Yes Please || c.g. {complete}

Lap Dance

16

.Carl.

I felt bad for how I'd reacted to Layla's questioning. I knew she hadn't meant any harm by it. Someone like her probably came from a normal, nuclear family with two parents who loved and cared for her. My situation was likely one she couldn't fathom. I realized that part of me was touched that she gave a shit. Someday I was sure I'd tell her more about the neglect, and the foster homes, and the terrible things my siblings and I had witnessed. I didn't want to become her poor Southside charity case. I was more than content being her strong, confident, orgasm-inducing "bad boy."

"How about I take you up on going out dancing?" I suggested to her as the two of us sat on the couch.

No reply. Straight Outta Compton was on, and Layla was drooling over O'Shea Jackson, Jr.

I nudged her.

"Huh?" she asked. "Sorry, what did you say?"

"I said quit eyeballing little Ice Cube," I laughed at her.

She looked embarrassed. "I was not. Really, what did you say?"

"Forget it," I joked, throwing my hands up. "The offer is revoked. I can't even believe that I said it to begin with, so I should actually tha-"

"Oh my God, did you ask me to go out dancing?" she squealed in realization.

I shrugged. "I did. Unfortunately there was a time limit on your response." She laughed and jumped on my lap. "We're gonna have to think of something else," I continued.

"No, no!" she whined playfully, putting her hands on my chest. "Come on! Please?" She leaned her forehead against mine. "I'll give you a lap dance," she said in a sing-song voice.

I pretended to take my time considering her offer. "Hmm, well that does sweeten the pot..."

"I can wear my new miniskirt!" she added, raising her eyebrows.

"Done," I grinned, kissing her quickly before she jumped up with a little happy squeal and went to get ready.

.....

.Layla.

I was so excited Carl was willing to go out with me and do something outside of his comfort zone. I intended to make it very worthwhile for him. I picked out the aforementioned new miniskirt and slipped it on. It was black faux leather and skintight, and admittedly really sexy. I'd been persuaded to buy it when some girlfriends and I had been shopping at Water Tower Place a couple weeks back. I hadn't found a reason to wear it prior to tonight. I wore a black lace bra under a tight, sheer white tank top, and red strappy heels. I fixed my hair into big, loose curls, and put on some darker eye makeup. As I fastened a black choker around my neck, I grinned at myself in the mirror. I got up to grab my wristlet with my phone, cash, and fake ID, and headed out the bedroom door.

Carl had been getting ready in the bathroom. When he heard my heels click-click across the wooden floor, he peeked his head out and his eyes widened.

"Daaaamn," he mumbled, looking me up and down.

"You ready?" I asked, turning and wiggling my butt at him.

"Uh, you better not start that shit right now," he warned with a half laugh.

I turned my head to grin at him over my shoulder and saw him adjust himself through his pants.

Too easy, I laughed to myself.

He came out of the bathroom, slapping my ass as he passed me on his way to the apartment door.

We took an Uber to a place close by my school, where I knew the drinks were strong and the music was good.