Two-Timing

CHAPTER TWO

I emerged from my bedroom after an hour of self spoiling, I stood in front of the full length mirror in the hallway putside of my bathroom admiring myself. I was wearing a cream colored wrap dress that stopped three inches above my knees and hugged my shape snugly. The dress had a slight V neck, putting my full DDs on exhibit. My feet adorned chocolate peep toe heels that gave the illusion that my legs never ended. My MAC cosmetics were applied flawlessly,  I had a chocolate smokey eye, dramatic lashes and creamy lips. My hair was loosely curled,  framing my face and it hung freely down to the middle of my back. My honey skin shimmered from the body powder I had applied and I smelled damn near edible with my strawberry cream body lotion rubbed onto me.

Deena poked her head out of her room and smiled wide as she saw me.

"Damn Rox!  You're a bad bitch, if I do say so myself."
She stepped out of the room, looking completely flawless. She was wearing an emerald green baby doll dress with her Victoria's Secret push up bra, gladiator style gold heels and her signature gold door knockers swinging from her ears. Her long hair was blow dried bone straight and fell freely down her back, stopping right above her big butt. Her make up was a blend if soft green tones on her eyes and her lips were a soft peach color.

"Me?" I faked uttered shock, "Look at you Dee!  These knuckleheads are going to lose their mind over you."
I walked up to her and slipped my arm through hers and smiled tenderly at the woman who seemed to be my only piece of sanity.

"Have you called a cab yet?" I asked.

"Yup. It should be downstairs already." She confirmed we both grabbed our purses and strutted out of our apatment door.

Once we reached the front I grew jittery. We sat in the cab,  Deena smiled seductively at the obviously baffled cab driver who was awaiting the destination.

"Over the bridge baby! Manhattan, to the Playground."  Deena breathed in a husky tone. She knew damn well she had no interest in the less than average looking cab driver, she was simply warming up her game.

I had to love Deena, she was loud and outspoken, sometimes at the wrong times, but she always had my back. I never understood King's issue with Deena. Even if she had her share of bed stories and men sponsoring her, who was he to knock her hustle?

I looked out of the windows as we crossed the bridge, and in that moment, I wondered what King was doing.

I reached into my purse to retrieve my phone, and jumped when I felt Deena's hand suddenly cover mine.

"Nu uh Roxy. You are not ruining tonight. Get that no good dog out of your mind." She snapped as she grabbed my phone and placed it in her purse.

"Baby," She cooed towards the cab driver, "turn up the music why don't ya."

And so he did. We danced in our seats and giggled all the way to the Playground.
Once Deena and I paid the driver we stepped out of the cab. I sighed when I saw how long the line was. Deena turned to me, 

"Now Rox,  you think all of this, " She motioned up and down her body, "and all of that," She mimicked my silhouette with her hands, "waits in a line like that?" She pointed at the line and laughed. She threw her head up arrogantly,  grabbed my hand and we began strutting towards the front door. When we reached the front a big dark chocolate bouncer licked his lips, smiled and lifted the red velvet ropes, "Ladies, do enjoy yourself." he murmered.

I turned and blew him a kiss, hell I might as well enjoy myself now that I'm here right?

The minute our heels hit the bottom stair we felt the bass of the music shaking the floor. We walked up to the big oak doors and paid our entrance fee, the doors swung open and we were looking at a crowd of crazed intoxicated individuals. They were grinding their bodies into each other while exotic dancers slithered up and down the poles in the suspended cages. I loved the Playground, everyone was so care free and sexually emancipated here. I hadn't been since King left for boot camp lady year.

Deena locked her pinky into mine, knocking me out of my trance, she raised our hands above our heads and we parted the crowd. We went to the bar and ordered a red long island iced tea and then continued strutting through the club, sipping on our drinks. Deena wasted no time in posting up right by the VIP area, where we began to bounce our booties better than some of the exotic dancers. We were having a ball together until a man with an entourage of about fifteen men stepped between us. He had to be about six five, dressesd very simple, in a black V neck sweater with a white collar shirt and a maroon tie underneath, he had on black slacks and cognac colored, square toed shoes, and he was so handsome. Something about this man commanded my attention, as we caught each others eyes and I lowered my eye lids seductively and smiled. He returned my smile, showing me a mouth full of straight white teeth with a slight gap between his front teeth and deep dimples appeared in his cheeks. My pussy twitched, I hadn't reacted that way to a man since King, it was surprising.

Deena was eying me and called,

"You better get that Rox! "

I blushed,  these where the times where her mouth shamed me. The handsome man seemed to chuckle, although it wasn't audible over the music that was playing, he then reached his hand out towards me. I took it and immediately felt sparks going through my body. Did he feel them too? Before he had the chance to fully pull me into the VIP I grabbed Deena's hand and pulled her in with us.