They pulled up to a building covered in neon lights that said karaoke in the heart of the city. You think that a place like this wouldn't be opened in the middle of the day but contrary to the norm if the lower class, was not only open but packed with customers.
The business associate of Briar led them inside to massive hall packed with businessmen, tycoons, entrepreneurs, etc. Everyone present, exempt the staff, had some major influence on humanity's affairs.
The staff came immediately catering to their every need and seating them in the only vacant seat area that happened to be in the front as if expecting them earning the business associate a knowing look from Briar.
That quickly faded as she saw Jethro's bewilderment as he took the in the gorgeous lights, decorations and hospitable atmosphere.
She smiled with adoring eyes. No matter how many times she's seen this side of him it never ceases to amaze her. As if he was seeing every new experience through the wide eyed innocence of a child.
Then those bright brown eyes would dim and his expression nonchalant, his own way of containing his joy that always made her frown.
"You can relax Jet. Loosen up and have some fun." She gestured to some of people they came with grouped together and already intoxicated, dancing and kicking. "If they can let go and have fun so can you." She passed him a drink.
He chuckled. "Sorry I'm being a drag."
The more I know you, the easier it is to see that you think you don't deserve to be happy. "Come mama wants to have a good time and she can't do that if baby gone be serious all the time." She drank from his bottle.
"That sounded nothing like my accent." He laughed then drank. "This isn't regular alcohol."
"I believe they call it saki but even this has something else going on with it."
"She's right. This one has been special brewed to improve one's singing. Of course you'd have to drink five bottles for it to take effect."
The man went on to explain how the alcohol created such an effort but Jethro's eyes were elsewhere. His eyes trailing men that moved through the crowd. Taking a position to keep his and Briar's table in clear view could only mean two things.
Hit men or worse. Paparazzi.
Now it was no secret that Briar Blair had boyfriend, in fact there were several rumors. But that's all they were. Rumors.
The only people that knew for sure we're her close business associates, those who happened to be there and her secretary. All of which were too busy to care or knew to keep quiet.
Though Briar was a public figure, she preferred the intimate parts of her life to be private and Jethro conform to this doctrine for his own reasons. That's how their relationship remained low-key for these past many months.
He was safe from exposure thanks to the dimly lit room. Only the swiveling lights could expose him for a clear shot.
The photographers readied themselves for the opportunity. Jethro rubbed his eyes the moment the light came. And when it came again in a minute he pretends to tie his laces.
Briar glanced at him then followed his eyes. Reporters huh. Her face contorts in confusion. Why are they dressed like that and their cameras look out dated? Her face softened as it dawned upon her.
She stood as if leaving. Her associate got to his feet concerned all over his face. She whispered and he frowned shaking his head. She patted him on the shoulder earning an over enthusiastic nod. He called the waiter whispered something to him who leaves immediately.
She fixed her skirt then placed her round ass on Jethro's lap. The warm and firmness of her ass took him back surprise arousing a pulse from his heart to his grind.
She faced him smirking. "Care to tell me what was that?"
For a moment he just stared at her in disbelief. She sat here to block my face from view. She realized and solved my problem without complaint or ulterior motive. She's genuinely looking out for me? What do I always get surprised by this? This is just the way Briar is. My Briar.
The music had stopped and the applause died down. "My cock." His words resonated through the silence grabbing everyone's attention.
Briar giggled, blushing at his fooly. "You choose now to be direct?"
"Because you're wonderful." He stared with longing eyes as his dick stiffened beneath her.
"Where did that come from?"
"I just realized. You're the only one that gets me." He pulled her in, touching each others lips. A soft a slow kiss that made the cheering crowd fade leaving them in their own little world.
Briar tried to break the kiss but her held firm melting her back into his embrace. He released her a pant mess. She whispered. "I just changed these in the car and they're already soaked."
He chuckled making her fold her arms and her reddened cheeks pouting. "You know you'll have to take care of it later right?"
His laughter stopped. Today was a bad day for anymore fooling around. He already lost himself in the moments twice today, a third time might charm off his pants.
"What can I do to make it up to you?"
She smirked staring from him to the stage and he felt dread. He looked to where the photographers were placed only to see them all being escort out by security. "You have no escape." A waiter came with a cordless mic and a mic earpiece.
He smiled taking both. "Why would I when you take such good care of me." He walked towards the stage with the waiter by his side waiting for his song choice. "Any requests?"
"One of your pre-cataclysm songs." Everyone stared at her. Pre Cataclysm songs weren't very popular in this era.
He smirked telling the waiter her favorite song. After a quick search and screen taping he left and the beat came it.
"Weight of the world on your shoulders." His voice was soft and melodious astonishing the crowd into a cheering frenzy. He cleared his throat. "Can you run that back?"
The song started from the top as the beat ramped up. "Weight of the world on your shoulders." He opened his blazer ascending the stage with each strode. "I'll kiss your waist and ease your mind." He loosed his tie and took off his blazer swirling with one hand. "I must be favored to know ya. I'll take my hands and trace your lines." It was tossed at her.
He circle slide then slicked back his hair. "It's the way that you can ride. It's the way that you can ride."
"oh-oh, oh-oh." The crowd sung to the words on the giant screen behind him.
"Think I met you in another life. So break me off another time." He pointed his mic at her.
The crowd sung at his mic. "oh-oh, oh-oh."
"You wrap around me and you give me life." He slithered his hand hands from his chest to his abdomen then his waist. "And that's why night after night, I'll be fuckin' you right." He dropped the mic.
"Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday." His dance moves resembled hip hop but of a sexual nature.
"A week." Everyone was on their feet trying to match his moves only to end up in their own groove. "Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday."
"Seven days a week." He grabbed his pelvis. "Every hour, every minute, every second. You know night after night I'll be fuckin' you right, seven days a week." He stood on his toes leaning back while thrusting into the air.
He bounced back into a shuffle running man with a kick. "Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday."
"A week!" The crowd shouted. He ushered the crowd into a frenzy with the calling motion of his hands. "Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday!"
"Oh oh. Seven days a week. Every hour, every minute, every second." Every phrase was a mixture of shuffling and karma sutra. "You know night after night. I'll be fuckin' you right, seven days a week!" He pointed to Briar's empty seat.
Confusion crept on his face as a second mic resonated. "Tightly take control, tightly take his soul." Briar strut onto the stage. "Take your phone and put it in the camera roll." She pulled him into a pose.
She pulled his tie. "Leave them clothes at the door. Watchu waitin' for?" She spanked him. "Better come and hit yo' goals!" She struts away and he follows.
"Uh, he jump in it, both feet. Goin' 'til the sun up, we ain't gettin' no sleep." She backed up on him doing salsa as he matched her steps. "Seven days a week, seven different sheets. Seven different angles, I could be your fantasy!" She bent over touching her toes executing a perfect fold.
"Open up, say, Ah." She dropped it and came back up leaning on him. "Come here, baby, let me swallow yo' pride." She said in his ear while holding his tie.
He made a slurp sound earning a devilish smile from her. "What you on? I can match your vibe." She stuck her tongue out.
Her heel broke sending her into a splint.
He grabbed her stopped her split and saving her skirt as he pulled her up. "Hit me up and I'ma Cha Cha Slide." A hint of laughter and relief in her tone as she tried continued to sing off beat.
"You make Mondays feel like weekends." He said staring at her with eyes of endearment.
"I make you never think 'bout cheatin'." She pulled him closer flicking off her heels.
"I got you skippin' work and meetings."
"I wanna fuck you, let's sleep in."
"Yeah." Their lips met, brushing and pressing softly against each other.
"Seven days a week!" Crowd continued the chorus as everyone bumped and grinded on each other.
Suddenly the sprinklers came on earning a surprised shout from Jethro and giggles from Briar. He pulled her into his arms bumping and gripping on her.
Feel the tension he began to shuffle as she followed his moments slowly matching his peace.
The crowd was confused at first from seeing them being so sensual before to now look like two goof balls dancing while trying not to slip on the damp floor.
Until they switched it up with a mixture of hip hop, salsa and dance hall moves. A sultry ballet of desire and affection for Jethro and Briar who had forgotten everyone around them.