She knew his voice when she heard it. "I ain't goin' nowhere in no damn pink shirt. It just ain't happening."
Lalana walked up to the scene. A short, frantic woman stood struggling to reason with MC ROC while a tall and visibly feminine man with a thick accent stood pulling at his own hair.
Lalana acted as though she was casually strolling by, then doubled back. "ROC?" she asked. "Is that you? I didn't know you were gonna be here."
ROC looked up at Lalana. "Look, I'ma catch up wit' ya'all after ya'all work that shit out," he said to the people standing around him. "Scottie, handle this shit." ROC crossed the room to Lalana.
"You look hot, man! You sure you not scheduled to rip the runway tonight?"
Lalana smiled. "So, you modeling tonight?" she asked.
MC ROC shook his head. "Nah, they can't get their shit together so I'm pulling out."
"That's unfortunate," she flirted.
"You know what, why don't you come wit' me so I can holla at you for a sec?" He whispered. "I meant to call you back the other night so we could hook up again. You real cool." He smiled.
Lalana's insides were on fire as she followed him inside a room down the hall.
"Is this the men's restroom?" she asked, looking around.
"One of 'em. But don't worry, ain't no body coming back here. They gon' use the ones on the other side,"
"Oh," Lalana saw ROC staring at her.
"You look so damn good in that outfit, yo."
When ROC reached for her, Lalana thought he was going to hug her. Instead, he reached for the small zipper holding her one-piece outfit together. Zipper down, ROC smothered Lalana's neck, bare shoulders and chest with wet and wanting kisses.
Not wanting to be outdone, Lalana met ROC's kisses with some petting. She reached for his crotch, grabbed and squeezed him the way she knew he liked.
ROC shoved her into a wall. Lalana reached for her boots to slide them off. "Leave them on," ROC demanded. He ripped her bra off without unhooking it and took one of her breasts in his mouth.
"Mmmmmm," Lalana moaned. ROC's hand's ripped open a condom wrapper, pulled Lalana's panties to the side, spun her around, and bent her over at the waist.
The small bathroom they were in was hardly big enough. Lalana placed her hands against the wall behind the toilet to steady herself. It was a good thing she did - within moments ROC was ramming into her so hard Lalana went up on her tip-toes to keep from tumbling forward.
"Shiiiiit," he moaned.
ROC bent his knees slightly, grabbed Lalana's hips from behind, and moved his own in a circular motion. Impulse caused Lalana to reach back and grab ROC's sack as he slammed into her.
"So. Good." ROC's words came out strained as he gasped for air.
"It feels so good, ROC, it feels so good!"
"Yeah baby! Yeah!"
"Feels so good," Lalana repeated, nearly in a trance.
ROC guided her hips in the direction he wanted. Soon she was tingling in places she couldn't control.
"Oh GOD, ROC! Oh GOD!"
She felt him slow his pace a bit and turned to look at him over her shoulder.
"What's the matter, baby?"
"Just needed to slow it up a bit," ROC panted, biting down on his bottom lip.
"No, don't slow down. Keep it coming, keep giving it to me."
He did. But only a few seconds later, Lalana felt him jerk.
"Oh shit!"
Lalana wiggled her hips faster.
"Girl, you gotta-"
She moved some more.
Without warning, ROC pulled out. He ripped his condom off and exploded all over her clothes.
"Aaaaaaah," he sighed, stroking his still-swollen shaft. "Damn, that was tight."
Lalana didn't quite get hers. She turned to ROC and touched the back of her cat suit.
"Did you get that on me?"
"Yeah, Shorty, I'm sure I left my mark," he snickered.
She knew she couldn't get mad.
"Look, I'ma hustle up outta' here so you can clean yourself up," he said, already adjusting his own clothes.
"But where are you gonna be, when I'm done?" Lalana tried to turn on the little rusty faucet, but it didn't work.
"Oh, I'ma have to catch up with you later, um, I wasn't
Lalana walked up to the scene. A short, frantic woman stood struggling to reason with MC ROC while a tall and visibly feminine man with a thick accent stood pulling at his own hair.
Lalana acted as though she was casually strolling by, then doubled back. "ROC?" she asked. "Is that you? I didn't know you were gonna be here."
ROC looked up at Lalana. "Look, I'ma catch up wit' ya'all after ya'all work that shit out," he said to the people standing around him. "Scottie, handle this shit." ROC crossed the room to Lalana.
"You look hot, man! You sure you not scheduled to rip the runway tonight?"
Lalana smiled. "So, you modeling tonight?" she asked.
MC ROC shook his head. "Nah, they can't get their shit together so I'm pulling out."
"That's unfortunate," she flirted.
"You know what, why don't you come wit' me so I can holla at you for a sec?" He whispered. "I meant to call you back the other night so we could hook up again. You real cool." He smiled.
Lalana's insides were on fire as she followed him inside a room down the hall.
"Is this the men's restroom?" she asked, looking around.
"One of 'em. But don't worry, ain't no body coming back here. They gon' use the ones on the other side,"
"Oh," Lalana saw ROC staring at her.
"You look so damn good in that outfit, yo."
When ROC reached for her, Lalana thought he was going to hug her. Instead, he reached for the small zipper holding her one-piece outfit together. Zipper down, ROC smothered Lalana's neck, bare shoulders and chest with wet and wanting kisses.
Not wanting to be outdone, Lalana met ROC's kisses with some petting. She reached for his crotch, grabbed and squeezed him the way she knew he liked.
ROC shoved her into a wall. Lalana reached for her boots to slide them off. "Leave them on," ROC demanded. He ripped her bra off without unhooking it and took one of her breasts in his mouth.
"Mmmmmm," Lalana moaned. ROC's hand's ripped open a condom wrapper, pulled Lalana's panties to the side, spun her around, and bent her over at the waist.
The small bathroom they were in was hardly big enough. Lalana placed her hands against the wall behind the toilet to steady herself. It was a good thing she did - within moments ROC was ramming into her so hard Lalana went up on her tip-toes to keep from tumbling forward.
"Shiiiiit," he moaned.
ROC bent his knees slightly, grabbed Lalana's hips from behind, and moved his own in a circular motion. Impulse caused Lalana to reach back and grab ROC's sack as he slammed into her.
"So. Good." ROC's words came out strained as he gasped for air.
"It feels so good, ROC, it feels so good!"
"Yeah baby! Yeah!"
"Feels so good," Lalana repeated, nearly in a trance.
ROC guided her hips in the direction he wanted. Soon she was tingling in places she couldn't control.
"Oh GOD, ROC! Oh GOD!"
She felt him slow his pace a bit and turned to look at him over her shoulder.
"What's the matter, baby?"
"Just needed to slow it up a bit," ROC panted, biting down on his bottom lip.
"No, don't slow down. Keep it coming, keep giving it to me."
He did. But only a few seconds later, Lalana felt him jerk.
"Oh shit!"
Lalana wiggled her hips faster.
"Girl, you gotta-"
She moved some more.
Without warning, ROC pulled out. He ripped his condom off and exploded all over her clothes.
"Aaaaaaah," he sighed, stroking his still-swollen shaft. "Damn, that was tight."
Lalana didn't quite get hers. She turned to ROC and touched the back of her cat suit.
"Did you get that on me?"
"Yeah, Shorty, I'm sure I left my mark," he snickered.
She knew she couldn't get mad.
"Look, I'ma hustle up outta' here so you can clean yourself up," he said, already adjusting his own clothes.
"But where are you gonna be, when I'm done?" Lalana tried to turn on the little rusty faucet, but it didn't work.
"Oh, I'ma have to catch up with you later, um, I wasn't
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