Oops sorry, I just realized that I was told to post this under "Trey's Angels" the next time & I forgot. I removed the other one & copied & pasted the comments I received.
Mr. Steal Yo’ Girl
Trey pulls his black maserati up to Doc Chey’s, his favorite Chinese restaurant right before dinner time. Doc Chey’s is always crowded so he wants to beat the dinner rush. He was trying to get back to the crib to finish writing while he was in a creative mode. His grumbling belly wouldn’t allow him to concentrate.
Trey: Handing over his keys…“I’m getting take-out, so can you keep my ride close?”
Valet: Hands Trey a ticket… “Yes, sir.”
The hostess opens the door & greets Trey…directing him to the maître d’.
Maître d’: “Good evening sir. Will you be dining alone?”
T: “No, actually I’m just getting carry-out.”
M: “Yes sir. Here’s a menu. Have a seat and I’ll send a waitress over to take your order.”
T: “Thank you.” Trey sits and scans the menu.
M: “Loren, the gentleman sitting down is ordering to go. He’s a special guest. Please tend to him immediately.”
L: “Of course.”…approaching Trey, “Good evening Sir. My name is Loren and I will be glad to take your order.”
T: “Thanks baby. I would like the Thai Shrimp Rolls and the Chinese Lo Mein.” Trey hands her the menu.
L: “I will put that right in for you.”
T: “Thank you.”
Trey begins to scroll through his phone…tweeting and sending shout outs to his Angels, text messaging his homeboys from Petersburg, and even handling some business with Troy Taylor. Twenty minutes later he hears the clicking of heels imminent. With eyes downward looking at his phone screen, Trey is distracted. He spots the Manolos…moving up her stocking-covered legs, resting slightly on her round bottom, noticing her small waist, tight tits, and landing on smooth, caramel skin. She has on a black pinstripe business suit with a white scarf around her neck. Her hair is pulled back into a long ponytail with blond highlights. Acknowledging her arm connected to a dude beside her, “She’s on a date”, he realized.
Loren: “Here you are sir. The total comes to $18.70.”
T: “Thanks baby…you know…I’m sorry, change of plans – I’d like to dine in today.” (Motioning his head) Can you sit me next to their table?”
L: “Of course. Follow me.”
Trey sits in the chair that puts her eyes in direct contact of his. As he sits, they connect eyes. Trey holds his gaze until her date turns around to see what she was staring at. Trey overhears him ask her “Who is dat?” “He’s Trey Songz I think – the R&B singer”, she says. “Stop staring at him”, he barked.
L: Standing on the side of Trey’s table, “Would you like something to drink, sir?
T: “Yes, patron, no ice.”
L: “Yes, sir. Would you like for me to have the kitchen transition your food onto a plate?”
T: “No, just bring me a plate and I can do it.”
Trey sits and eats his dinner, frequently looking at the mystery lady hoping they would lock eyes again. She could feel his glare from her table. He definitely sparked her curiosity, sitting there looking sexy as hell with his fresh hair cut and bedroom eyes. She couldn’t focus on what her date was saying…all she wanted to do is look Trey’s way. God must’ve heard her prayer…her date excuses himself for a restroom break.
Lady: Turning to Trey, “Why do you keep staring at me? I’m on a date and you are making it very hard to focus.”
T: Grinning… “If it’s that easy to make you lose focus then maybe your focus ain’t where it should be.”
Lady: Breathing heavy…dazed and confused from his smile, “What is that supposed to mean?”
T: “I’m just saying babe…fuck yo’ man…it’s you I’m tryna step too.”
Lady: Laughing, “You stupid and you stole that from Love Jones – I love that movie.”
T: Laughing guiltily, “What’s your name baby?”
T: “I’m Trey.”
S: “I know who you are.”
T: “Oh you do? What you know about me?”
S: “Well, you’re a little delusional.”
T: Laughing, “Why you say that?”
S: “Well, apparently you think you invented sex and some how you’re under the impression that your neighbors know your name. Well I’m here to inform you that you didn’t invent sex and yo’ neighbors don’t know shit about you. You’re delusional.”
T: “Let’s test that theory. When I’m done with you, yo’ hair will be in cornrows” He holds his fix into her eyes, giving her a serious side smile.
S: She tries to shake his charm. “What makes you so confident that you all that in bed? I bet you are all bark with no bite.”
T: “Would you be willing to bet on that?”
Not sure what she got herself in, Simone closes her eyes to compose herself…she exhales and then opens her eyes once more. He might actually be able to pull that off, she thought to herself. She takes a sip of her wine…
T: “Is yo’ man taking a shit?”
Simone sprays the entire table with wine after Trey’s snide remark. She bursts into laughter. “I don’t know. He HAS been gone a long time.”
T: “Yeah, we could’ve been to my spot & back by now. So what you think? Wanna bounce?
Simone pats the table dry…
Trey knew that because she didn’t answer no immediately that he had a good chance of snatching her up out the restaurant at that very moment. He stands up; leave’s a $50 on his table and another $100 on her table. He grabs her arm and quickly walks her out the door. Simone is a puppet. Her legs are just as useless as her brain. Trey gives the valet $20 and jetted off in the maserati.
Simone knew what she was doing was wrong but she was under his spell. As he drove with one hand, she took his free hand and put it in between her legs. Trey could feel how wet she was. He pushed her panties to the side and rubbed her clit. Simone reclined her seat so he could have better access. She placed her hand on top of his hand to speed up his rhythm. “Mmmmm, uuhhh, eewww, yessss.” Trey’s dick was completely hard and he was speeding to get home. He took his index and middle finger and drove inside her. “Owwww”, Simone moaned. Trey continued going in…out…in…out – driving Simone insane. She grasped Trey’s shoulder, put her foot on the dashboard, and rocked her pelvis to his fingers. “Ohhh, Trey! Pull this fucking car over and fuck me!”
Trey swerves the car to the side and put it in park. He climbs in the back seat and pulls her back with him. He tore open her suit jacket – buttons popping off and hitting the windows. He hikes up her skirt, unhooks the garter belt, and tore apart her panties. Simone screams in delight and then lifts his hoodie over his head. Trey kicks off his Steve Maddens and began removing his Abercrombie jeans and underwear. This shit is urgent than a muthafucka, he thought. He needed her body like fish need water. He slips on a jimmy, flips her onto her belly, and then lifts her ass. He inserts his full dick into her love place, rocking upward, hitting her G-spot. He holds her waist as he pumps, pushing deeper and deeper inside her. Simone can’t contain herself, “Awwww, oooooh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh…fuckkkkk me! Shiiitttt…ohhhh, yesss, Treyyyyy! I love your dick”, she shrieked. Trey picks up the pace, slamming harder and harder into her, while teasing her clit. The car was rocking and Simone hugged the door handle…taking it, delighting in it, approaching her peak…. “Ewwww Trrreeyyyyy!!!” Simone’s legs buckle from underneath her as spasms ripple through her body. Her body trembles over and over again, “Uh, uh, uh, uhhhhhhh!” Trey pulls out and turns her over…both bodies dripping with sweat…he lifts both legs over his shoulders and plunges inside her. Making circles, teasing, pulling out, going in, rubbing her clit with his dick…smacking her pussy with his dick…he drives inside her again. “AWWWWWWW”, she screamed. “Ewwww”, he moaned. Simone pulls her legs down from Trey’s shoulders and steadies her feet on the car floor. She lifts her ass from the seat, and begins to guide the rhythm. She rocks him back and forth. Trey digs his nails into her waist. Simone’s back contorts, pulling her forward, as passion spreads through her body. Trey feels her pussy contracting and explodes with her… “Ohhhhhh-oooooo”, he groaned before collapsing on top of her.
(Both breathing heavy, gaining composure…relaxing)
Trey plays with her hair…twirling a lock of hair between his index finger and thumb. “Looks like cornrows to me…let’s get to my crib so I can have you speaking in tongues next.”
Ewww…Lawd…I need a cold shower myself after that one! Trey was “Feelin’ Himself” on that one…Mr. Steal Yo’ Girl! I’m thinking the next one will be entitled: Imma Put You to Bed.