This time Tae actually had to use the bathroom. She pulled open the thick heavy black door, her heels clicked against the black tile floor, pushing open the stall she turned and locked it pulling up her skirt up and her thong down she sat on the toilet then began to scroll her phone.
She answered texts messages and emails, then proceeded to her IG, she made it 8 hours into her Instagram feed before she realized she was done peeing five minutes ago, she also hadn't realized Drake was standing in the women's bathroom leaning against the counter waiting for her to finish, she quickly locked her phone, wiped herself and fixed her clothing, flushing the toilet behind her. She pulled open the door looking down as she smoothed down her skirt.
"AAAHHHHHH!!!!!! SHIT" Tae looked up, her nerves rattled as she stepped back into the stall unaware of him even standing there. "OH MY GOD! AUBREY WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU!? FUCK!" She yelled hitting him in the chest. Her right hand grabbed at her heart, trying to calm her breathing.
"I'm sorry." Drake smiled as he pushed himself from the counter allowing Tae access to the sink to wash her hands.
The warm water washed away the lather of soap Tae had all over her hands, she felt Drake position himself behind her, his large hands on her hips but slowly trailed down the front of her thighs. He pressed the length of his dick on her ass.
"Mmmmm Aubrey. Wait. Now?" She mumbled under her breathe, She felt the fabric of her skirt being pulled up her thighs, once her ass was completely uncovered Drake wrapped his hand around Tae's throat. She tried to swallow the lump in her throat once she felt him apply a small amount of pressure.
He pulled her thong to the side, then unbuttoned and unzipped his pants pulling himself from his boxers. Drake had Tae pinned between the bathroom counter and his body. He pushed himself all the way inside of her, he looked at her reflection in the bathroom mirror and smiled at how wet she already was.
He watched her facial expressions as he continued stroking harder and faster with his hand still wrapped around her throat. Her eyes pressed shut, her mouth open wide, but no sound came out. He gripped at her hip with his free hand digging his fingers into her skin.
He released Tae's throat and placed his hand on her back pushing her all the way down on the counter. She grabbed at the sink as Drake continued thrusting every inch in and out of her. There was nothing soft about Drake's actions, he handled her as if her weight and height was nothing, and it was nothing to him. Tae tensed up, her walls clenched up around him, he could feel she was on the verge coming, her thighs began to shake and her moans turned to screaming.
Drake leaned down as he felt her cuming on him, he turned her head to the side and shoved his tongue down her throat to quiet down her screaming. After a few more hard strokes Drake released himself inside of her.
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Once again the lobby filled with OVO members, friends, family. It was a Friday night turning into a Saturday morning. The Vegas strip filled with tourists, men eyed women that walked by in skimpy outfits, cars sped by blasting music, and lines formed outside of multiple clubs. Vegas had a way with people, it was like the lights caused alter egos, people did things in Vegas that they normally wouldn't ever do anywhere, people partied until they physically couldn't stand, drank until they passed out, but that was Vegas. There was nothing like Vegas.
Drake held onto Tae's waist keeping her close, as they walked through the MGM Grand, random fans sang out HotlineBling lyrics as he walked by, Drake smiled at them as others wished him a happy birthday.
The club was packed shoulder to shoulder, fans circled around the area Drake and his crew had been standing. Phones stayed glued in people's hands recording his every move. And just as fast as people recorded they posted their encounter with the superstar.
Tae remained sitting next to Oliver's wife. The two women sat close to one another conducting conversation as they spoke in each other's ear over the music. Every once and a while Drake would kneel down eye level with Tae to see if she was ok. Asking if she needed or wanted anything, occasionally planting a kiss on her forehead or the top of her head, being playful with her, she would smile as she rubbed the hairs of his beard down.
This was what the fans wanted to see, for some reason they wanted to see how Drake really was in a relationship like his lyrics weren't enough, they needed proof. They wanted to see if he was protective, if he was possessive if he was caring if he was actually as sensitive as he came across in his music. People wanted to see how he interacted with women and not just hear about it. Drake had become a fantasy for women, having little clips of his interactions with Tae lead them to create their own fantasy of him.
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Fanfiction"And Draya, Dollicia ... The rest of them?" Drake asked as his back was turned to her. Tae sat quiet again unsure of what he was really asking, what he really wanted to know that she hadn't already confessed about. "They were a 'at that moment' thin...
