Jordan and Jack were the best of friends until Jack moved away to start his music career. While Jordan was left by Jack without a goodbye, she started writing music, something she never expected herself to. In present time, both Jack and Jordan are...
Jack: Jordan you ready? Jordan: Yea I'm in the kitchen. Jack: Jordan we don't need all these snacks. Jack: Who's we? These are for me. I don't care if Miami was one minute away I'm still bringing snacks. Jack: Ha come on let's leave before it gets packed over there. Jordan: Alright.
*At the airport*
Tasha: I wanna sleep man. Nate: Me too like oh my gosh. Amala: Bruh when's this flight? Tray: At 4. Montero: And what time is it? D'Q: It's only 1:30. Gregg: Jordan why would you tell us to come to the airport at 12 if our flight is at 4? Jordan: Y'all it's my African ways. If we got here like at 3 we would be waiting in a long ass line. I do this for all my flights. Tasha: It's true she does this all the time. Tray: But we got first class why does it matter. Olivia: Because there's other people who ride in first class too. Jordan: Sit tight we got 2 more hours. All: Ughh.
*2 hours later*
Jordan: Alright y'all let's get in line- Jack: Wait! Amala: What? Jack: I should've said this earlier, but- Nate: But what? Jack: I have a private jet. Tasha: Oooh bitch. Montero: The fuck. Tray: You lucky I'm in a good mood cause I would've slapped you by now. Jordan: Jack! Why didn't you say anything? Jack: I honestly forgot I had one. Jordan: Soooooo? What's gon happen. Jack: Let's go to it. Jordan: I need my refund.
Tasha: WE IN MIAMI BITCH! Jordan: The turn up is real. Montero: But like can we sleep first Jack: Yes come on let's get to our rooms and sleep.
11:30am:
Jack: Come on y'all wake up. Brunch is downstairs. Nate: Wait like 5 minutes. D'Q: Nah man then it's gonna turn to 30 minutes. Montero: Not even that like 2 hours. D'Q: White boy wake up. Gregg: I'm coming I'm coming. Jack: Meet us downstairs in 20 minutes. Tray: Whatever
Jordan: Are y'all ready to eat? Amala: Yep let's go.
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Nate: This food good as hell. Tasha: Imma need some to go boxes cause shit. This a lot of food. Jordan: Shit me too. Jack come carry my food back. Jack: How many boxes? Jordan: 4. Montero: Hurry up Jack, go get her stuff. Jack: I'm going, I'm going.
*7:30* Amala: Y'all we leave to dinner in 30 minutes. And then the club after. Tasha: Alright girl. Jordan: Can someone go check if the guys are almost done? Olivia: I'll go.
Olivia: Are you boys done? Montero: Tuh, me and Nate been done. These niggas are slow. D'Q: We almost done ma. Olivia: Okayyy. Nate: Can y'all just fuck already? Tray: Right this thick ass tension between y'all. D'Q: Man shut up.
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Jordan: Y'all ready? Tasha: Let's go motherfuckers!
Waiter: Hi welcome, what would you guys be eating? Jack: Do y'all still need time? Amala: Yea like 5-10 minutes. Waiter: Okay I'll be back then. Jordan: Imma get the steak.....
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Tray: Where the menu for the dessert? Tasha: Yo hungry ass ain't stuff? D'Q: Hell nah we tryna eat. Jack: I want some cake. Amala: Jordan got hella. Jordan: Bitch you was slick with that. Olivia: I wanna get drunk let's go. Nate: To the club!!
*Play song*
All: Listen to this track, bitch Girl the way you're movin', got me in a trance DJ turn me up, ladies, this yo' jam (come on) I'ma sip Moscato and you 'gon lose them pants Then I'ma throw this money while you do it with no hands (leggo) Girl, drop it to the floor I love the way yo' booty go All I wanna do is sit back and watch you move And I'll proceed to throw this cash (Flocka, Waka Flocka, Waka Flocka) All that ass in yo' jeans Can Wale beat? Can Roscoe skeet? Long hair, she don't care When she walk she get stares Brown skin or a yellow-bone DJ, this my favorite song So I'ma make it thunderstorm Bud, want it Flocka, yeah Blow it, fuck it, I don't care Chests' flyin' everywhere Tap my partner Roscoe, like "Bruh, I'm drunk as hell, can't you tell?" Threw seventy bands, bet fifty stacks, oh fuckin' well I'm tryna hit the hotel with two girls that swallow me Take this dick, wanna swallow, Pink Moscato got her freaky Ayy, you got me in a trance, please take off yo' pants Pussy pop on a handstand, you got me sweatin' Please pass me a fan, damn (Flocka, Waka Flocka, Waka Flocka)
Jordan starts to shake ass on Jack and he ends up getting hard. He groans as Jordan teases him with her body movements. He starts to move his hands all over her body and brings her closer to him. He guides Jordan to the rhythm of the song. Jack groans as he is in need of more.
Jack: Let's go to the bathroom.. Jordan: I was thinking the same thing.
