Playing With Fire (Lesbian)(Not Edited)

Chapter 25

Somewhere after we got inside the club Janell was approached by a small group of people. They offered us a booth which came with a free bottle. I guess her job came with a few perks. 

"Yeah, no problem." The stranger begins to point at an empty booth in what looks like a VIP section. I see Janell dap them up and pull away with her signature smirk. I am posted on a bar stool nursing a cocktail while Coop is being violated by some random girl. I shake my head because Coop had the biggest smile on her face when she looked up at me. I try not to laugh but she is so damn goofy. 

"Let's go. We are going to VIP." She grabs my free hand that isn't clutching a drink. The others follow us across the sea of people and up some stairs. Security took one look at Janell and waved us through. 

"How did we get a booth?" Casime leans over and yells once we sat down. I cross my legs and take a long sip. I nod my head towards Janell once I swallowed the fruity concoction. He nods and grabs Ravi hand to pull him back on the dance floor overlooking the main dance floor. They really are cute together.

"You want to dance?" Janell says. I had to look around to see if she was talking to me.

"I know you aren't talking to me."

"Yeah, you. I just don't want to watch you getting hammered while we have fun. Come on." She stands up and I look at her with nervous eyes, not trusting her slinky ass. 

She rolls her eyes, "are you trying to dance or not?"

I squint my eyes at her," fine but watch your hands little ugly dude." I say playfully.

"Pshh, girl you damn well I look good." She adjusts her yellow-gold fitted hat on her head. Her crisp, form fitting short sleeve white t-shirt shows off her inked up arms. Her gold accessories flashing brightly under the  neon strobe lights that flicker in tune with the music. A designer belt holds up her black ripped skinny jeans. She tied the outfit together with a pair Laker color scheme Nikes. Janell looks good but I refuse to tell her that. "Yeah I see you checking me out. Now tell me you think I'm ugly again." She flashes another signature smirk.

I roll my eyes, "like I said Janell- let's dance." I walk around her to the private dance floor and do a little two step. Nothing major was needed because the dj was playing a Roddy Rich record. Janell came closer nodding her head mirroring my movements. We circled each other laughing and making faces, occasionally we would rap the song when a fire bar came along.

Soon the song went off and I began to walk off the floor but before I could, they dropped one of my shower songs.  You know one of those songs that make you dance like nobody is watching. I couldn't help myself and before I knew it, I had my hands on my knees swinging my hips for all I was worth.

My white thigh length dress with spaghetti straps is holding my breast in place so I feel secure. The bass boomed and I began to roll my hips. I straighten up a little and flip my hair over my shoulders and I just so happen to catch Janell standing right behind me. I blush because that was not my intention to dance on her like this. I try to move forward but she places her hands on my hips. She doesn't pull me back instead she roll her hips along with mine- we maintained a gap between us.

I give her sly smile and go back to swinging my hips and singing the lyrics to Have Mercy. Janell stares at my ass with intense focus. Her eyes were locked on to every swivel and dip that my hips made. Getting bolder, she creeps forward until her pelvis is pressed against me.