SERVICE with a SMILE (Janelle)...Part. One

"Braylon, this is my cousin, Janelle," said Lucy. "She just moved here from South Carolina."

Now I knew Lucy wasn't a slouch, but I be damned if Janelle wasn't one of the baddest bi**hes I had seen in quite some time. She was cold. Not that Beyonce' type, but the classic, 'round the way type. Even if it was dark, her make-up gave off just enough glow to where her full cheeks arched and slipped into one of those smiles you see in a toothpaste commercial.

Baby girl wasn't as thick as Lucy was, but she definitely had the swagger. Kinda reminded me of Pam Grier in "Foxy Brown." I'd say she was a 34-C...slim, Coke bottle shape...

Legs...My heavens, she had beautiful legs. Even in those jeans, I could read that she had a mean walk...and I bet the pu$$y game was mean. I mean, a young tender piece of @$$ looking this good, she had to be...

"How do you do, Miss Janelle?"

She slyly smiled back at me. Her eyelashes batted down over dark eyes. "I'm fine, thanks. How are you?"

Janelle's city-slicker drawl was very distinct. She prolly wasn't from one of those middle-of-nowhere type cities. Prolly Columbia or somewhere within the Metro.

I could sense she had some kinda confidence in her, but I guess one could've attributed her lack of words. I didn't know if Lucy had told her what sort of club this was, but if she stuck around me, she would find out.

Her pu$$y tasted warm in my mouth. Her delighted waters rolled sweetly across my tongue as her fingers ran over my evenly cut head. That sh*t was turning me on. The suction on her clit seemed to be taking effect on her as she wiggled in lust across the service bar. Her stout caramel legs trembled as I delved into her space, enjoying her sweet meat. A light sigh reverberated from her fingertips to my ears as she seemed to want to guide my head more into her and dig out all the country goodness. Louder she got as I gratefully peeled her flower, sending more waves to our connecting lips. And all the while, Lucy just stood there...and...

"Braylon, I need to see Colony. Do you know where she is?"

My senses snapped back from Janelle's wet heat and into the real world again. Even if it was in my mind, I was going to try to get her...TONITE.

"In her office...I think..."

Lucy could see my eyes were focused on Janelle, yet Janelle continued to play the innocent role. All these sexy people...packed in one club...in Midtown Atlanta....and she didn't know what type of party this was??? Bullsh*t."

"Ok, I'm going to go and speak with her. Some things have come up. It'll only take a minute. Jan, you mind?"

Janelle snapped her head around when she heard Lucy say she was going to leave for a second. Not that I was gonna rape the girl or nothing, but I guess this was still all new and I was a stranger.

"No...I mean, you have to..."

Action...

"I'll take care of her, Lucy. She's in good hands."

Lucy gave me a staunch look, yet I knew it was playful underneath. "I know you better not be using those good hands on my cousin, Mr. Davis."

"Scout's honor..."

I slipped my hand into Janelle's. Reprehension set in and she tensed up despite what I considered to be a warm invite.

"Yeah...I hear ya," said Lucy as she gave a nod to Janelle that was supposed to assure her that everything would be ok. "Jan, I'll be back in a few minutes."

It wasn't horror. It wasn't delight. It was something in between that I sensed inside her.

"Miss Janelle, you have my word. The perfect gentleman is what you have at your SERVICE..."

Maxwell's "Bad Habits" slipped over the sound system. Her grip loosen and allowed my fingers to slip further into her hand. She exhaled.

Ahhhh....

To Be Continued)