An hour and a half later, the sisters were leaving Jocelyn’s room wearing their varying degrees of white. Each sister had chosen outfits that were an indication of her personality.
Caressa had picked a white skater dress with a plunging neckline that showcased her double D’s. On her feet, she wore a fabulous pair of open toe stiletto heels in a deep shade of royal blue with silver and royal blue jewels on top.
Reia was outfitted in a backless white dress that rose slightly above her knees. She paired it with a pair of silver wedge heels that crisscrossed over her foot and they also contained tiny silver gems on the entire shoe.
Rachel, having received the message was in a white mini bodycon style dress that had a cross effect and stopped mid-thigh. Being more of a risk taker and searching for a bedmate, she paired it with 4-inch multi-colored stilettos that crisscrossed to mid-calf and tied into a bow.
Kayla entering the hall next, wanted to make a strong and dramatic statement. She’d selected a white club dress that could be classified as a sexy halter style dress. The dress hugged every one of her curves as it rose up past her thigh with an illusion at her body hidden beneath. It also had a deep V cut that stopped just below her breast line. The back of the dress was backless with crisscrossed rose red jeweled straps. She paired it with elegant rose red stiletto heels with crisscross straps to her mid-calf.
Jocelyn, closing her door stepped into the hall in a floral white lace dress that came to her mid-thigh. On her feet were a pair of purple, red-bottomed stilettos with an ankle strap and bows on the back.
Looking each other over, they determined that they were club ready and headed to the elevator to party. All five women were getting hard stares and drooling looks from men as they made their way to the club. Little did the men know that only Rachel and Kayla were single and ready to mingle. Caressa, Reia, and Jocelyn simply enjoyed the boost to their egos and made a mental note to send front and back pictures to their men. The music from the nightclub could be heard before they even got close and feeling the excitement, they started bobbing their heads when they heard Booty Meat Down by Kstylis.
Entering the club, the girls began dropping it low, demonstrating the main lyric of the song.
The DJ clocked them coming in dancing and he switched to Kstylis’ Pretty Girl Twerk while saying, “This goes out to the hot girls who just entered the club in a vision of white. My GAWD y’all, got my mouth watering and my dick swelling. Twerk something girls.”
Rachel feeling excitement course through her, started bouncing her ass as she twerked something. “Come on Sisters, let’s light this bitch up. Twerk something Joce, twerk Ressa, move something Ree, twerk something Kay!” Rachel yelled out pumping up her sisters.
Caught up in the music, the sisters started twerking while laughing.
Unbeknownst to Kayla, Myles was off to the side watching her twerk.
He’d spotted her when she walked into the club, and he sputtered his drink out of his mouth. He started coughing dramatically while unable to catch his breath. “What the fuck? Where are her damn clothes?” He started stalking towards her but decided to mix it up, to not come off as an arrogant possessive ass.
Reaching her, he stood there and allowed her to bounce her ass on him. The lower she got, the more her skin was exposed. Knowing what lie between those legs, Myles growled, “Honey Bee, I’m gonna need you to stand up.”
Kayla who was still caught up in the music did a slow grind back up to a standing position. “How was that Myles?” she purred and walked away back to her sisters.
Again, Myles lost his ability to speak or breathe, as he hadn’t noticed the back of her dress when he walked over as he was too busy watching her twerk from the front. “DAMN!” he spat out as he felt his dick grow painfully hard in his pants.
The women began dancing off the floor towards an empty booth, feeling the need to get some drinks. They were about to enjoy each other and the men in the room who were salivating from their earlier moves.
Just as they got seated, a man the perfect shade of milk chocolate sauntered over with his eyes on Rachel. The man stood at about 6 feet with a bald head and goatee. His muscular arms were fighting with his white dress shirt for room in the spotlight. His eyes were a light shade of brown.
As the sister’s eyes swept down, they could see an impressive dick print, and from the looks of it, this dude was packing. Silently gulping, all conversation halted to see what the man would say.
“Hey baby, I saw you come in and set this motherfucker off, would you like to dance with me?”
Rachel still peering into his handsome face took a minute to respond but then replied, “This isn’t dancing music.”
Snickering, the girls looked at her like she had two heads unable to believe that Ms. Shit Talker was at a loss for words.
At that same time, the DJ changed up the music. “I think we need to switch from twerking to grinding, what y’all think?” Boyz II Men started playing.
“Guess my luck just improved baby, this is dancing music,” Mr. Chocolate spoke again, “Now would you do me the honor of dancing with me?”
Rachel looked stunned, as this dude was fine. Seemingly unable to formulate words, she nodded her head as she stood and put her hand in his open palm.
Once they got to the dance floor, Rachel laid her head on Mr. Chocolate’s chest as he began singing the lyrics of the song to her, “Nightfall, here we are…Making love histories…Sexual, natural…The feeling that you give me.”
Rachel took a step back from him for a minute, but when she did, he took one step forward into her and gripped her tighter.
“Don’t run from me baby, I won’t bite you right here unless you want me to.”
As the song ended, Rachel looked at her sisters who were intently watching her slow dance with this man. But as soon as that song ended, When We by Tank began playing. So, Rachel and Mr. Chocolate went from slow dancing to slow grinding.
From her sister’s vantage point, they seemed to be playing out slow fucking, and since Rachel’s dress was short, it was riding higher up her legs.
Mr. Chocolate began crooning the song in Rachel’s ear in a low seductive voice. He dragged out the “when we fuck” part of the song in her ear.
Rachel burrowed deeper into him.
“Baby, all you gotta do is come to my room. I will make these lyrics very real for you,” he promised.
Rachel needing to grab this sexy dish of chocolate goodness he was serving up on a platter purred, “Right behind you sexy, lead the way.”
The sisters sat at the table with their mouths dropped open as Rachel, and Mr. Chocolate exited the nightclub.
“Well damn, Sis ‘bout to get it messing with some hot steaming chocolate,” Reia said in awe.
The DJ being good at his job switched tracks again. “Let’s stick with this grind fest as it proved to be magical for at least one lucky couple. Who will be next?” He laughed into the mic. His next tracked dropped with hella base.
“Oh shit, it’s about to get heated up in here now,” Caressa giddily said clapping her hands together. “Check out this sexy so and so walking towards us with his eyes on Kayla. Where’s Myles? Looks like he got some competition tonight!”
“Excuse me, lovely lady, would you do me the honor of dancing with me?”
Kayla peered up from her glass to see a man standing at about 5’ 10 but not as defined as Myles or the chocolate melt that Rachel just left with. But he had a sexy swag going for himself, and he looked like he could move. “What the hell, let’s go. What’s your name? I like to be somewhat acquainted with the men that will be groping me.” Kayla smirked forgetting that she wasn’t technically available any longer.
“My name is James and yours?”
“Kayla, good to meet you, James.”
Hitting the dance floor, the second verse of the song was playing, and James turned Kayla around, so her back was facing his front. Swaying to the music, he began a slow grind on her ass. He leaned down and started humming the lyrics in her ear.
You don’t need a shower, you already wet.
Know that pussy power, telling me I ain’t ready yet.
I say, “Fuck it,” face my fears, baby.
Every time Chris Brown sang, “Boom shakalaka” James ground her harder.
The action caused Kayla to back it up on him slowly.
Little did Kayla know, Myles was growing aggravated by the display before him.
“This motherfucker thinks he is doing something. And it appears that I need to show my Honey Bee that I’m the only man that will be grinding on that ass.” He strutted off towards the DJ. “Can you play Tank’s Fuckin Wit Me? I need to make a statement.”
“Oh yeah, you definitely bout to make a statement with that one, here you go.” The DJ quickly switched to Tank.
Myles waited by the DJ booth until the song hit a specific part, then he walked toward Kayla and the bastard trying to make her his conquest for the night. “Punk ass dude better get up earlier, fuckin with me. That ass is mine and he’s going to learn today not to fuck with her.” Stalking forward, Myles’ gaze met Kayla’s, and he winked as the song hit the lyrics he was waiting for.
Every time I lick it, you be losin it.
These young boys didn’t know what to do wit it.
You got it all on my face, I love the way that it taste.
By the time the song got to “When you” Myles was in front of Kayla. He dipped down low, so his hips met her pelvic area. When his hips reached hers, he lunged a thrust upward causing her to stumble slightly.
James had stopped moving behind her, and his eyes were sending Myles a challenge.
His loss was that Myles knew Kayla’s body intimately, so he plunged upwards again, this time Kayla moaned loud enough for both men to hear. Myles, feeling victorious stepped closer to her and moved toward her mouth. Getting within reach, he locked onto her lips and sucked her bottom lip into his mouth.
Kayla, unprepared for the assault, stopped dancing altogether.
Myles pulled her out of the other man’s reach and further into his. Stepping closer to her, he began to ravish her mouth in a kiss that brokered no argument about who she would be leaving with.
Gasping and applause sounded off around the nightclub as Kayla’s sisters feeling the need to protect her, came and made a circle around them.
Jocelyn turned toward the man still standing there in amazement, expressed in her best television host voice, “You Sir, are the weakest link. Goodbye.”
Myles, seeing only Kayla came up from the kiss and breathed out, “Unless you want me to lay you down on this floor and fuck you senseless, Honey Bee, I suggest we get out of here now.”
Kayla still dazed from the kiss Myles delivered and only barely hearing his words whispered, “Ok, Myles.”
Myles leaned down and picked Kayla up in a caveman type hold then tossed her over his shoulder. This bold action caused the entire nightclub to go up in applause and hoots.
Jocelyn, Caressa, Reia having watched their single sisters get men for the night followed behind Myles, cheering him on with the rest of the club.