Carmon got us out here like we're about to pop, lock, jam, and break. The only thing I break is my damn back after working with sixty something children and one staff.

Plus, having F-cupped breasts don't help. Having big breasts can cause strains on the back too. Probably why I lean over so much because my body's going in the way my boobs are. Like I can't even do yoga without them hitting my face. They're in control. My favorite pose is the corpse pose now because my chest doesn't suffocate me and I'm allowed to go to sleep.

Yoga is the only kind of 'dance' I do unless I'm dancing funny for anyone else. We don't even know what kind of dancing Carmon got us into. Who knows? We may learn how to hump the floor like those guys in Magic Mike do before it's all over.

It's the afternoon and she got Jess and I standing out here all awkwardly.

"Where the hell is your sister at? I wanna know what you got us over here for. There better be some grinding because it's been a loooooong time since I've grinded on anything."

That was Jess speaking while bending over to do some kind of grinding. I had to stop her from doing anything as these cars were passing by and honking at her. If they wanted to see some ass, they should go home and get their wives to shake some ass instead of spending all that money to see strippers do it.

Smart, popular, and rich cars passing by while honking at my cousin? You don't think they aren't pervs cheating on their wives? Maybe it's just me being in my feels.

"See what you've done, Carmon? You've activated the sexual beast inside her. Do you know how long that's been sitting in her soul with no problems?"

"Hell nah, Rena. My nasty's been wanting to come out since I first dated a female. Don't play."

Rolling my eyes, I warned Carmon about Jess and her lack of getting any kind of privates. She used her overtime at work to get her through all the shit with Jana, however, overtime hasn't stopped her from wanting the D...or the P...

Her need to get destroyed sexually.

When I tell you all that sleep at night is hard to get...she's the reason why. Good thing her kids are down the hall in their room but hers is next to mine. Right. Next. To. Mine. Loud while watching straight porn. She needs somebody to do her but not right now in my opinion.

"Well, unfortunately, it's not that kind of dancing so you can stop now before you activate the dirty bitch in me, too. If it was, I'd be pregnant with Mario's baby by now."

Shaking my head, Jess and I looked at her and watched Carmon with her suspicious words. If Carmon says there won't be any twerking in the class, there's a problem. Jess and Carmon will turn it into such.

"Hell, Mario can get my ass pregnant for all I care. I just want to scream someone's name so bad." Jess whined as her and Carmon started jigging.

See how desperate Jess sounds? This whole break thing has taken its toll on her.

As soon as Jess spoke, here came Tiff pulling up in her fancy white BMW that Bryce probably brought for her. She stepped out of her car with her expensive brand-name tennis shoes, leggings, and sheer sleeveless top. Her soft blonde hair pulled back in a high ponytail and her eyes covered with Chanel sunglasses.

"You girls are already embarrassing me and we're not inside yet? I just got here. Please act like you're actual women and not ratchet like you usually do." Tiff complained and took off her glasses as the thought of her rich soon-to-be husband clouded my mind.

These ladies all have or had partners with money. Bryce was born into the money, hence his last name. Trent was also born into it but he had to work to get it passed down to him. Even Jana brought home so much bacon with this band thing.

We never saw this coming with Jana, but for everybody else, I wonder how they snagged non-corrupt rich guys who still care about everybody else. Trent shows his janitors the same respect he shows his father and uppity business men. Bryce had to start from the bottom but he's here and he's learned how to appreciate the things he has so much.

Those are men I've always dreamed of being with. Trent tells me to have my fun all the time and I'll meet that kind of guy but how can I when all my true friends are done having their fun and can't go? How do you go have your fun when you're scared to meet new people?

"Shut up, Tiff, and get your ass over here!" Jess shouted as she took me out of my own thoughts and hugged Tiff tightly. A heartwarming smile fell upon both of their faces as if they haven't seen each other in years. This was a ground-breaking moment, seeing that they hated each other's guts years ago. It made me smile brightly too.

"See, Jess. You shouted someone's name. You got an orgasm yet or are you still in need-"

"Let's go, right now." I demanded, pushing Carmon into the building and the other girls followed behind me.

We all had our different small conversations going on until Carmon checked us in and the receptionist notified us of what type of dance class we were attending. Please tell me how the hell I'm supposed to hip and hop?

You got that right. Carmon signed us up for a damn hip hop dance class which is not good for my breasts. They'll be hipping and hopping more than the rest of my body will. I can barely run and jump.

"Carmon, are you serious? We couldn't just do yoga or something? I can deal with the downward dog as long as I'm not getting bumped from the back-"

"Rena, you need to get 'bumped from the back'. Hush and relax. It's just one dance class that I believe Jess will enjoy. Remember, you're here for your cousin. Not yourself." Carmon reminded me as we entered the dance class room.

As we walked in, the smell of the polished hardwood floor fell through my nose and the long familiar mirror reflected all of the bodies that stood in the room. It all reminded me of the first day T went to that dance academy.

Her eyes lit up as soon as we stepped foot into the building. Although this was a predominately white school, T had no problems making new friends and I knew she'd stand out from the crowd. It's one of the reasons she's there. She's going to bring love and light to that school and I saw that in her. She proved it to me ever since she was born.

She loved the school so much already. She only let me stick around for her first dance class and the teacher just instructed them to do a freestyle dance in the middle of the big crowd of students. T was nervous as hell because the teacher just picked a random song for her. Luckily for her, it was a song Jess and I played around the house all the time. We kept Unstoppable by Sia on repeat in our apartment.

She closed her eyes and went to dance confidently while all the students cheered around my sweet little girl. Her moves were so fluid and T was so sure of herself that she ended off in her splits that she's been working on at my place. It brought tears to my eyes and, yes, I had to get a video of my girl dancing. Maybe when Brian looks at this video, his mind will change about her staying here.

She was so excited that she hugged me before her second class and told me she'd see me after school. After so many weeks of Gina leaving her at school until I got off work, like the hoe she is, T joined an after-school dance club until I picked her up.

Anyway, this room reminded me of the classroom T's first class is in. The mirror looked alike and the honey brown hardwood flooring sent memories through my mind.

So, the dance instructor walked in and introduced himself as Mario. The guy that Carmon and Jess wanted to be impregnated by. Also, the same guy that took the minds of all the females and few guys that were in the class. They all looked brain dead as he went on about the class. Even Tiff gave a small sensual smirk like he was a fresh expensive steak dinner.

Everyone was drooling all over this man's caramel skin and muscles that glowed from the light. Hat turned backwards with the rest of his hip hop look of baggy pants and a sleeveless shirt. Trying to look cool, but I'm wondering why people are drooling over this. The world loves strange things.

Anyway, after he stopped talking, the girls begged me to get on the floor with them and pulled my arms. Falling to the floor, I looked up and eyed everyone trying to follow his footsteps. It was like being an ant marching on the pavement in NYC during New Years, trying to avoid everyone's feet.

Getting on my feet, I watched as the girls pretend they didn't know the steps to the small dance he just taught for about 45 minutes. They wanted his attention and he asked me if I needed help. Did it look like I needed help? I didn't even want to be here so this dance was the least of my worries.

The confusion of steps didn't bother me at all. In fact, I was too busy watching my horny friends and being that one friend who keeps her friends in line as they drink the whole bar clean. True story, except they didn't drink the whole bar clean. They just drink half the bar clean.

That was me every time we went somewhere though. Ending up not drinking, dancing, or doing anything just to make sure everyone else was doing right and being safe. That was my main concern.

Giving them all a warning look to behave themselves, Tiff comes around with "Stop looking like that, Rena. What happens here, stays here. We have no plans to fuck him...yet."

Now that bothered me enough to just sit and closely keep my eyes on them. Tiff has never acted like this. She used to insult Carmon and Jess for acting like this and, now, she wants to do the dance instructor?

Watching everyone do this dance and learn it all within the hour was pretty fascinating though. Stomps, kicks, jumps, twists, and turns everybody was doing while my eyes studied the movement of their feet. Of course, this wasn't as professional as Tiarria's school but it was interesting to watch still.

Left, right, up, down, slide, tap. I was lost in my own little world of expensive tennis shoe movements until time caught up with me. Mario must've instructed for everyone to move to the side while I was out of it.

The bass blasted from the speakers and he started the dance off by making his own cool moves around the dancefloor. Everyone else anticipating on him to pull them from the sidelines. Most of the group, like Tiff, gossiped and probably talked about dipping him in a pool of chocolate just to lick him dry.

Soon, he signaled for Jess to dance with him with just his index finger as Chris Brown sang through the speakers. That alarmed me because she was already in some kind of dirty ass mood. The part she was dancing to was alarming in itself. Chris Brown's part in Say You Love Me was already suspicious.

Some of the steps and moves they had to do were a bit provocative. Shocked at how confident she was in all of her dance moves, I stood up with widened eyes as her body rolled against his and she bent over shaking her ass with a slick smile on her face. What pissed me off even more was how Mario seemed to like who he was dancing with since his hands moved all over her body and their bodies were grinding against each other.

Hell. To. The. Naw.

Soon, the dance ended nose-to-nose with her left hand around the back of his head and his arm wrapped around her waist. Eyes locked like one of those romance movies. My overprotective side showed right on time. She was getting into this dance way too much. Dance over.

"Uh, ain't it time to leave now?" My lips interrupted their little connection as everyone else stood there quietly, watching them separate so quickly. Some displaying signs of jealousy and hate while others were lost and wondering why the hell they weren't called to dance with him.

As everyone grabbed their things, Mario pulled Jess aside at the last minute. My eyes studied the way that pop locker smiled at her, how Jess' high ponytail bounced all of the sudden, and how deep in conversation they were. Hell no, sir.

"That Mario wants Jess for something," Tiff commented as I realized they were still here. I was Jess' ride home so leaving wasn't really an option.

"Oh, he wants Jess for something, alright. Jess has caught that man's attention and may get to scream his name later. He wants some Jess-"

"Carmon, are you kidding me right now? So, we're just going to stand here and watch as she speaks to this random guy? Like she's not still married? She's fragile right now. We're supposed to be-"

"Fucking her? Rena, come on. Let Jess have her fun for just a minute. It's not going to get serious, especially with her. She's too smart to do anything she shouldn't." Carmon reassured me as we watched Jess laugh with Mario.

Something she hasn't done in so long. The last time she laughed and smiled like this was right before her and Jana's anniversary when she was buying wine bottles and such. I wish she was still happy-go-lucky like this with Jana in her arms right now. Her and Jana aren't done. They just need to speak and fix things. It's not over.

"That's right, Rena. Jana treated her like shit and got to have her fun. Jess still stayed with her no matter what. Why can't Jess have her fun? She better get that dick before I do."

"Tiffany, really?"

"Well, it's true. He's fine as hell. She deserves a good man with some good dick and I bet he has both."

This coming from the woman that's about to get married. Am I the only one that finds this awkward?

"Well, you can't babysit her forever, Rena. If it's meant to be, it'll happen. Let her play along and have fun." Carmon finished as we watched Jess walk back with a bright smile on her face and a small piece of paper in her hands.

This was wrong. It was all wrong. She enjoyed that conversation a bit too much. Excuse me for trying to protect my cousin's heart. As a kid, I couldn't do much for her. The last thing I want to see is my cousin fucking around just to get hurt again.

Also, she's. Still. Married. It's not over. They've been together for over a decade. This relationship is all they know and this is who they are. She can't just fall into another man's arms like that.

"What's that, Jess?" Carmon teased as they laughed alongside Jess at Carmon's comment. I found nothing funny about any of this, of course.

"If you had to ask that question, you already know what it is. Anyhow, I wanted to say that you won't have to take me home, Rena. I'm going to hang with Mar-"

"Hell no, Jess. You're not going with him."

Her words ticked me off and I already knew it was going to happen but hoped it wouldn't. This was taking a wrong turn so fast.

"Excuse me? Rena, what's wrong with you? What went up your ass and died?" Jess chuckled as she folded the paper and put it in her bra.

"You really have to ask her that, Jess. She's upset because you finally have some penis to play around with and hers was taken by Carmon. She doesn't have that luxury anymore."

If there was anyone's lips I wanted to snatch off and actually dance on or beat with a bat just to make dog food, it would be Tiff's. That was a low blow.

"Don't listen to her, Jess. Rena doesn't want you to get hurt but we know you're smart enough to watch yourself. Did you forget your cousin almost killed Leo and Heath?"

Carmon's dark brown eyes watched me in expectation. Basically, telling me to let her go off with this man because Carmon knows him. First of all, how could she just say Heath's name so casually like that? Second, Carmon knows a lot of people and told us to 'trust' them. Like she knew Tanner, Keenan, Kobe, Julio, Martin, and the worst of them all: Heath.

"Jess, are you ready?" the horn-ball instructor called for Jess with anticipation in his voice and smiling at us, trying to play it off. Bullshit, Mario. I see through all of that.

"Well-"

"She is ready. Ready to go with me. Thanks for asking and hosting this sex dance class but she's not interested." I interrupted before pushing the girls out of the door and back to the car.

Jess has too much to lose right now and I wasn't going to see it lost. That's my job right now.

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A/N: What's up, y'all?! I have yet to say much in here and I should really start. You know I miss putting author's notes in here but I just start going on and on about my girls so I don't say anything.

Anyway, tell me what you think so far?

Who's your favorite roommate (even though they aren't exactly roommates anymore)?

Why do you think Rena feels it's now her job to be protective over her cousin?

Are Carmon and Tiff allowed to drool over other men even though they're married (or about to be)?

Lastly, do you think (or want) Mario and Jess to become a think or are you team Jana? Don't ask me what I think. I can't tell ya that. Lol