Ain't My Fault

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Info - song fic, innuendos, suggestion of sex, over the close

I couldn't stop staring at him. He sat in the back the of club. He looked expensive and shiny. I stared at the way his hands move. His necklace glimmered in the purple lights.

I needed to make a move because he was making my brain go blank.

I walked over, not looking in his eyes. I pretended to trip on my heels. I fell into his lap.

"Woah there, you okay?" He asked. I looked up at him and gave him a wide smile.

"I think I'm perfectly positioned for what I had in mind," I chuckled. His eyes lit up and a smirk flitted across his gorgeous features.

"What's your name?" He asked.

"Y/n, but also I'm not really in the mood for small talk," I said, standing up and sitting in his lap. I put my arms around his neck.

"What are you in the mood for?" He purred.

I took his hand and guided it to my pussy. I winked at him.

"There's an Uber out front if you'd like?" I smirked.

"Let's go," he said in a deep voice. I felt my Kitty purr.

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