_Lucas Coly_
I can tell may the way the she moving she wants the attention. She ain't even trying hard she's just dancing. I'm sure, just like me, every other guy in this club staring at her. Her hips moving side to side like she's Shakira. Lemme tell you her hips don't lie. If I had to describe how she looked like an angel. Some thirsty dudes would holler at her and she'd turn them down so quick had me scared to even try. Pause. I'm not scared. Im cautious. I want to know what I'm getting myself into. I stood at the bar with one drink in my hand. The same drink I had since I walked in. Dillyn was dancing with his girl in the middle of the dance floor. Will dancing with some random chick and me? My eyes are set on this one girl.
I watched as another man walked up to her and wrapped his arms around her. She immediately stopped and turned around putting her hand on his chest. She spoke words to him that I couldn't make out due to the club lighting. But he put his hands up in surrender and walked away. Another one turned down.
"What is with this girl man?" I asked no-one in particular, taking another sip of my alcoholic beverage.
"She comes here every Friday. Has a couple drinks, dances, then leaves. I could have sworn she was the preachers daughter. But nope. She just wants to have fun without interruption." The bartender spoke.
"She don't come with nobody?" I asked. He shook his head.
"Nah. Just her. She catches the eye of every man when she dances. I think it's because she's so carefree and not trying too hard. It works." He said. I nodded, agreeing with him.
"You should try man. She turned everybody in here down except you." He spoke. I chuckled.
"Naw. I'm good. You try." I spoke.
"Nope. I play for the other team." He said. Oh he's gay. I wouldn't have known. Cool.
"But the way she dancing she might turn you out." I said chuckling. He laughed.
"Oh I've seen her do it." He said. I looked at him in shock.
"Word?"
"Hell yeah. Girl come in her straight as a board. Leaves wishing she was a nigga. Swear." He spoke, fixing another customer a drink. I shook my head.
"This girl is something dangerous." I spoke finishing my drink off. He looked up behind me and smiled.
"Here she come dude. Talk to her. He spoke. I didn't even dare myself to move as she took a seat next to me.
"Another drink?" He asked me. I nodded.
"Yeah. Uhm... same thing. Hennessy on the rocks please and uh...." I looked over to her. "and get her whatever she likes. On me." I spoke. He nodded and looked over to her. I took out my wallet not realizing she was looking at me.
"Lemme have a shot of tequila please." she said. I put the money on the counter and waited for him to take it. I didn't look at the girl. Why? Because I didn't wanna try to hard. She doesn't so why should I?
"Thank you." she spoke. I nodded.
"No problem." I spoke.
"I'm Michelle Jones. But my friends call me MJ. " she spoke holding out her hand for Me to shake. I turned to her.
"Lucas. Lucas Coly." I said shaking her hand.
"Mhm. Nice to meet you and thank you for the drink." she said. I nodded.
"A lady should never pay for her drinks when there's a man around." I said. She smiled and I smiled back at her.
"So do you came here often?" she asked. I turned around and leaned back on the bar.
"Naw. I come every once in a while. What about you?"
"Every weekend." she spoke proudly.
"Oh really? Your friends force you to come out with them?"
"Nope."
"Why?" I asked staring at her as she spoke. The bartender came back with our drinks and she downed her shot.
"Its better that way. Come dance with me!!" she said and grabbed my hand. Her sudden urge to dance shocked me and I grabbed my drink, downing half that guy, before I was pulled away. On the dance floor with her was a whole mother feeling. The girl can fucking move. After about 30 minutes of her grinding on me like she try a have a baby I've had enough and wanted more at the same damn time.
"Let's get out of here." I spoke. She smiled and nodded. I grabbed her hand and we walked out of the club and climbed straight into someone else's Uber.
"Are you Hannah Sinclair?“ He asked. Michelle nodded. This girl Savage. About to steal somebody Uber.
"Yeah and I'd like to change the destination." she spoke, handing him a piece of paper. I reached over and touched her legs, she jumped. I leaned over closer to her ear.
"Try to keep quiet." I whispered as my hand raised higher up her dress. I slipped my finger passed her panties and began to play with her wet folds. I mentally patted myself on the back. Good boy Lucas. She dripping. She bit her bottom lip. As I stared ahead pretending that nothing was happening. I pushed 2 fingers inside of her and she gasped.
"Oh my.." she said closing her eyes and leaning back on the seat.
"Woah. Yall okay back there?" The driver asked. I nodded.
"Yeah we good sir. She just not feeling to good." I lied. He nodded.
"Please don't throw up back there. I just got the car cleaned." He begged. I nodded and began to move my fingers. She moaned quietly and placed her hand on top of mines.
"Excuse me sir can we listen to some music please?" I asked.
"What genre?" He asked. We need something loud cause I'm bout to let my fingers walk.
"Rock. Y'know heavy metal." I said. He chuckled.
"You listen to heavy metal?" he asked. I nodded.
"Yes. You racist mufucka." I spoke. He put his hands up and played some heavy metal. Not scream type shit but loud as funk. I scooted closer to her and twisted my fingers inside of her and let them walk on her walls.
"Shit." she moaned out. I did a couple tricks that I had learned to do a while back and honestly they work magic. She was back there screaming and moaning like I was killing her. But she better know when we get to where we going I'm killing that pussy. Legit Put em in a coffin. She came over my fingers. We pulled up to an apartment complex and we got out. We reached the elevator and it was empty. She leaned down slowly and sexually took off her heels. I watched her every move. When we got out the elevator I walked behind her. Watching her every single move. Something about her turns me on so much that it's just crazy. After watching her year me and open the door. As soon as the door opens o grabbed her pushing her inside. I pushed her up against the wall and attached her lips and we went at it.
_3 hours later_
Michelle and I laid in bed cuddled up together.
"I knew the real reason you go to the clubs every Friday." I spoke.
"Why?" She asked.
"You want attention. But not just from any guy but a respectable man. Like me." I spoke. She looked at me.
"How do you know?"
"I'm good at reading people. I can read your body language." I said. She giggled.
I'm not lying tho. Her hips. Her movement. Her hands in the air. Her Body Language all begged to be held by the right man. I guess that's me.
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So I didn't feel like having a sex scene. Next one tho I promise. So if you hit me up with an imagine request send it again. For some reason I cannot see them. With all my love see yah.
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Hold up. Before we go who seen the trailer for Misguided Behavior?? Bruh...
