TREY COULD BARELY KEEP HIS EYES OFF OF Beyonce. He had been playing for the last 20 songs yet he never wasted the time to steal glances at her. She had changed her outfit earlier and instead of wearing a black leotard, she was wearing a white one with gold boots. She was currently singing Partition and moving her body in ways he didn't know she could move it.
"Now my mascara running, red lipstick smudged. Oh he so horny, yeah he want to fuck. He popped all my buttons, he ripped my blouse. He Monica Lewinski'd all on my gown." Her hands traveled up and down her body as she looked into the camera. Her dancers slowly walked behind her, moving their hips in circles. She walked towards the lounge piece on the stage, sitting on it.
"Oh there daddy, daddy didn't bring the towel. Oh baby, baby we slow it down. Took forty-five minutes to get all dressed up. We ain't even gonna make it to this club," she sang, seductively looking at people in the audience while her hair blew because of the fans.
"Take all of me. I just wanna be the girl you like, girl you like. The kind of girl you like, girl you like. Take all of me. I just wanna be the girl you like, girl you like. The kinda girl you like is right here with me," Beyonce laid back, raising her legs and trailing her hands over her thighs.
"Driver roll up the partition fast. Driver roll up the partition fast. Over there, I swear I saw them cameras flash. Handprints and footprints on my glass. Handprints and good grips all on my ass," She turned around and grabbed a handful of her full ass. Trey looked at Dave who tried to hide his smile. They didn't need to say anything but they both knew Beyoncé was on fire tonight.
"Private show with the music blasting. He like to call me Peaches when we get this nasty. Red wine drip, talk that trash. Chauffeur eavesdropping trying not to crash."
"Oh, there daddy, daddy now you ripped my fur. Oh, baby baby be sweating out my hair. Took 45 minutes to get all dressed up. And we ain't even gonna make it to this club," She laid on her hands and knees, grinding her hips to the beat. Trey didn't even try to hide his staring eyes, he just couldn't look away from the way she danced.
Beyoncé was driving him crazy.
"Take all of me. I just wanna be the girl you like, girl you like. The kind of girl you like, girl you like. Take all of me. I just wanna be the girl you like, girl you like. The kinda girl you like is right here with me," She flipped her hair, feeling the beat of the music.
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Finally, the stadium grew dark yet all the fans screamed for what seemed like hours.
Shortly after, a short video showed up on the screens. A video of Beyonce and Shawn getting matching tattoos. The stage managers quickly rushed to put the microphones back onto the stage where the backup singers returned from backstage and took away the couch. The dancers left the stage and the vibe had shifted from party to gentle.
