so I always add
that one before a performance.
Time for me to address the crowd. “Hello everyone. Brianna here. I am new in town,
but certainly not new to karaoke,” Surprise Colton! Take that biotch! I look for him in the crowd and I notice that he is frowning and the boys are trying
to hurry up and collect their bets. I laugh a little, “Ha, ha, yes, ladies and gentlemen,
tonight we have heard a lot of people sing about a lot of things, but I think is time
to sing about GIRL POWER!!! Guys, hold on to your belt buckles, well, because this
is gonna blow you away! So get ready to clap your hands together and show me you are
enjoying the show!”
I look at the DJ, turn around to face away from the audience, and the music to “Cowboy
Casanova” by Carrie Underwood starts to play…
Colton
Hmm, yeah, I think I’m in deep shit. The song has not even started and Brianna is
already working the people in the audience. And I’ll be damned if she doesn’t look
deliciously awesome in those tight ass jeans, cowboy boots, a Guns and Roses’ tank
top, with a short and tight brown leather jacket on top, accentuating all of her assets.
She is wearing her hair loose, which is the way I like it best.
The music starts and she is facing away from the audience, then the spotlight hits
her. Matching the beat of the music, she spanks one butt check with one hand, then
the other butt cheek with her other hand, and then she spanks both butt cheeks with
both hands. Guys are woo-hooing, and whoopin’ and hollering and she has not even started
to sing. She is swaying her hips from side to side to match the music. So freakin’
sexy.
Then she starts to sing about a girl trying to convince another girl against a man
who she is obsessed with because he is a man-whore. All the while, she is dancing
to the music, like a real performer. She starts to shake her jacket off – oh, hell,
no! - shaking her shoulder moving those perfect boobs from side to side and I know, I really, really know , what every single guy here is thinking. There is nothing I can do to stop this.
I don’t want anyone else looking at her. My heart is pounding in my chest and I feel
the adrenaline working through my body. They better keep their hands to themselves
because I’m about to blow a gasket.
A new verse starts and now she is leaning forward showing her cleavage – shit! She gets back up, propping her hand on her hip, dancing provocatively. I see her
walking quickly off the stage and moving toward the bar. Leaning a table chair against
the bar, she uses her long legs to step on the chair, then a bar stool and then the
counter. She walk/dances the length of the bar while singing about the girl not heeding
her advice. At the end of the bar, she crouches and sits on her butt, and this huge
guy grabs her by the waist and pulls her to the floor. She runs her fingertip on his
jawline as she walks away from him, and I’m getting more and more pissed, because
all these guys here want her. I’m afraid I’m gonna start a nasty fight if they try to do anything to or with
her.
As she walks towards me, I’m feeling like alligator bait. When she is invading my
personal space, she starts to sing about a devil in disguise (she runs her hand on
my chest); a snake with blue eyes (puts her fingers on a ‘V’ shape and passes them
in front of her eyes); only coming out at night, giving you feelings you don’t want
to fight (she runs her nails from my left chest, through the front, starts to walk
around me while continuing to use her nails to the right side and all the way around
my back – I have chills now); then she takes a fist full of hair and pulls my head
back until my lips are next to her lips, only to break the spell by wrapping her arm
around my neck, coming back to my front and sitting on my lap while singing about
begging the girl to listen to her
that one before a performance.
Time for me to address the crowd. “Hello everyone. Brianna here. I am new in town,
but certainly not new to karaoke,” Surprise Colton! Take that biotch! I look for him in the crowd and I notice that he is frowning and the boys are trying
to hurry up and collect their bets. I laugh a little, “Ha, ha, yes, ladies and gentlemen,
tonight we have heard a lot of people sing about a lot of things, but I think is time
to sing about GIRL POWER!!! Guys, hold on to your belt buckles, well, because this
is gonna blow you away! So get ready to clap your hands together and show me you are
enjoying the show!”
I look at the DJ, turn around to face away from the audience, and the music to “Cowboy
Casanova” by Carrie Underwood starts to play…
Colton
Hmm, yeah, I think I’m in deep shit. The song has not even started and Brianna is
already working the people in the audience. And I’ll be damned if she doesn’t look
deliciously awesome in those tight ass jeans, cowboy boots, a Guns and Roses’ tank
top, with a short and tight brown leather jacket on top, accentuating all of her assets.
She is wearing her hair loose, which is the way I like it best.
The music starts and she is facing away from the audience, then the spotlight hits
her. Matching the beat of the music, she spanks one butt check with one hand, then
the other butt cheek with her other hand, and then she spanks both butt cheeks with
both hands. Guys are woo-hooing, and whoopin’ and hollering and she has not even started
to sing. She is swaying her hips from side to side to match the music. So freakin’
sexy.
Then she starts to sing about a girl trying to convince another girl against a man
who she is obsessed with because he is a man-whore. All the while, she is dancing
to the music, like a real performer. She starts to shake her jacket off – oh, hell,
no! - shaking her shoulder moving those perfect boobs from side to side and I know, I really, really know , what every single guy here is thinking. There is nothing I can do to stop this.
I don’t want anyone else looking at her. My heart is pounding in my chest and I feel
the adrenaline working through my body. They better keep their hands to themselves
because I’m about to blow a gasket.
A new verse starts and now she is leaning forward showing her cleavage – shit! She gets back up, propping her hand on her hip, dancing provocatively. I see her
walking quickly off the stage and moving toward the bar. Leaning a table chair against
the bar, she uses her long legs to step on the chair, then a bar stool and then the
counter. She walk/dances the length of the bar while singing about the girl not heeding
her advice. At the end of the bar, she crouches and sits on her butt, and this huge
guy grabs her by the waist and pulls her to the floor. She runs her fingertip on his
jawline as she walks away from him, and I’m getting more and more pissed, because
all these guys here want her. I’m afraid I’m gonna start a nasty fight if they try to do anything to or with
her.
As she walks towards me, I’m feeling like alligator bait. When she is invading my
personal space, she starts to sing about a devil in disguise (she runs her hand on
my chest); a snake with blue eyes (puts her fingers on a ‘V’ shape and passes them
in front of her eyes); only coming out at night, giving you feelings you don’t want
to fight (she runs her nails from my left chest, through the front, starts to walk
around me while continuing to use her nails to the right side and all the way around
my back – I have chills now); then she takes a fist full of hair and pulls my head
back until my lips are next to her lips, only to break the spell by wrapping her arm
around my neck, coming back to my front and sitting on my lap while singing about
begging the girl to listen to her
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