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Jerusalem was back in the states and trying to get back to the woman she used to be. The woman who's mind wasn't constantly on Evelyn Masters. She wanted the woman out of her head and out of her heart, but no matter how often she tried to convince herself that all that was between them was a fierce mutual attraction she knew better.
Still she was out to prove a point although she wasn't quite sure exactly what it was, all she knew was that she had lost something in Tahiti. Those last few unexpected days that had been added to their trip due to a tropical storm had made her realize that she had lost control of herself and her emotions. No matter how many times she'd vowed to stay away from Evelyn, she just couldn't seem to resist the woman's allure. That loss of control over her emotions and self control had left Jerusalem feeling vulnerable and weak and she wouldn't be those things, not again.
The only time she'd dropped her defenses and let someone into her heart and allowed herself to both need and be needed she'd gotten her heart broken. Though she would never admit it she was too afraid of the hurt to embrace the other emotions that rolled through her body like a storm. So here she was trying to forget everything especially one Ms. Evelyn Masters
She'd traded in her business suits for a low cut one piece shorts jumpsuit. The skin tight black fabric clung to every curve and was cut just in a dramatic V that stopped just above her belly button. She'd paired the outfit with a thick black leather belt adorned with silver studs. The belt rode low on her hips drawing the eye to their soft fullness. The outfit was made complete by the black leather thigh high boots that she wore. Her bold beautiful features and her stature alone would have been cause for more than a little bit of attention but the outfit and the extra inches the boots added to her height had people staring as she breezed through the doors of club Silk like she was a VIP. None of the status she had here had anything to do with money or position, but everything to do with the fact that she knew the bouncer who was actually an off duty cop, and his brother who was the owner of the club.
Silk was always packed and jumpin, which meant there was always a line. Part of the draw was all the fine women that could be found inside. In addition to the patrons the club itself had a full staff of women bartenders waitresses and dancers. The first two levels of the club included girls who danced in the skimpiest of outfits but were never fully or even partially nude. The third level was for those patrons with a VIP pass, this level of the club appeared smaller than the bottom two levels only because the main room and bar were smaller and more intimate, this floor featured strippers and cage dancers who got completely naked. The waitresses and bartenders were topless and the bottoms consisted only of thongs and g strings. Most of the girls on the third floor could be "rented" out for 1500 dollars for every half hour they spent with a customer.
The front part of the third floor was smaller because the back was laid out like a hotel with eight rooms. Four on either side of the hall. The rooms were fully equipped with beds and bathrooms and hot tubs. The rooms themselves also had to be paid for 200 dollars would buy you a half hour and as many watered down drinks as you could handle. Trevon, the club's owner made money hand over fist with that operation alone. Many of the cities high rollers could be found taking advantage of Silks special services, after all there was the opportunity to have the dirtiest raunchiest sex you wanted with any assortment of beautiful women (while there were only eight rooms available there were more than 20 girls on staff on the third floor.) With no possibility of being found out. Thanks to Trevon's brother who everyone called Deuce and some "donations" to the police department the things that went on in the back rooms of Silk were never brought to the light.
Jerusalem Could have gone up there and handpicked a woman to drive thoughts of Evie from her mind but she wasn't into being one trick among many, plus she'd never had to pay for sex and she sure as shit wasn't about to start now. She came through the doors ready to dance and looking for the woman she would take home tonight. She moved her hips to the beat of the music, she danced alone shaking her head at the men who tried to move in and dance all in her face and her space. Most of the men here had the same thug or wanna be thug mentality and didn't mind adhering to the typical but negative male posturing, that caused them to take the lyrics and flows of the rap and hip hops songs a little to seriously, She was drinking but not out to get drunk since the last thing she wanted was to be out of control. She took a break from the dance floor and the hot crush of sweaty bodies that packed the space and moved toward the bar, partially because she was thirsty and partially because she had spotted exactly what she was looking for.
A short thick woman with skin like dark sweet fudge, who was looking sinfully delicious in a short tight deep green lycra dress that clung to her bountiful curves. Even standing here at a dark smoky bar in the middle of a city this woman's shape brought to mind homemade biscuits, black-eyed peas and southern fried chicken. Talk about soul food Jerusalem thought to herself as she passed the woman and settled herself on the opposite end of the bar. She'd been watching the woman for a few moments and in the time she'd seen her turn down at three dances from three different men. She always said no with a smile but the way she held herself and turned away from them without a second look made Jerusalem smile, the woman exuded confidence without coming off conceited.
Jerusalem waited a few moments more, continuing to study the woman's face. It was all angles contrasting with the curvy roundness of her body. Her lips offered the only fullness on her face they were plump and luscious and painted a deep dark shade of burgundy. Her hair was a wild array of locs that fell to the middle of her back and her hair was a sandy brown color with hints of red instead of being black. Jerusalem motioned to the bar tender and sent locs a drink called purple passion, watching for the woman's reaction. At first she declined with a shake of her head, until the
bartender turned her own head and pointed directly at Jerusalem. The woman let her eyes rest on Jerusalem for a moment before accepting the drink. She licked her lips and mouthed the words thank you before lifting the glass to taste the liquid within.
Before Locs had taken her second sip of the drink Jerusalem had made her way over to the woman. The woman turned to her and laid a pair of unsettelingly brown eyes her. Jerusalem looked the woman in the eyes before letting her gaze drop to the woman's sculpted thighs and
smooth calves, she had already taken more than one look at the rest of the woman's figure but didn't mind letting her eyes linger all over her, before returning her gaze to her eyes.
They stayed at the bar only long enough to finish their respective drinks before Jerusalem took the woman's hand and lead her out to the dance floor. The dance floor was a virtual free for all, hot sweaty bodies bumping, grinding and stimulating sex. The men took every liberty and the women offered no protest, seemingly enjoying the somewhat negative attention. Whether this was the case or not was another story altogether, and not really Jerusalem's concern. All she knew was that this atmosphere played in her favor. She wrapped her arms around the stranger's neck pulling the shorter woman closer and pressing her own body against those full supple curves.
The woman responded by spreading her thighs and circling her hips as she ground her pussy against Jerusalem's thigh. Jerusalem couldn't hep but smile, Locs definitely had something on her mind. She pushed her thigh more firmly against the woman's sex and let her hands slide down to the ass that had her thinking about soul food and child bearing.
"What's your name?" Even with her lips pressed against the woman's ear Jerusalem had to shout to be heard over the music.
"Deeva" the woman replied, standing on her tip-toes to get closer to the taller woman's ear. Then she swirled her tongue into that same ear as she moved her hips just a little faster.
