how you dance with your honies, bros,” he said, looking around. He pointed, “You there, you look hot enough to be seen with RJ. Come on up sweet thang, be my boo for the night,” he winked and gestured in his most seductive manner, positive that he’d just reeled another one in.