NEW STORY ALERT! Lemme tell yall I listened to one song and it gave me the entire inspiration for this story, now I can't leave you guys hanging because typically I will finish a story before starting a new one, but given that Argumentative has one more chapter left & A Doctor's Heart is nearing the end I thought why not give yall a new story.
Enjoy lovebugs ;)
Her feet were sore, her dance clothes were drenched in sweat, and her hair was definitely going to need a thorough wash when she got back home. She had been in the dance studio for over an hour by herself doing improv to whatever song played next on her music. One minute she was doing a fiery hip hop combination, then in the next she was doing a sultry sex R&B combo. Then it could range from her doing her ballroom training, or doing her ballet training.
Mercedes was a well-rounded dancer, she had been dancing since she was two years old, and despite her family's anger, she made a career out of it. She left her home in Lima, Ohio, and moved all the way to LA. She had been starring in music videos and became a background dancer for numerous hot artists, sometimes even going on tour with them. She knew her career was a fickle one, so she made sure all the decisions she went to make had little to no effect on her financial stability because if there was one thing Mercedes not going to do it was going back to Lima. She didn't want to hear the mass phrases of "I told you so", or "It was only a matter of time" because she wanted to prove to everyone that she was worthy, and her dreams weren't stupid.
So that is why after a water break, she put her music back on shuffle and kept on going with the dancing. She wouldn't stop until she physically couldn't move her body anymore.
Sam Evans was the epitome of a hit sensation. He had got his start on the small acting circuits, and when people found out he could sing, he was placed on the highest pedestal. He had an amazing record deal, a platinum album, and he was going on tour soon. His success was the result of all his hard work, he had left his small town in Tennessee and traveled to LA where he was going to make it in the world because all he had was himself.
He was an only child to his parents, and while his father told him that his career choice was stupid, his mother tried to support him in the quietest ways. In secret, she placed $1,000 in his hands and told him to follow his dreams, and that she would always be there, and that was something he never took for granted. He promised his mother that he would pay her back with interest when he got his first check and that is exactly what he did. He made sure his mother did not want anything, while his father just told him that it was fool's money and that he should keep it in case that he went broke like a bunch of other artists.
However, Sam was never an artist to splurge on necessary things, he lived in a penthouse, and had one car that got him to and from, and he only wear designer when he was on the red carpet. He was humble, never wanting to be a failure ever again.
He was leaving the dance studio after he had just fired his lead choreographer for unprofessionalism, his tour was about a month away and now he had no idea what he was going to do, he would have to redo everything to center around him, but he liked the background dancers to give the fans someone else to focus on. However, he might have to pull the dancers because they only had choreographed three dances out of the fifteen that needed to be done. He was stressed out.
As he neared the entrance he caught a woman in a studio space all alone moving her body to whatever played, and Sam became entranced with her. The way her hips moved, and her whole body matched the movements was memorizing. Her leggings accented her butt, she wore a long sleeve crop top, and she was moving in a pair of stiletto black heels. Before he knew it, he walked into the room, and once Mercedes turned back around and opened her eyes she noticed the audience.
"Um, can I help you?" Mercedes questioned as she stopped the music, and placed her hands on her hips, at the interruption.
"Yes, I was wondering if you would like to become my new choreographer for my tour?" Sam answered confidently as he walked closer.
"Yeah, that sounds like a nice scam in theory but you might need some work," Mercedes huffed out, as she sat down and grabbed her flats as she switched out of her shoes.
"Excuse me, but this is not a scam this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity," Sam replied feeling slightly insulted.
"Ok, then prove it."
"Prove what?"
"Prove to me that you are who you say are. You saw me dance, and now you are offering me a job, so show me the legitimacy of it all." Mercedes explained as she stood up.
"Fine, my name is Sam Evans, and my debut album "Love That Girl" has gone double platinum, I am under a fair and understanding record label, and I just fired my choreographer for my tour that is happening in a month, and I want you to be the new choreographer."
"Ok, fine, you have proved your point, but you only a sliver of what I could do, would you like to dance with me so you can be sure?" Mercedes questioned.
"You know what sure," Sam said. He placed his things back on the ground while Mercedes placed her heels back on and played "Barely" by Dixson.
As the music began to play Mercedes walked seductively towards Sam until she got behind him she took her leg and swung it across his hip as she took one hand and dragged it down his chiseled chest. If this wasn't as professional Mercedes would have mounted the man as he was the sexiest thing that she had seen in months, and the region between her legs was agreeing as well.
She say, "Where your heart?", I say, "Barely there"
I say, "Where your clothes?", she say, "Barely there"
Damn, she snatched my soul, that shit barely there
Where is my control? That shit barely there
Barely there, barely there
She walked in front of him and swished her hips from side to side to the beat as she dropped her body to the ground, When she came back she completely set her voluptuous ass on his frontside while keeping her back straight. When she was finally up she grabbed his hands and placed them on her hips as she swished her hips back and forth and his hands.
Ooh, la, la, a masterpiece
She off the wall like the paper be
She spit real shit to me
The pussy got me hearing things, I'm just sayin'
Spark up the weed and I'll bark up your tree
You howl at the moon like a dog in heat
Put a couple moans on top of this beat, that shit sound good to me
I know you West Side but I like to start out down South
You went to Northside, I know you got clout
Used to skate on the East Side, we used to get down
And take the MARTA back to mama house
Whoever this woman was, she was sexy as hell to Sam. She was sexy and confident and she knew it too. However, he wasn't going to be outdone. He turned her around to face him, he grabbed the back of her neck at the base and tilted her head back directing her to roll it around. He got closer to her and swiveled their bodies together, then he grabbed her arm and spun her out before spinning her back in.
She say, "Where your heart?", I say, "Barely there"
I say, "Where your clothes?", she say, "Barely there"
Damn, she snatched my soul, that shit barely there
Where is my control? That shit barely there
Barely there, barely there
They continued their sexy music dance battle, as the music kept on playing, each of their feelings being heightened as they kept going. Whatever one of them did the other one matched it creating a sexy dance-off.
166, no Drizzy, she had to be fucking with me
Bobbin' like she off the Whitney
Weave so long, cover ass and titties
Black Yoko, I be loco, Lennon
I beat it, beat it like I'm Quincy
Fuck the system, let's get vivid
Do the Kim K, drop the tape on Twitter
Hands on my head while I eat my dinner
Mm, mm, girl, you gon't get a splinter
All this wood, hit the nail in the center
Spread it wide and I'm like, "Gee"
Forgive my sins, I'll lose my life to get this win
Baby, cash money, don't need no PIN
She run from the D, now she gone with the wind
And I'm like, "Nah, let's go again"
At one they ended up on the ground, and Sam jumped between her legs and landed on his hands their faces so close together that they could have kissed. However, Sam backed up and pulled her up with him as she wrapped her legs around his waist, he spun them around as Mercedes straightened out her legs and tilted her head back letting out a perfect smile of sexual tension.
She say, "Where your heart?", I say, "Barely there"
I say, "Where your clothes?", she say, "Barely there"
Damn, she snatched my soul, that shit barely there
Where is my control? That shit barely there
Barely there, barely there
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Let's see where this goes, only heaven knows where we'll go
It's an open door, what you lookin' for, let me know
How else will you know if you let me go?
Don't you tell me so that you have to go
She say, "Where your heart?", I say, "Barely there" (Barely there)
I say, "Where your clothes?", she say "Barely there"
Where is my control? That shit barely there
Damn, she snatched my soul, that shit barely there
The ending pose of their song, ended with Mercedes having one leg hiked on Sam's waist as it locked with his, and then her hands ended up on his shoulders, while Mercedes had one arm cupping her waist, and the other on her neck gently while they rested their foreheads against each other. They breathed heavily as they looked in each other's eyes.
Sam cleared his throat, "You are uh, um a damn good dancer you know that right."
"Yeah, I know, so does this mean I have the job."
"Yep, and you could have more if you wanted.
Steamy... so let me know what you guys think
Bye lovebugs ;)