Let's Play

Her slanted eyes were low and looked as if she were sleepy as she looked out at the audience of men that were paying very close attention to the way she moved her body to the slow, sexy sounds of R. Kelly’s song Throw This Money on You. She wrapped her thick thighs around the dance pole and slowly climbed her way to the top before leaning back and opening her legs as if they were a pair of scissors. Her hair fell back; blowing in the wind which was produced by an industrial-sized fan that was place on the stage to give an effect. She slowly slid down the pole in that formation; long, lustrous hair hitting the floor before her. Once on the floor, she turned from her back to her knees, slowly came up; ass towards the men that were making it rain on the stage with dollars and more dollars, lightly dragged one finger over the triangular-shaped piece of material that was covering her kitty and twirled her tongue around the finger of her other hand.

Sitting back; enjoying the way his body felt as he watched the young lady dancing in front of him, Tyair watched the sexy young lady break into a split with her hands flat on the floor. She leaned forward and bounced her ass up and down before slow-grinding and biting down on her bottom lip as if it were good to her. Damn, he thought. He shifted in his seat and continued to enjoy the show; feeling as if she were dancing for him. He studied the dancer’s moves and thought to himself that she would be a beast if that stage were a bedroom. Feeling himself grow hard, he subconsciously grabbed on himself as he took his other hand and rubbed it over the waves that were set deep in his hair.

“Enjoying the show?” Reese; Tyair’s ‘for the moment’ girlfriend asked when she saw where his hand rested after the dancer did the splits on stage.

“Absolutely,” he answered; not looking at Reese.

Reese smiled and replied, “Mhm, I just bet you are.” She picked up her glass and sipped the alcoholic beverage through the straw as she continued to watch on; enjoying the show as well. She knew the girl on stage. Mila; also known as “Ice”, is her girlfriend. The way Ice moved her body on that stage; telling a story with her body circling around like a cyclone, Reese knew that what was being displayed before them was more than a show. Her girlfriend was making love to somebody on that stage. She was definitely worth the money everyone was cashing out on her. The white thong Ice wore looked too good against her cocoa brown skin. It made her ass pop more than it already was. The white stiletto thigh-high boots covered shapely legs and led up to thighs that were tight and thick; making a person want to just lay in between them and fall off to sleep.

Ice slowly opened her top by undoing the three tiny buttons that protected her breasts from escaping. The white sheer top gave off more to the imagination than it should have. The thin, sheer material was a way of introducing everyone with eyes to her dark chocolate areolas and the hard nipples they surrounded. She removed her top carefully but at the same time, she made sure to cover her breast with one arm and put the other up in the air as she rolled her body to the beat and continued to give her best performance.

Reese was glad that she was in a private booth with Tyaire. She reached over and began to rub on his thigh before letting her hand find its destination which was right in the middle of his lap. He looked at her without saying a word; allowing her to massage him while she watched Ice dance. She scooted so close to him that she may as well sat on his lap. Lights flickering in the club, music pounding through the speakers, the light fog effect for Ice’s performance, the alcohol settling in her system; she was feeling some type of way. She unfastened his belt buckle and reached her hand inside his pants, pulling out what was soon to be placed inside her; panties now wet. She removed them and placed them in her purse.

Tyaire positioned himself by scooting back as far as he could in his seat; allowing Reese to sit on his lap. She purposely wore the short black skirt so that access to her goods would be easy. Being a shorty with a petite but curvy frame was definitely working in her favor for this moment. A waitress was approaching their booth as she was easing down on Tyaire’s hardness. But to the waitress, it looked as if Reese was just sitting on his lap. She knew better and saw more. She smiled and asked if they were ready for another drink.

“Nah,” Reese answered as she pretended to be dancing by moving around on Tyaire when she was covering him with her wetness.

Smiling, the waitress said, “I think you are.”

Reese stopped swerving to look at the waitress like she had a problem.

Not breaking her smile or looking away, the waitress placed two napkins down on the table and asked, “Y’all want the same thing, or what?”

“We don’t want shit, the fuck?” Reese was becoming irritated with the persistent waitress.

The waitress leaned in closer to Reese; getting in her face. She spoke in a low tone. “If it weren’t for Ice, your little ass would be outta here. I know you’re fucking.” The waitress then turned her attention to Reese’s ass that was clearly showing. “Now, what would you like to drink, Bitch?”

“Same thing, ma.” Tyaire saw where this was going. “Don’t trip.”

Standing straight with a fake smile, the waitress said, “Coming right up.” She looked at Reese and smirked before walking away.

“Bitches kill me,” Reese stated as she continued to grind on Tyaire.

As Reese moved in a circular motion on Tyaire’s lap; using her muscles to tighten around his manhood, she felt it weakening inside her. She stopped and looked back at him. “Are you shitting me?”

Tyaire gestured for Reese to get off him and told her he was tight. When Ice got off stage, he was no longer interested in her cookies. He wasn’t interested in the first place. He was only turned on because he was watching Ice on stage. In his mind, it was Ice’s ass on his lap. He wanted Ice; not Reese. This angered Reese. She got up and sat next to him; fixing her skirt. The waitress brought the drinks over and placed them on the napkins that she had laid on the table before going to retrieve their drinks.

Tyaire set a twenty-dollar bill on the table and told her to keep the change. She picked it up and placed it in her bra and said, “Thank you sexy.” She then pointed towards the bar where Ice was and said, “Ice got y’all. Thanks for the twenty, though.” She then winked and went on to take more drink orders. But before she walked away, she looked at Reese and said, “You might want to go clean yourself up. You know where the ladies’ room is at.” She smirked and walked away.

“Whatever, bitch.” Reese made a mental note to check that waitress before she left the bar that night. Her mood changed when she saw Ice walking towards their booth.

Tyaire drank on his beer as he watched the woman he was going to dig off into, walk his way. Reese leaned into Tyaire and smiled when Ice slid in their booth. Ice looked at Tyaire, grabbed his beer; moving it further across the table and asked, “You want an up-close and personal?”

Reese shot a look to Ice and said, “Umm, excuse you?”

Ice looked over at Reese; letting a sly grin glide across her face. “I take it you want one too?”

Reese was now confused. She wondered why her girlfriend of two months was acting as if she didn’t know who she was. Ice was playing her like she was your average tipper in a bar to fantasize about being with a stripper. Clearly, this wasn’t the case. She decided to check Ice.

“Don’t do me,” she said as she glared at Ice.

Ice threw her head back in laughter and said, “Didn’t want to.” She then focused her attention back on Tyaire. She moved closer to him, held her head slightly over to the side…looking into his eyes and asked, “What’s your name?”

“Ice,” Reese interrupted whatever game Mila was trying to play. “Yo, like for real. Don’t do that.”

Tyaire inwardly laughed at what was going on, reached his beer and drank some down. He kept his eyes on Ice. He didn’t care what the hell was going on. Reese wasn’t his woman; she was somebody he met about a month ago there at the club. He laid into her the first night he met her as part of a game he plays with his real love. So, Reese getting mad that Ice was showing her boo attention and he was clearly showing interests in Ice bothered him not one bit.

Ice looked at Reese and said nothing. She backed off Tyaire and crossed her legs; still looking at Reese. “Hmm,” she said while looking Reese up and down. She then leaned forward towards the table; resting her elbow on top of the table and chin on the back of her hand.

Reese didn’t like the look she was getting from Ice and said, “Mila, this my boo, Tyaire.” She placed her left hand on his chest and turned his face towards hers, placing a kiss on his lips.

Ice laughed, “Oh yeah?” She looked at Tyaire.

Tyaire smiled; cheeks producing deep dimples.

Ice leaned into Tyaire and introduced the tip of her tongue to a dimple; slowly circling her tongue inside its deep pit. She then looked at Reese and said, “Well, Reese.” Beyonce’s Rocket began to play. She stood; taking Tyaire’s hand in hers and guided him closer to her so that she could give him a lap dance. He followed by sliding to the corner of the seat so that he could get that dance; looking at her as if he could take her right there. He felt his manhood rise and was ready to get into something soft, wet, and pretty and he knew that Ice was that deal. She moved her body in rhythmic motion to the beat of the song; touching her body; swerving her hips; touching on Tyaire; and then facing him, she sat on his lap and wrapped her arms around his neck.

“What the fuck?” was all Reese could say as she sat there and watched with a dumb expression on her face.

“See, sweetie,” Ice leaned her breast into Tyaire’s chest and hugged on him, kissing his neck. She then leaned back at her arm’s length; hands placed on his shoulder, and then proceeded to give him a soft kiss on his lips.

‘This here?” Ice placed her hand on Tyaire’s chest. She narrowed her eyes and looked at Reese. “Is my husband. Unfortunately for you, love, you were just part of a game we play to keep our sex life hot and steamy.”

Ice got up from Tyaire’s lap and stood in front of him, continuing her dance. “You, my dear…are dismissed.” She then waved her hand in the air as if she were giving Reese the go ahead to leave.

Reese sat in her seat; dumbfounded. She was still processing what was just told to her. She couldn’t believe she was being played by both Ice and Tyaire the whole time. Speechless with a dumb expression on her face, she finally gathered her things and slid out of the booth. Before leaving, she looked at them both and gave them a disgusted look. “You two are some trifling muthafuckas,” she spoke with venom.

“Get the fuck out of here,” Tyaire spoke. “That shit you got down there is trifling,” he said as he looked down at her skirt. “Why the fuck you think my shit went soft when you swallowed it with that bottomless pit for?”

Reese put her middle finger up as she headed towards the door. Ice laugh about the whole ordeal. As Reese made her way out the bar, she bumped into the waitress that was being nasty towards her. The waitress had a smirk on her face as she looked at what seemed to be an angry chick that just found out she was played.

“The fuck are you looking at?” Reese angrily spoke.

The waitress laughed. “Look,” she started, “No need to get mad, ma.” She looked Reese up and down. “That’s just how they get down. But check it. You wanna get them back?”

Reese was curious to know how that would be possible. She eyed the waitress.

The waitress took Reese’s cell out of her hand and spoke as she entered a number into the phone. “Call this number. Ask for Ace and tell him that Cyn gave you his number.” She handed Reese her cell back. She looked at her and said, “Them muthafuckas played me too. You were the next bitch to play after me. But I’m not letting it slide. I smile and act as though it doesn’t bother me but fuck that. I didn’t fuck him, but I was falling for him not knowing that him and Ice were together.”

Reese mouth dropped open.

“Close your mouth, honey,” Cyn laughed. “Tonight will be the last night those muthafuckas play this game. Trust.” Cyn turned her attention to Ice and Tyaire. Ice looked over and saw Cyn talking with Reese and smiled as she danced on her husband; blowing them both a kiss since now Reese was looking, as well. Cyn smiled and held her glass up to Ice as if to toast before she downed the drink.

“What am I calling Ace for? Who is he?” Reece was confused.

“Because,” Cyn looked at Reece. “You’re going to help me kill the both of them bitches.”

Reese swallowed hard. “Get the fuck on, I’m not helping you do shit. It’s not that damn serious.” It was clear to Reese that Cyn had loose screws.

Without breaking her look from Reese, Cyn replied, “When you find out that you’re a dead woman walking, I want you to come back and tell me that same shit. I saw y’all in that booth. See love, what you don’t know is that Ace is my brother and I met Ice through him. They used to kick it. That bitch is HIV positive and now so is my brother. She lied and told him that she wasn’t but she is.” Cyn looked over at Ice and then back to Reese. “And since you fucked them both,” she poked at Reese’s chest. “You may be too.” She then walked away leaving Reese standing alone.