I'm trying to wrap up some of my other fanfics but its so much harder than it sounds!

I wrote this while blaring show tunes which are surprisingly hard to write smut to

Read. Rate. Review. Be jolly and enjoy banana runts and popcorn!

"Damn, Bombshell!"

Stephanie turned to see Lester standing in a small group of men in the corner of the smokey room. She blushed. She wanted to hit Carlos again. He deserved it for making her go out in this contraption that passed for a dress. She scooted towards the group after seeing more than one familiar face. She accepted a drink from Lester in hopes that it would calm her nerves. Carlos parted for a minute to go find the hostess and get drinks.

She felt on edge. She wasn't the type to go to these events. She stayed at home instead of spending countless nights in a stranger's home. She looked around and saw a cluster of people dancing and even more in what looked to be the kitchen. That's definitely where the booze are. Stephanie tried to relax but felt the urge to tug o her dress.

"So Bombshell, how's it going with you and Carlos?"

"I'd say pretty good. Why?"

"Just checking to see if you were on the market yet."

"She's not." Carlos said from behind her, grabbing her hip and handing her a new cup.

"I don't know, Batman. After the dress fiasco maybe Lester is the better option." She teased.

Carlos' eyes seemed to get impossibly darker and he leaned down so that his mouth was by her ear.

"Babe, that perv would put you in things you didn't even know existed." His thumb stroked her through the dress and she flushed.

"He's not wrong!" Tank said from behind them.

Stephanie turned to greet him and was met by not only Tank but a shockingly dressed, voluptuous black girl with the kind of confidence that would have made Stephanie's dress work much better. Stephanie would have been shocked if she weren't in awe. She had never seen a girl with so much confidence. She was wearing a tight neon green animal print dress with purple pumps and her hair was an alarming shade of pink. You had to have confidence to wear something that crazy.

"Stephanie, this is Lula."

"Oh! You're the white girl Tank keeps talking about." Lula greeted her with a big smile.

"Nice to meet you." Stephanie shouted over the music.

"Come on. We're gonna dance." Lula grabbed her hand and started to drag her away.

"I don't... I don't really dance." Stephanie said hesitantly and tried to stick herself into the floor. Carlos took her drink and urged her towards the floor. "I should call you Joker instead." She grumbled.

Stephanie stood awkwardly on the dance floor for a minute but Lula was having none of that. Lula pulled Stephanie closer and made her move. Stephanie moved awkwardly for a moment. She then realized that everyone was drunk and she might as well dance while she was here. She relaxed a bit and began to sway with the music. Lula encouraged her loudly.

"Yeah! Get it girl, let loose!"

Stephanie had really relaxed three songs later and it was aided by the alcohol. She was happily rolling and grinding with Lula. It was probably the vodka but she was pretty sure they were going to be great friends. The boys were still in their group doing whatever but Stephanie was feeling ballsy so she extracted herself from the sweaty crowd. She sauntered towards Carlos and stepped into his personal space. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and looked up at him.

"Aren't you gonna come dance with me?" She asked softly.

Carlos simply raised a brow. Stephanie groaned at his lack of response and grabbed his hand, turning to lead him to the mob of grinding dancers. She heard a whistle from behind her that she knew had come from Lester. Once they were closer towards the center of the sweaty gyrating crowd she turned and wrapped her arms around him again. She began to sway to the music. It wasn't long before Carlos was in control. Damn those Latin hips.

Stephanie lost it when he moved a leg between hers. She rolled against him and sighed. Pulling away she looked around for doors. Fuck it. She would just ask Lula. She called out to the multicolored sass-machine. Lula pointed to a white door near a very dead house plant.

Stephanie dragged Carlos over to the door and shoved him inside. It was a moderately sized closet that housed the washer and dryer. Not bad. Stephanie didn't have time to make a move. Carlos hoisted her on top of the washer and attacked her mouth. Stephanie began clawing at his shirt.

He was wasting no time. The door didn't have a lock and he was going crazy after seeing her in that dress, swaying on the dance floor. His hands hiked the dress up to her hips and he quickly had her panties around her ankles. Stephanie would have protested but she didn't want to.

She didn't say a word as he pulled his lips away from hers and leaned her back as he lowered himself between her legs. Stephanie looked at him in speculation. This was probably a bad idea...

"Oh!"

Or not! This was a great idea. His tongue stroked her and she threaded her fingers into the long locks of his hair. She said his name softly as he began to lick and suck with fervor. His fingers worked her as he sucked on her clit. She was definitely more aroused due to the alcohol and the thrill of being in a closet with a room full of people on the other side and honestly, Carlos just being near her always had her ready in no time. It wasn't long before she was muffling her climax with her own hand.

Carlos pulled back and licked his fingers slowly in front of her. She blushed and punched him in the chest. She cursed. That had hurt more than she expected. She pulled her panties up and he pulled her dress down. As they left the closet he gave her a swift smack on the ass. She squeaked.

Damn, he was good.

YAY! LULA IS IN THE STORY NOW!

I haven't figured out the next chapter yet but tell me what ya think!