Creativity exercise (fiction)

She saw him from across the room and proceeded towards him. Had he noticed her? Not yet, but that was about to change. She was tall and curvy, reminiscent of Tura Satana in the 60's. 

She walk up to his chair and without skipping a beat, turned around dropped herself into his lap, arched her back and flung her hair in his face. He caught her scent and was instantly attracted. She bent forward and began to move her hips in a spiral on his lap. She could tell he was getting turned on. 

His pals stared on in amazement. This had never happened to any of them outside of a strip club, where they paid for such adoration from a female. She turned around to straddle him and slowly sunk back down onto his lap, allowing her stomach and breasts to graze his lips on the way. She moved her hips front to back as he wondered if how he was going to hide his excitement from his friends. The song suddenly ended. She stood up and gave him that come-hither glance. He would be a fool to not follow her.