The Come Up

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" I wanna get some ass." I say in Aaliyah's ear with a smirk on my face.

"You gotta condom?" she asks.

"Ew no not like that, I don't know any of these thots....I just wanna dance."

She laughs then says "Then go get one!" while pushing me into the crowd, behind this one girl who was throwing it back like her life depended on it. Her back was gonna be sore for sure in the morning. I smoothly got behind her and grabbed her hips and she immediately went to work. She started whining, yiking, and grinding all over me. Even though she didn't have much of a butt she still managed to make it jiggle, which turned me on. Everything was going cool until she looked over he shoulder at me and I couldn't believe who it was.

"Margaret!?"

"Hey Miles." she said while pushing her glasses up higher on her nose.

I backed up off of her, not in the dancing mood anymore.

"Did you enjoy the dance?" she said with a lisp and snort, grabbing on my clothes.

"Ummm, it was alright. I didn't know you could dance like that." I laughed nervously.

She gave a loud, high pitched giggle.

"I'm gonna go get some punch, ok?" I told her, trying to get out of this awkward situation.

"I'll come with you!"

"Oh no that's ok I can find it on my own."

"But I'm thirsty too." she claimed giving me a seducing smirk.

I roll my eyes and mumble "That you are." then make my way to the punch table with her close behind me, holding my hand.

Aaliyah POV

I saw Miles disappear in the crowd with the girl who had just given him a dance. When I told him to get a dance I didn't mean for him to run off and fuck the girl that gave it to him. I guess he really wanted some ass after all. What happened to staying together? There was a sense of anger that came over me. But why? I shouldn't care that Miles went to go mess around with some girl. He's a boy, he should do what he wants. It's not like he's my boyfriend.

Besides my weird emotions and turned stomach from Dexter's revolting attempts at "flirting", the party was going pretty well. The music was good, the vibes were good and I was actually having a good time. Not to mention there were a lot of cute boys. Some I didn't recognize. I was single and kinda ready to mingle so why not bring the flirtatious, naughty side of Aaliyah out.  Say It Again by H.E.R played and I was feeling it. I noticed a cute, tall, brownskinned boy with dark, silky curls standing in the center of the room just looking around. He seemed bored so I decided to make the first move. I approached him smoothly by saying "Hey handsome, you care to dance?"

He laughs a little "I've got 2 left feet when it comes to dancing ma."

I laugh and say "That's okay, just let me do all the work." I began whining slow to the beat then I took his hand and turned around and placed his hands on my hips. I was ticking, whining, throwing it back and doing all the moves a stripper would do but without the pole. He was mesmerized. Once he finally caught on and moved with me to the rhythm, the song was about to end. I turned back to face him "Thanks for the dance." with a smile and wink.

I tried to walk away but was stopped when he took my hand "What's your name?" he asked me.

"Depends on who's asking." I replied slyly.

"I'm Josh, I go to Clinton."

I looked him up and down, to get a glimpse of his shoes, he wore retro 4s that looked like they were fresh out the box. He had shoe game.

"I'm Aaliyah, I go to WestChester."

"Well I must say, your moves are just as beautiful as your face."

I laughed at his compliment "Thanks, they're god given qualities."

He smiles then says "You here with anyone?"

I pause for a second, thinking about Miles, then remember he ran off with that thot. "No not really" I reply.

"Well then you'll be leaving with me tonight." with a smirk on his face.

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