"You wouldn't do it. You cannot possibly tell me you'd do it. It's-" Punk paused, hands up in the air, floating where he'd tossed them. "What's that guy say in the Princess Bride?"
"Inconceivable?"
"Yes! That's it. It's inconceivable!"
"I would and I will, especially to see you handin' me over twenty bucks. Gimme that CD." AJ snatched the jewelcase from Punk's fingers and stalked across the bustling locker room. "Outta the way, people, man on a mission!"
"A mission?" Daniels smirked as AJ shoved past him, the length of his dark priest's robe sweeping across AJ's legs.
"Yessir. I'm gonna win myself a crisp, clean twenty dollar bill off Punker." AJ graced him with a fabulously smarmy grin then wedged his way between Russo and Jarrett. "Excuse me, gents. I need the floor."
They stepped aside and AJ was left standing before the small stereo someone had brought in and left so many months ago that no one knew who it belonged to anymore. CD swiftly placed into the player, the touch of a few buttons had the correct song queued up and the volume cranked up loud as it could go. He looked over at Jarrett. "When I tell ya, hit play."
"What is this-"
"No time, Jeff," AJ said, gesturing with his arms for the whole of the roster – at least those still in the room – to move back and give him space. He straightened his jacket, ran his palms down the front of his jeans, and made sure his tee was tucked. His hands then ran through his short hair as he placed his sneaker clad feet shoulder-width apart and caught his thumbs through a pair of belt loops. Lowering his chin, he was set. "Now."
The song was instantly recognizable, drawing him a large number of stares. And AJ played it to the hilt, rocking his shoulders to either side with each successive beat. With the first appearance of Britney's voice, he tossed the right front flap of his jacket off, revealing white cotton stretched over his shoulder. His weight was tossed to that side and he held it for a moment as he rocked his shoulders a couple more beats before throwing off the left side.
Then, he sank a few inches, knees bending and leaning forward into a little shimmy. He slunk forward, back from the direction he'd come, mouthing along and directing it all toward the man responsible, "Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah... I think I did it again..."
To his utter delight, Punk was already twitching, hiding his face behind his hands. It certainly didn't stop him from peeking, though.
"I made you believe...we're more than just friends..."
AJ let the jacket slip down his arms, catching it in his right hand before it slid off completely and swinging it around. He let go and it flew at Punk, who ducked and caught it in the face anyway, then shimmied a little closer. Turning to the side, he pushed back his rump and bent his arms, one with hand beside his head, the other hand at his middle, and writhed. His hips and shoulders first thrust forward then went back again.
"Oh mah gawd," Jarrett groaned from behind him. "I did not need ta see this!"
Snickering, AJ switched his focus back onto the now red-faced Punk, hands slinking down around his waist to tug loose his t-shirt. Rotating his hips, AJ flipped up the front of the shirt to give the crowd a peek at his belly before sliding his hands down around his thighs. He passed a dangerously close circle around his crotch, fingers fanning out as they curled in just under the bulge.
Pulling his hands upward suddenly, he grasped the bottom hem of his shirt and drew it along. A sinuous, snakelike wriggle accompanied a sharp jerk of his hips to the front and side – a move he'd picked up watching belly dancers. It took some work, but he managed to make it look like the cloth slipped off him as if it just melted away. Again, he flung the item at Punk, teasing him for being so bashful. He was normally a little more boyishly gloating when he was the object of a stripper's eye, after all.
AJ pushed his thumbs into the belt loops once more. He bent slightly at the waist and swung his backside around to wiggle it in Punk's direction. This was making him feel awfully naughty, but that twenty-dollar bill was going to be his by the end of the song.
"Gah! Stop it!" Punk sobbed. "I do not need your freakishly round ass in my face!" Oh yeah, he was squirming now, all right. Though, maybe in part, the amusement of the others around them was probably feeding into the sentiment.
Bending low, AJ pulled the knots out of his shoelaces with a quick move on each. He caught the back of one shoe at a time with his toes and lifted out of them to the thumping beat, the resulting effect being a seductive, prominent waggling of his rump. Of course, he had planned this so the continued wailing from Punk was a welcome sound.
"Stop it! You win!"
AJ slunk up to stand tall again, arching his back with the movement and slinking it all the way down his spine and legs. "Oops! You think I'm in looove... That I'm sent from abooove..." He tossed a glance over shoulder, eyes smoldering. Yeah, that'd send Punker into absolute fits. "I'm not that innocent!"
"Did you not hear me? You win!" Punk was curling up in a protective ball at this point, but no, it wasn't over, not by a long shot.
He made show of sliding his belt out and spun to fling it to the side, kicking his shoes across the floor after it. Turning full on face to face with Punk once more, AJ thrust his hips forward and popped the top button of his jeans open, fingers sliding the zip downward. He yanked the fly wide, fully revealing the dark blue cotton of his briefs. With another swing of his hips, AJ had his back to Punk once again, where he tilted his ass back and started teasing the waist of his jeans lower, inching them until they barely hung onto him.
"Please stop. I'm being traumatized here!" There was a flutter of laughter from around the room at Punk's pronouncement.
And then AJ leaned forward, dragging the denim swiftly down around his knees. Thankfully, the wide legs made stepping out of the pair of jeans easy. He did another shimmy to the music, spinning to continue the assault on Punk's sensibilities, hands splayed across his belly. Setting on foot on Punk's lap, AJ eased the sock down his calf and past his heel. Sliding the toes free as he lowered the foot back to the cold cement floor, AJ tossed the sock over his shoulder and lifted his other foot to repeat the move.
Punk sat gaping at him like a fish. It was not often someone managed to get that reaction out of him and a momentary glitter of triumph flashed in AJ's gut.
Stripped to his underwear, AJ pondered stopping there, but no. Punk had said all the way and all the way he was going to go.
Britney was drawing to a close, having already slipped past the bridge in the removal of his socks. He swiveled around again with another brandishing swish of hips, giving Punk another eyeful of his round behind. Down he teased the cotton, a repetition of the earlier move with his jeans, but only until he felt the cool of open air across the top of his cheeks. Then, as the final beats of the song played out, AJ spun and whipped his shorts down just as the last, breathy "innocent" slipped from Britney's lips via the speakers.
A few feminine hoots and hollers told him his audience had gained a few of the girls when he had stopped paying attention. There were snorts and golf claps from most of the male contingent, not that he'd expected much different from this group, although a few wolf whistles did surface here and there.
Underwear around his ankles and gloriously nude, AJ stood with his naughty bits almost directly in the cowering Punk's face. He gave him a lopsided grin and held out his hand, fingers crooking a bit. "Pay up, Punker."
"Put that thing away first."
AJ chuckled and obliged, yanking his underwear back up to a handful more whoops and laughs from the girls before they were escorted out. He shook his head and rolled his eyes in play. "At least I gave 'em a good show, right?"
"I'm not answering that one," Punk muttered, shoving the crisp bill he'd promised into AJ's hand.
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