“Wait, what?  What are you talking about?” Tiffany said with a suspicious look.

Yuri could only stare at the girl sitting in front of her.  After a few moments of silence, she finally regained her ability to speak. 

“W-w-what are you doing here?” Yuri stammered, feeling both confused and excited at the same time.     

“Oh.  I…uhhh…,” Tiffany stalled as she remembered the real reason she was there.

Suddenly feeling embarrassed, Tiffany felt her face grow hot.  She broke eye contact and shifted in her seat as she continued nervously.  

“I ummm, heard it was your birthday and well, normally, one of the dancers would give you a .  Your friends noticed how much you were into me and asked my boss if I was okay with dancing for you as a special request.  I’m sorry I’m not Nana.”  Now that Yuri knew everything, Tiffany wasn’t sure how she was going to react. 

“I can’t believe they did that….” Yuri mumbled, trailing off as she lowered her head.  She couldn’t help but feel bad and somewhat guilty for making Tiffany go through all of that because of her.

Taking Yuri’s reaction as disappointment, Tiffany reluctantly stood up and made her way to the door.

Surprised by Tiffany’s actions, Yuri quickly looked up and grabbed Tiffany’s hand. 

“No!  I mean, wait!  Please?”  Yuri desperately wanted to stop her but didn’t know the right words to say.    

“If I knew my friends were going to set this up, I would have never agreed to it,” Yuri said almost pleading.  “I know you must be mad, but please….please don’t go.”

Feeling somewhat relieved, Tiffany turned around and sat down as she tried to reassure her.  “No, no, it’s quite alright.  You know, it’s not like I didn’t have a choice.  I could have said no….” Tiffany cupped Yuri’s cheek with her free hand.  “….but I wanted to,” she said with a smile.

Yuri suddenly perked up.  “Really?” Looking Tiffany straight in the eye, she cleared .  “In that case, I accept.”

Tiffany let out a small laugh.  “I figured you would,” she said as she stood up.

“You know, I just realized I’m not dressed for the part.  I wasn’t sure about this whole thing so I came here right after my shift ended,” Tiffany said as she looked down at what she had on; black tie, a white buttoned long sleeve shirt, skirt, and heels.   

“It doesn’t matter.  You’d look hot in anything.  That is, I mean, you’d be hot in anything because it’s hot in here and wearing a lot of clothes can make you hot,” Yuri said, scratching the back of her head as she forced a laugh.

“A klutz and a dork,” Tiffany whispered to herself as she walked to one side of the room before disappearing behind a curtain.

A few seconds later, the faint sound of a y slow jam, Boni's 'Go Around', began to play.

When Tiffany reappeared, Yuri inhaled sharply.  With tie hanging loosely around her neck, her now ed blouse revealed a black bra and the iest abs Yuri saw in her life.

Her reaction caused Tiffany to smirk as she slowly sashayed over, eager to begin the torture. 

Yuri’s constant mumbles of ‘oh my god’ and ‘oh lord’ only made Tiffany that much more determined to make her melt into a puddle of goo by the end of the song. 

Gripping the sides of the couch, Yuri’s fingernails dug deeper into the fabric with each deliberate arm and leg graze as Tiffany moved seductively to the music.  The contact was electrifying, searing Yuri’s skin with every touch. 

Starting to break a sweat, Tiffany decided to remove her blouse, but not without making it as y as possible.  Straddling the taller girl, Tiffany slowly began to peel apart the sides of her shirt as she leaned in, leaving nothing to Yuri’s imagination.  Yuri stared wide eyed as she reveled in the flawless half beauty on top of her. 

After tossing her clothing carelessly to the side, Tiffany continued to dance while she stood up to tie her hair back, letting a few loose strands fall to either side of her face.  Yuri bit her lip; she found Tiffany touching her hair to be one of the iest things she ever saw.     

Tiffany noticed her reaction and laughed to herself.  Following the queue to the song’s lyrics, she slowly made her way to the back of the couch.  She noticed Yuri starting to turn her head and quickly placed both hands over her ears, letting her know everything was okay.  When she felt Yuri relax, Tiffany reached over and caressed Yuri’s hands, draping her arms over her shoulders.  She began to glide her fingertips over Yuri’s arms, leaving a trail of goose bumps along the way.  Reaching her shoulders, she lightly massaged them before brushing Yuri's long hair to the side, exposing the nape of her neck.  Although Yuri couldn’t see what Tiffany was doing, she suddenly felt feather kisses being placed along her neck as the hot air from Tiffany’s exhales sent shivers down her back and throughout her entire body.  Yuri closed her eyes and once again wished the night would never end.   

Wanting to remove her now restrictive skirt, Tiffany moved to the front of the couch and stood in front of Yuri, not taking her eyes off her.  Purposely fumbling with the back zipper, she tilted her head while giving Yuri a puppy dog look.  Yuri knew right away what Tiffany wanted her to do.  Her more than eager assistant placed her hands on Tiffany’s waist and slowly slid them down to her hips.  Surprised by Yuri’s actions, a soft moan escaped Tiffany's lips.  It was now Yuri’s turn to smile after noticing the effect she had on the other girl.  Contemplating whether she would take her time to tease Tiffany, Yuri was too anxious to see more and nearly tore off her skirt.    

“Oh sorry.  I can buy you a new one,” Yuri said, sheepishly. 

“That’s alright.  I never really liked that skirt anyway,” Tiffany said with a chuckle.  Quickly shifting moods, Tiffany continued with a more serious tone, “Now, where were we?”

Yuri could barely keep her focus as Tiffany’s ministrations were starting to shut down her motor and speech functions one by one.  Kneeling in front of Yuri, Tiffany parted her legs slghtly, slowly making her way up as she placed both hands on Yuri’s inner thighs for support. 

Feeling her pulse start to quicken, Yuri stuttered as she tried to shift her focus to something else.  “I-I-I really like this s-s-song,” Yuri managed to squeak out in between staggered breaths, her eyes still fixated on her private dancer.

“I’m glad you like it, it’s one of my favorites,” Tiffany said, leaning into Yuri as her chest barely grazed Yuri’s stomach.  Her voice was now ragged and husky as beads of sweat started to form on her forehead. 

Tiffany and Yuri were now face to face.  Not really sure what to do next, Tiffany couldn't think of anything else and slowly began to lean in.  To both their disappointment, the song ended before anything happened. 

When the song was over, Yuri’s face was completely flushed with Tiffany’s just as red.  It was clear that both girls were completely . 

“I think I need a shower,” Yuri said with a laugh.

“You and me both,” Tiffany replied.

“I uhh…had a good time.”  Yuri couldn’t wipe the dorky grin off her face.

“Me too,” Tiffany said.  “Thanks for being a good audience.”

“It was tough, but I managed to get through it somehow,” Yuri said with a serious face.

Tiffany playfully hit Yuri on the shoulder.  “You’re such a dork,” she said with a laugh.

As Tiffany stood up and made her way to the door, Yuri cleared .  “Ummm, forgetting something?”

Tiffany turned around to find Yuri holding her shirt and skirt up with both hands.

“Oh, right,” Tiffany said as she shyly looked down, forgetting she was only in underwear and heels.

Yuri walked toward the slightly embarrassed girl.  As she handed the girl her clothes, she pressed herself into Tiffany, causing the shorter girl to back into the door.

Holding her clothes with wide eyes, she stared unblinking at Yuri.

For a moment, Yuri didn’t move.

“Umm,” Tiffany started, “is there anything…”

Before she could continue, she was cut off as Yuri leaned in closer.  The distance between their faces closing fast as their lips turned from inches to centimeters apart. 

Thinking Yuri was going to kiss her, Tiffany closed her eyes and waited. 

After a few seconds, she realized her lips weren’t kissing Yuri’s and instead, felt hot air on her neck. 

Yuri whispered in Tiffany’s ear, “I had a nice time tonight.  My only wish was that we could have shared a kiss at the end, but I guess I'll have to take a raincheck.”  Yuri then placed a light kiss on Tiffany’s cheek and walked past her and out of the room, leaving a stunned Tiffany silent and unmoving.

As she rejoined her friends, both had the widest grins on their faces.

“So, so?” both said in unison with hopeful looks.

“A lady never kisses and tells,” Yuri said slyly.

“What?  I don't consider you a lady so spill it,” Taeyeon said.

“Let’s just say both of us had a great time,” Yuri stated very curtly.

“Now that Yuri’s back, let’s get out of here,” Sooyoung said.  “It’s been a long night and the birthday girl looks more than satisfied.  I’d say mission accomplished.”

As the girls walked out, Sooyoung patted her stomach in satisfaction as Taeyeon waved to the tall waitress from earlier as she mouthed “call me” while holding up her hand to her ear. 

The waitress blushed and looked away shyly as she passed.

Standing outside in the cold night air, Yuri took one last look at the neon lights and smiled before turning around to rejoin the others.

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A/N:  Sorry for taking so long with the update.  A lack of many things caused me to have a huge writer's block with this fic.  This chapter contained the y surprise I promised at the beginning so I hope you guys liked it.  I tried to make it as hot as Yuri's byun fantasy, but with a different feel to it.  One more chapter left to wrap everything up.  Hope you stick with me till the end!