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Shake That

Shake That

by cadeauxxx
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Author's Note: This story is completely fictional and did not happen. All names of characters are fictional and were made up. Please do not copy and plagiarize my work.

Story is dedicated to my J-Lovers and all of you who have been asking me to write more Sydney Sweeney. Special credit goes to John Connors for the J-Booty joke.

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Long Island, New York

Tap. Tap. Tap. Sounds were heard from the light touch of a foot hitting the wooden floor tiles below. The outside sunlight poured in from all windows. The shapes of trees made shadows across the furniture of couches and tables. No one else was in the living room to disturb one woman as she sat bent over a table, rubbing her bare stomach against the glossy surface. In her hands, she clutched a phone. The screen flashed in a dim light as she tapped her right hand index finger across the screen. Licking her lips, she hummed in a low voice, almost matching the beats of an old song currently stuck in her head. Her foot remained tapping, trying to match the booming bass by memory. It was a rhythm she had heard hundreds of times, to the point that muscle memory had an effect when she was in the mood to hear it again. Licking her lips, she swiped her fingernails across the flat surface of her phone, scrolling through social media.

Jennifer Lopez smiled to herself as she studied the screen. Her life had been a rollercoaster ride this year, complete with several highs and lows. There were accomplishments to be proud of with the release of a new album and multiple movies. Turning fifty-five years old didn't matter to Jennifer, as she remained busy. Mother Time didn't come up on her clock, as she was putting the question to the test with how active she remained with making projects. In her personal life, she endured severe disappointment and heartbreak. It was another relationship down the drain. One that she thought would be the true 'happily ever after' tale after twenty years of being apart from Ben. The signs were there from the beginning, but she didn't want to listen to her instincts. When someone loves another person, they tend to make unsound decisions.

She saw herself as a hopeless romantic. It didn't matter that the marriage was doomed from the start, Jennifer believed in her heart that she could make it work. Her friends tried to warn her, with one going as far as telling her that it would be over before it began. After the divorce, she retreated back to New York. The city had a special place in Jennifer's heart as the place she came from. She had a hidden mansion in the Hamptons, tucked away from the watchful media eye of paparazzi photographers. They still found her every now and then. The most recent run-in with their cameras came last week when they captured images of Jennifer riding a bicycle with one of her friends. Her name was fresh in the news headlines following the end of Bennifer 2.0. Whatever the press and random strangers had to say about Jennifer's life, she could care less.

In the Hamptons, she was enjoying herself for the first time in a long while. The house she bought with Ben was currently up for sale, leaving her to journey around the other luxury homes she bought over the years. She considered spending the summer in Miami, but her heart was telling her to go home. The news of J-Lo returning to the New York celebrity scene was fresh out of the press last month. She had an apartment in Manhattan, where she spent much of her time in the city. The trips she made to Long Island were to get away from the fast paced lifestyle that followed everyone in New York. Sometimes, there was a need for quiet days where she had all the time in the world to herself to relax. This was one of those days, as she found herself lounging in the living room of her mansion throughout the afternoon. Breakfast leftovers were sitting cold on the kitchen table. Only her bodyguards were present in the house, leaving her all alone.

The sunlight gleamed across her back, tracing light over her tanned skin. It stopped at the crack of her legendary ass. A black thong was tucked in the middle with a high rise, hugging her hips. When Jennifer switched to the camera on her phone, she had a perfect view of her plump, round cheeks from behind. That was more than enough to make her smile. Her long brunette hair was curled up in a high ponytail, revealing her ears with dangling gold hoops. Her muscular, finely toned stomach was exposed before she moved to the table. Only a white crop top covered her breasts. Since there was no one else in the house to stop her, Jennifer took it easy in a thong and shirt. She raised her left leg, curling her toes. The scent of fresh nail polish was strong from the black paint she applied to them earlier. If she decided to go out later today, she could easily slip on some better clothes for the public. But for now, Jennifer was comfortable enough inside.

In a group chat, Jennifer typed a few text messages between her girlfriends Kimberly and Rita. They were old friends whom she knew from her old days in the Bronx. Anytime she was in New York, she hit up the girls to see how they were doing. In their private discussions, they wrote messages about local events. Bruno Mars had a show coming up, and Jennifer considered going. It was official that she was single, but Jennifer wasn't looking yet. She was planning a rebound, but now was not the time. When it came to men, Jennifer had a type. Men younger than thirty were useless to her. She was confident that eventually the right guy would strike her eye and make her repeat all the steps of a romantic whirlwind. For now, her mind was centered on enjoying other things in life. If she needed to quell any horny tensions, Jennifer had a set of new toys in her bedroom. They got the job done for the most part to prevent her from wanting the touch of a new man.

After typing a few messages to Rita in the chat, Jennifer swiped her fingers across the screen. She looked away from her phone for a moment to rest her eyes. When she glanced at her phone again, she made the choice to surf the internet with her Instagram app. Her eyes were met with several photos from close mutuals. As she scrolled down, Jennifer saw a post shared by a friend of an up and coming actress. Her lower lip fell as her eyebrows rose at the sight of Sydney Sweeney's fine ass tucked in a black swimsuit. Jennifer knew of this girl since it was hard not to see her name splashed all over gossip sites, and the focus on her boobs. They met a few years ago at the MTV Movie Awards but had not bumped into each other since. Who would've guessed that she was hiding such a thick booty all this time? Licking her lips, Jennifer liked the post. She felt daring enough to open a direct message and typed up a three word question.

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1 HOUR LATER

"Oh my god! You're not gonna believe this!"

Sydney called out to her friend across the room. She laughed while holding her phone in her right hand. After a day on the water, she had been resting in her Bay Shore hotel. A group of close friends accompanied her on this trip. They already had their day out on Fire Island, then another afternoon on the water with jet skis and a boat. Sydney shared her hotel room with Brianna, one of her closest girlfriends. As she smiled, holding the phone, Brianna fed a Skittle into her mouth. She was sitting on the bed listening to music from the stereo when Sydney jumped up in excitement.

"So what happened? You're all excited, so I guess this must be something good."

"You won't believe who just slid into my DMs."

Brianna blinked her green eyes. Sydney was standing in front of her in a white T-shirt that ran down to her thighs, hiding the fact she was only wearing a pair of white panties underneath. Brianna's hair was blonde, almost a match to Sydney's, with dark roots at the top. Casual wear was the choice for her today as well. A pair of denim shorts and a blue shirt. She popped a few more Skittles in her mouth, crunching on them while expecting Sydney to blurt out the name. The bombshell actress just stood there, smirking pridefully.

"You want to guess who, Bri?"

"No, just tell me."

"J-Lo! She was checking out my ass!"

Sydney watched Brianna's lower lip fall as she gasped.

"No way!"

Shoving the phone in her face, Sydney jumped again.

"Look! She asked if I could twerk!"

Brianna snatched the phone from her hand to read the text herself. Her shocked look became one of pure comedy as she burst out laughing.

"Oh my god! That's so random! Of all the people out there, J-Lo asks you that!"

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The girls laughed together for a moment. Sydney grabbed her phone after Brianna dropped it on the bed.

"What are you going to reply with? I've never seen you twerk, so will you be honest with her?"

Sydney grinned, flashing her teeth as she raised an eyebrow. She remembered meeting Jennifer at an award show. They only met briefly, but Sydney had the honor of presenting her with a trophy on stage that night. The excitement she felt was overwhelming that night to be in Jennifer's presence. Now she was unsure how to feel with the queen of booty complimenting her pictures. Thirst traps posted on social media to make a buzz caught the attention of a legend. Sydney took a deep breath as she thought about the response she was going to type.

"What are you telling her?"

Brianna spoke again as she saw Sydney's thumbs pressing against the phone screen.

"I'm asking her if she could show me how to twerk."

She giggled, pressing the send button. Brianna started laughing after a few seconds.

"Oh, no, you didn't!"

"Oh, yes I did! Just imagine if J-Lo wants to teach me how to twerk. Who else can say they were that lucky?"

Sydney placed one hand on her hip, smirking at her friend. She stuck her tongue out, teasing Brianna in a playful manner. The other girl just rolled her eyes. They bickered with each other like this throughout the days. It was their way of teasing each other mischievously. As Sydney wandered to the bathroom, she looked at her phone screen again. Her eyes widened when she saw Jennifer had replied within minutes.

'Where are you? If you're in the NYC area, give me a call.'

Was she serious? Sydney still couldn't believe this. It seemed surreal that she had Jennifer Lopez flirting with her through texts, or at least that was how she took it. She quickly typed another message, saying yes. Exhaling a deep breath to calm her nerves, she set the phone on the counter near the sink and shut the door. Sydney looked at her reflection in the mirror, checking her hair. Before she had the chance to fix anything, she saw the phone screen glowing from another fast reply. She wasn't expecting it to come within seconds. This time, Jennifer typed a phone number, insisting Sydney call her soon. She didn't write anything else, leaving the actress to wonder just when Jennifer wanted to speak to her.

"Hey Syd!"

Brianna called out from outside the bathroom.

"Yeah!?"

"Jason wants to go hit the pizza parlor down the street. What do you want us to bring back?"

Across their hotel door was another room with their other friends checked in. Jason was one of her friends from Hollywood who traveled with her. Sydney saw no time to think about him now as she quickly considered a lie to let herself off the hook.

"Ummmm, nothing really. I just got a text from my mom. She's in town and wants to see me about something. She said it's important, so I've gotta run."

"Oh... I hope it's nothing bad."

Sydney was relieved that Brianna bought into the lie so easily. The first thought on her mind was her mother calling. That would probably flatter Jennifer if she told her. When she heard the door shut outside, Sydney figured Brianna had left with their friends. This gave her a good window of time to dial in the number to call Jennifer. She raised the phone to her ear after pressing call. It rang a few times, then she heard a voice on the other end.

"Hello..."

"Hey, is this J-Lo I'm talking to?"

"It sure is. Sydney, is that you?"

The voice was certainly hers. Sydney exhaled a deep breath, trying to keep her composure and avoid her excitement from overwhelming her.

"Yeah, it's me!"

"How are you doing today, girl?"

"I was doing okay, but now I'm feeling great! I can't believe you saw my post and liked it. You just made my day!"

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"Mmmmm, I sure did. You've got some thick booty, girl. You need someone to show you how to make it clap."

The choice of words combined with Jennifer's Bronx accent made Sydney blush. Jennifer continued.

"Where are you in New York? I'm at my house in the Hamptons. Are you an hour away, two hours or what?"

"I'm in the Hamptons too! I'm staying at a hotel."

Sydney was quick to reply, and hear Jennifer gasp on the phone.

"Oh, that's just great. What a coincidence!"

After a laugh, Jennifer spoke again.

"If you're free, I can send someone to pick you up and bring you back to my place. No paparazzi or any of that. Just you and me. I'm home alone, not counting my bodyguards. If you don't like having them around, I can make them go outside."

"Is Ben there with you?"

"You mean my new ex-husband? No. I'm all alone and want to show you how to twerk. So what do you say, Sydney? Do you want to learn how to make that booty pop or what?"

"Yes! Give me a few minutes, and I'll text you my location to pick me up. I just need to throw on some clothes."

After the phone call ended, Jennifer smirked. She studied her expression in the mirror she stood in front of. 'That girl won't need any clothes by the time she's in this room', she said to herself. Turning in the mirror, Jennifer stood to see her right side reflecting. She just needed to see her booty one last time before making preparations for this day. The phone vibrated in her hand from a text message, undoubtedly from Sydney sending her address. Licking her lips, Jennifer moved away from the mirror in her bedroom. She would have to throw on some clothes, and she already knew just what she wanted to wear that would show off her ass. On her makeup table sat the kinky tools she would be introducing to Sydney later in the evening.

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3 HOURS LATER

Sneaking away from her friends was easy for Sydney. She put on a pair of black shorts and changed her shirt for a white tank top that revealed plenty of cleavage to the wandering eye. It seemed ideal for her to show off her stomach as a way of paying respects to some of Jennifer's iconic abs. There were few women out there who inspired Sydney's sense of fashion like her. She fixed her hair, making sure it was split down the side, and then applied pink lipstick to her lips. All of this was so funny to her. Sydney couldn't help but wonder what Brianna's reaction would be to all of this. She was teased a few times in the past, wondering if she had a crush on Ben Affleck when they talked about Jennifer's music. It was an incident that occurred several months earlier in the year. She remembered it when she climbed into the backseat of the white Bentley car Jennifer sent for her.

The promise of no unwanted photographers following her car didn't prevent Jennifer from making a flashy scene for the pickup. What followed was a short and quiet ride to the mansion. The driver didn't speak, leaving her silence to enjoy the scenery passing by in the windows from the back seat. All of it was forgotten by the time she was led into the large home. Jennifer was there to greet Sydney, standing tall in a pair of gold high heels that revealed her toes. Her strong, muscular legs were on display, with a black leather skirt covering her thighs. It was tight enough to reveal her curvy hips and thick ass from behind. A button up white shirt was tucked in the skirt with the first few buttons undone, revealing a hint of cleavage. Her hair was fixed in a high ponytail, revealing the same gold hoops from her lobes that she wore earlier.

Sydney was quick to compliment the earrings, making Jennifer smile. The only thing she brought with her was her phone. It slipped into one of the pockets of her shorts easily. Jennifer invited her to the kitchen where she brewed fresh tea. The first hour of their meeting was spent with conversations regarding life and their careers. Sydney wanted to know all the juicy details about the breakup with Ben but didn't ask right away. She knew it had to be a touchy subject with emotional baggage weighing her down. Jennifer was curious about her own personal life. The first thing she asked was if she had a boyfriend. Sydney nodded, proudly informing her that she had a fiancΓ©. Jennifer laughed, insisting that by the time she met up with him again, she would know how to use her booty to get him worked up.

Sydney noticed Jennifer's eyes glancing over her breasts a few times between their talks. The distractions were mutual since Jennifer chose the leather skirt purposely so the girl could see the thickness of her plump ass. One of Sydney's friends texted her phone. Jennifer watched her pull the phone out and type something with her thumbs. That led to a discussion where she was able to tease Sydney about her boyfriend. It wasn't him reaching out. Brianna wanted to know if she would be back anytime soon. Sydney made up another lie regarding her mother. It was something else for her to laugh about with Jennifer. Instead of enjoying pizza with her friends, Sydney was treated to a fine dinner, courtesy of Jennifer's own cooking. Wine or champagne was offered to go with the meal. Sydney chose the latter for the sole reason of doing a toast to her new friend.

It was funny that she had lied to Brianna about her mother while Jennifer was giving the hospitality of one. Sydney was well aware of the fact she was old enough to be this woman's daughter. Something about that turned her on. After dinner, their discussions shifted into a more personal direction that wasn't centered around their public image. The subject of booty finally emerged when Jennifer crossed her fingers together with her elbows propped against the table. She stared into Sydney's eyes and dropped her lower lip, giving that famous open mouth pose she always did in photos. Sydney glanced away, feeling the heat of Jennifer's lust from her eyes alone. She didn't have to say anything flirty since her glares sent the message. Jennifer got up from her chair. Their dining glasses were empty, with half a bottle of champagne to go, but she was done drinking. She took Sydney's hand, pulling her up.

"Are you ready to go upstairs and get a master class on twerking?"

Sydney stood up, flashing her teeth in a wide smile as she held Jennifer's hand.

"Yes! I'm ready!"

Jennifer let go of her hand and stepped in front of her.

"Come on, follow me."

She knew Sydney's eyes would be locked on the sight of her ass in the skin-tight skirt. Jennifer chose this outfit for that reason alone. It wasn't ideal for dancing, but what she was wearing underneath would make a difference. As they reached the stairs, Jennifer glanced across her right shoulder to see Sydney's eyes glaring down at her ass. She grinned, flashing her teeth in a similar way that the girl did earlier. Sydney looked away to see the picture frames on the white walls. She instantly noticed the glaring omission of Ben in any of the photos that looked to contain Jennifer's family. At the top of the stairs, Jennifer's heels echoed loudly from the stomps. She led Sydney down the hall and to a doorway that was already open, leading into a massive bedroom.

"Here we are. Shut the door behind you."

Jennifer turned, placing her hands on her hips with a smile. She wanted to see Sydney's reaction to her master bedroom. Sydney stepped through the door, grabbing the gold knob and closing it behind her. She observed the room, quickly seeing that the windows were uncovered to allow rays of light in. The squared rectangular pattern reflected across the floor and bed. Outside, the sun was beginning to set with the sky fading to a red hue. The floor was covered with red carpet. Jennifer's bed was made up with fancy dark wooden posts that matched her nightstand. Across the room, there were double doors leading to a closet. Sydney saw the makeup stand and another table filled with various items. She could see the bottles of perfume and hair spray among something shiny that was slightly obscured from the distance.

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