1. Dancing For Mr. Alsina

24. Feels Like Vegas

A/N: Sorry if I keep irritating you guys with their drama and their talks, but I'm trying to amend them and not just have everything blamed on August ;-; Get what I mean? No? It's okay ;-;

Jasmine.

"It's just the fact that you lied to me and I won't be able to fully trust you. I'm pretty sure what I did last night broke some trust for you, too. And I admit that it was wrong, but I was confused, hurt and vulnerable. Also, I was highly offended when you threw that Plan B at me, but you can never be too safe, I guess. Another thing, when you said that I acted stupid, did you mean that," I asked after my pretty long speech.

"No. You're a very intelligent girl," He answered.

"Woman," I corrected.

"Not yet."

"Not yet? What does that mean," I asked.

"Just what I said. No meaning behind it," He answered.

"You sound like an old person," I joked, laughing.

"Anything else?"

"Nah. I think I'm good for now," I replied honestly.

"Okay. How has your day-- Yeah. Let me not ask that question," He said, chuckling slightly.

I giggled. "Yeah. Let's not go there."

It was quiet besides the wind whistling around us. I remembered the smell of food when I came out here, but I don't see any.

"Aug, I smelled food when I arrived, but there isn't any," I stated.

"Oh. My brother's cooking for everyone in the kitchen which is located right below us," He retorted, smiling.

"Oh. I get it now. So," I cleared my throat, "what's bothering you," I asked, propping my elbows up on the table.

"Nothing really besides this morning and the fact that you overreact a lot," He said, looking directly into my face.

"I don't overreact. In my opinion, I under-react."

"Psh. Nah. You go ballistic and I'm just like it's not that serious," He said, chuckling.

"Put it this way, how would you feel if we were dating and there was no Nicole, but I was in a serious relationship with somebody and you were just something to fuck with while on tour. How would you feel," I quipped.

"I would feel betrayed so I guess you gotta point," He admitted.

"Thought so. That's another thing. You're real nonchalant about my feelings," I said quietly with a sigh following after.

"Look, I'm sorry about that, but that's how I've always been. I mean, I guess it takes the right person to change it," He said, smiling and reaching across the table to touch my hand.

"Yeah," I smiled, blushing, "it does."

. . .

{L.A Before the show}

I placed the curling wand back down on to the vanity before slipping into my high heeled shoes. I smirked at my appearance which consisted of a thick red lipstick and a long sleeve crew neck sweatshirt that covered the black lingerie beneath.

I entered the empty room to see August in the chair that I had left for him. I smiled at him as he lifted to greet me. He wrapped his long arms around my body, suffocating me with his strong yet sweet scent. I removed myself from his grasp and pushed him back toward the chair.

"Sit," I instructed.

He chuckled. "Alright, ma."

I bit my lip at that then placed the hadcuffs on his wrist as he huffed. I headed toward the small stage then adjusted the light so it would be dim around him and the stage would appear red around me. After starting the music off with Work by Iggy Azalea, I gripped the pole in both of my hands before swinging myself around it and roping my legs around. I tilted my head back, allowing my wavy hair to flow freely.

"Jasmine, is that you," August shouted from his placement.

I giggled. "Yeah. It's me."

I put my trust in my legs by leaning back, hanging upside down. I stared at him with a smirk as his mouth hung wide open. He hasn't even gotten to the best part. I reached my arms out until I felt the bottom of the pole so I could flip down. Once I landed on my feet, I turned my back to him and slightly bent over, placing my hands on my knees then tic-tocked my hips.

I wasn't shy about these type of things anymore. I felt like I was expressing myself right now, but I'm also doing it for August's amusement. As well as teaching him a lesson by showing him what he'd be missing out on if he fucked up again.

I pulled the sweatshirt off and tossed it aside, revealing my laced underwear matching set. I placed my finger on my chest and ran it down my stomach sexually. The song changed to How Many Times by an unknown artist (Tinashe). That was my cue for his lap dance. I approached him slowly as he stared at me in awe. When I reached him, I climbed into his lap and tore open his shirt, running hands down his chest.

"Since when you been a freak," He asked seductively.

"Always been one. Just never talk about it," I answered with a smile.

"Mhm. When-- oh," He hushed when I began to grind against half erected friend.

I threw my hair over my shoulder and pecked up the side of his neck toward his ear. I nibbled at his earlobe before showing attention to his jawline by grazing my tongue along the side. He grunted lowly into my ear. I smiled in satisfaction before grabbing both sides of his face and pulling it toward mine. I didn't let our lips fully touch but they brushed against one another. I was focusing in on his eyes to see what was going on inside his mind.

"This is too much of a tease," He whined, making me laugh.

"That's the point," I whispered then turned my body around to face the stage.

I laid against his chest and pushed my butt further into his crouch and continued to grind against it. He began biting on my shoulder as he moved his hips into me. The lights came back on abruptly and I jumped off of August's lap, scared one of the dancers found us.

"August, my man-- Oh. My bad," The familiar voice of Chris Brown echoed throughout the room.

You've got to be kidding me.

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A/N: I don't know if that was good or not but I tried ;-; Like whet iz secz?

Anyhow, the rest will be tomorrow or after Thanksgiving.

How did you feel about that strip tease/lap dance?

Do you think everything is really good with them?