<strong>Chester Thrills the Betrothed</strong><br/><br/>Chester’s crawl to Avery resulted in a slight climb as the music pumped. He slowly settled himself on top of her in the large chair, and an up close and personal look would go first to the woman of honor. He leaned over to her, and his shirt hid a bit of the sight teasingly from the other ladies. His lower back kept forcing the bottom of the shirt back as he looked in the mood to hammer the woman in the chair. With a slow smile, he trailed his fingers down one of her arms and ended by holding her hand.<br/><br/>Ever so gently, as to not spook the poor girl, he brought her hand to his face and led her index finger from his chin, down his chest, and to his navel, before he let go and eased himself off the chair and back on his feet. His mind was furiously at work, and looking over the angles. The two ladies together looked like they were having their own fun, so he’d hit them last. Their friends though...they seemed to be a bit more receptive!<br/><br/>Chester body turned quickly, and the shirt came off. It now spun slowly in his hand to the beat before he tossed it to Avery’s lap. Start and end on the leading lady. It was time to say hi to the others. His walk to Eliza was more of a timed strut, and he settled down slowly to let her get a good look as well while his hands worked his belt off. With both ends of the belt in his hands, he moved it up and around the smaller woman to slowly move them a little closer as he danced.<br/><br/>In between, he made sure to give little teasing glances to Miranda as he moved. His eyes the very definition of “you’re next”.<br/>