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"Curly yellow dancin' on me Said she smell the green on me (Ooh) And she straight from California Freaky as she wanna be Told me she like boys and girls Oh well, that's okay with me"
Billie
I walk through the big double doors that lead to the club. Immediately being flashed by lights and cameras.
Sometimes I swear I hate fame.
I'm just happy they're not for me, pat on the back for wearing a disguise Billie,
I turn to see who they were flashing but I don't recognized this person but damn they were hot.
They're caramel skin and curly hair. That pearly white smile they flashed the cameras and that body, damn that body.
I bit my lips tracing over her body numerous times.
She walked passed me and I got a whiff of her scent.
Mhmm hmm sweet vanilla lavender
I watch as she walks away. Her ass being prominent in the skin tight dress she had on.
The sight of her beautiful flawless legs sent me to a place called heaven.
I trailed behind her as she made her way to the dance floor.
I tapped her shoulder.
"Oh hi Billie." She nodded
I look at her in confusion.
Do I know her
She senses my confusion.
"Y/n from high school."
I widened my eyes.
She's changed so much! Damn mama got fine.
I used to bully her.
Fuck me.
"Oh." I frowned.
She smiled sensing my mood change.
"Don't worry Billie, the past is in the past. I've forgiven you." She smiled brightly.
I sighed in relief.
"And your famous so how could I not know you!" She exclaimed.
I chuckled.
"You are too, what are you?" I ask.
"A model and singer." She smiled.
She let out an adorable squeal when a song came on.
"Dance with me billie!" She demand.
I laugh and nod as she dragged me closer to her while she stared dancing on me.
Damn this fine curly yellow dancing on me
"You smell like money." She giggles adorably.
"And no I'm not a gold digger so don't let that cross your mind." She smiled.
I laugh and wrap my hand around her throat as her ass was on my crotch.
She let out a tiny moan as I squeeze slightly.
Oohhh freaky as she wanna be
"What's your sexuality mama?" I ask to make sure I ain't fucking with no straight hoe.
"I like boys and girls." She smiled.
"Oh well that's okay with me." I said rocking her into me harder.
I sat down dragging her with me not wanting to fuck her on sight.
I mean I would just like my other quick fucks but she's different than all the other girls
I sat her in my lap.
"What's your story mama?" I asked stoking her curly hair, smiling as it took my fingers and wrap around it securely.
"My old boo left me blue, I really loved her." She pouted.
"But she did some fucked up shit and I accepted the fact that she had to go. Then I was depressed for a while, got better, got a model job, hmmmh, I posted a video of me singing and that started my singing career, and yeah," she smiled at me.
"I'm sorry mama." I say sincerely.
"It's okay." She shrugged it off.
"Yours?" She asked.
"I dealt with depression for a while, posted a song called ocean eyes on SoundCloud and it only went up from there." I smiled.
She stroked my cheek.
"I'm fucked up in ways." I say.
She brought her lips and placed them a centimeter away from mine.
Her warm breath tantalizing my skin.
"I like fucked up girls." She whispered and placed her luscious lips on mine.
