The Frequency Of Compulsion/GXG/ Grip The Series: Book One

THIRTY-THREE

L E A N A

The sounds of the club danced in the air as I moved through the crowded floor, already ready to go home even though I just came in—and I ain't make it to practice earlier since I was tryna t—

"I thought you weren't gonna come in today," I heard Silver call out then I felt her hand tapping mine, which had me looking over to see her now walking next to me. "Tryna avoid all that talking?"

"Yeah," I voiced, happy I ain't have to explain nothing to her since our years of friendship meant she knew.

"How you and your friend, Keys?" She poked, and I pushed that smile all the way down before it could make its way on my face as I glanced over to her.

"Don't,"

"Star tryna figure out how locked in y'all are," She confessed, letting me get a peek into what was being said since I ain't come in for it.

"Why she gotta be worried about that?" I asked, feeling myself getting annoyed since I wasn't on the bullshit with the unnecessary drama.

"She saying if you wasn't there yesterday, Keys would've probably gave her sum play," She answered, and I rolled my eyes since I was already over it.

BUT

Maybe she could, maybe if I wa—

I'm not about to fuck my day up thinking about this.

"Let her do what she w—"

"Yow," A voice called out, prompting both me and Latoya to look over, and before we could ask he pointed to me, which had me walking away from Latoya over to him, and he immediately moved closer to talk over the music. "How much for a dance?"

"Here or in a private room?"

"Private room,"

"Three hundred,"

"Here,"

"Fifty,"

"Aitte," He accepted, pulling back and tugging out his wallet to grab the fifty for a dance I wanted to be over already.

I hate working the fucking floor.

If it was up to me, I would hit the stage and then leave every single time, but sadly I couldn't, at least not here. So here I was taking his money and stuffing it between my breasts as he sat down in the chair he was previously in, and I just hoped this motherfucker wasn't the touchy type since I really ain't wanna be touched...not by him.

With the money now with me, I turned around and started dancing in sync to whatever song was playing, wanting to be home since my feet had already started aching. I was tired from being up making all em clothes last night, and my back was in pain from falling asleep on the couch.

BUT HE AIN'T SEE NONE THAT

All he saw was something to get hard to.

Swan-like gestures.

Literal perfection.

The frequency of compulsion.

The frequency of desire.

Inhale

Exhale

Hold

Fall

Right into his lap, facing away from him. I didn't want any eye contact with this man since he would see that I was fed up, and then...his hands slipped to my thighs. I sighed which was silent under all the other sounds present as I guided his hands off my body, feeling his hard on pressed to my ass, which had me counting down the seconds for that three minute marker to be done.