Newsome: This playlist is off the chain! Girl what you know about Betty Wright?
Tabitha: I know about "The Clean-up Woman".
Newsome laughs and shifts in his chair.
Tabitha: Oh, I'm sorry did I make you uncomfortable?
Newsome: Uncomfortable? No! Why, uh, would you say that?
Tabitha: I don't know...you're over there squirming like there are worms in your britches.
Newsome: Uh, when did Lavelle say that she'd be back?
Tabitha: In about an hour. She had an emergency client meeting and her cell phone was dying. She lost her car charger so, she couldn't call you. Tell me Newsome, how are things in the hotel business?
Newsome: Busy as hell. You'd think people would travel less since the economy is so bad. That's not the case. People are spending money on leisure...big time.
Tabitha leans in to Newsome watching his lips move as he speaks. She notices his smooth skin and deep brown eyes.
Tabitha: I want you.
Newsome: Huh?
Tabitha: I said I want you and I'm pretty sure you want me too.
Tabitha straddles Newsome and starts kissing his neck. She rubs her hand in his crotch and gyrates in his lap.
Newsome, stands up knocking Tabitha to the ground.
Tabitha: Bitch! Are you out of your rabbid ass mind? Lavelle is your best friend and my woman! All that talk about The Clean-up Woman song and shit...you were scheming the whole time! Wait until I tell Lavelle about your fiendish ass!
Tabitha drops down to her knees and yanks at Newsom's basketball shorts. She begins performing oral sex and Newsome does not protest.
Lavelle walks in her home, drops her keys and purse in the kitchen and heads towards the den. She's looking at the mail, leaving a trail of her shoes and sweater behind her. She looks up and sees Tabitha and Newsome.
Lavelle: Oh, I see you two got started without me!
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Tabitha: I know about "The Clean-up Woman".
Newsome laughs and shifts in his chair.
Tabitha: Oh, I'm sorry did I make you uncomfortable?
Newsome: Uncomfortable? No! Why, uh, would you say that?
Tabitha: I don't know...you're over there squirming like there are worms in your britches.
Newsome: Uh, when did Lavelle say that she'd be back?
Tabitha: In about an hour. She had an emergency client meeting and her cell phone was dying. She lost her car charger so, she couldn't call you. Tell me Newsome, how are things in the hotel business?
Newsome: Busy as hell. You'd think people would travel less since the economy is so bad. That's not the case. People are spending money on leisure...big time.
Tabitha leans in to Newsome watching his lips move as he speaks. She notices his smooth skin and deep brown eyes.
Tabitha: I want you.
Newsome: Huh?
Tabitha: I said I want you and I'm pretty sure you want me too.
Tabitha straddles Newsome and starts kissing his neck. She rubs her hand in his crotch and gyrates in his lap.
Newsome, stands up knocking Tabitha to the ground.
Tabitha: Bitch! Are you out of your rabbid ass mind? Lavelle is your best friend and my woman! All that talk about The Clean-up Woman song and shit...you were scheming the whole time! Wait until I tell Lavelle about your fiendish ass!
Tabitha drops down to her knees and yanks at Newsom's basketball shorts. She begins performing oral sex and Newsome does not protest.
Lavelle walks in her home, drops her keys and purse in the kitchen and heads towards the den. She's looking at the mail, leaving a trail of her shoes and sweater behind her. She looks up and sees Tabitha and Newsome.
Lavelle: Oh, I see you two got started without me!
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