2 A.M: Elevator to Heaven

"You taking the car back to your crib or you gonna kick it here?"

Drew leans his head back on the shoulder of his seat without looking back. Angel doesn't stop one way or another. You slip your hand into the yoga pants she's wearing now.

"Man I'm tired as fuck. I'd appreciate it if I could crash here. I mean, if that's cool. Ya know, if I ain't interrupting shit."

He's got this playful shit eating grin going on.

"Nah, you good fam. Let's get it." Squeezing the ass cheek in your hand first, you slide away from the hungry mouth and open up your back door. Sliding out the car, you tuck the shining wood into your boxers. You don't even zip up.

Instead of using the closest door, Angel does this sexy little thing where she climbs over the back seat like a kitten. When she finally gets out the car, you close the door behind her and lead the procession to your house.

Opening the door, you happen to glimpse Drew with his hand on her ass. She doesn't look interested, but she ain't stopping it either. You're cool with that reaction.

You let them in and hit a lamp in the living room. With the rest of the house being dark, the room has a dim sort of ambience.

"Where you want me to put the bag?"

"Oh shit, hold on. I promised Angel some money for some sessions. Since this my champagne time, she gonna dance for it, right doll?"

A shrug and a nod is the response. Smiling you jog off to a back room and come back with a one of those old fans you sit on the grown. It has a base and the central part can be shifted to adjust the angle of the blowing. You keep it around as one of the friendly reminders of where you been. Plus, some artists perform better in a hot room but you need that fan.

Before you plug it up, you pull out your phone and hook it up to the tv. Turning that on and switching the AV settings allows for music you created to be played.

"Moment," "Star Girl," "YBF," and some other songs you created specifically with Drew are added to a playlist, and then a few select Tory Lanez, Weeknd, and Jeremih songs in for balance. The music kicks off nice and easy, setting the mood.

Then you grab the bag and pull out a few handfuls of singles and pile them between you and Drew on the couch.

Angel blushes, which is kinda cute considering that you've seen her naked more than a few times in private, and that she's a professional erotic dancer.

But once she gets started, she's in her zone. Your natural affinity to her and dancers makes it easy for you to get lost in the moment, but you keep the presence of mind to through some money into the blowing air, making it scatter around her as she dances.

Shit looks like a movie.

"Hey man, I ever tell you about the time we fucked on the elevator?"

"Oh woord?"

"Nooo, dont tell him that!" Angel looks fake mottified, but only stops dancing for a second.

You ignore the interruption.

"Yeah, man. So check it. Way back when we used to frequent the motels an shit, right? There was a Motel 6 nearby where I was at was the most common."

His head leans towards you and his body sags lightly in your direction, an indication that he's listening, but his eyes never leave Angel, who's just worked herself out of her yoga pants. Her shirt and bra are already gone.

"So anyway, after we get a room I'm sweet talking her and I get her to agree to fuck with me on the elevator. So we get on, it's only six floors. Plus it's late and it's the only elevator going at this time.

At first we try to do it standing, with like my back against the wall, her in my lap. You know, modest shit. But it wasn't working."

Angel looks both embarrassed and turned on. She's got one hand over her shoulder and the other down the front of her thong. Looks like she's rubbing her clit.

"So I get her to just go down on all fours. She act like she ain't want to do it but she did it fast as fuck. While she getting ready, I realize we on the lobby floor, so I pressed floor 6 and then got behind her.

"We in there, doggy style fucking like dogs, when the door open on floor 6. Man I almost diiied."

Drew looks at you like nah, it ain't no way.

"Wasn't nobody though. Doors closed and automatically went back down to the lobby. Next half hour of my life went to hitting floor 6 and smashing."

Drew smiled and laughed in them at drunken, tired way people do. With his far hand he adjusts himself, with his near hand he daps you up.

"My nigga. Hold up, hold up. Does heaven even have elevators?"

You both laugh.