Playing The Game

P L A Y I N G T H E G A M E - C H A P T E R 3

Chapter 3

Three Weeks Later...

Creanna carefully looked her outfit over in the mirror. The leather catsuit was tight and clung to her body like a second skin. She hoped it wasn't humid in the club or else she would die. Besides the leather material squeezing the life out of her; she didn't need hot air blowing around a club she was sure was gonna be overcapacity by a few dozen people.

Today was the day Santana's boss was throwing his welcoming party now that he was in the Eastside and Santana wanted them to go. Creanna was not into clubs or dressing up, but for Santana she would go. Ever since they started dating he's brought out a more open side to her. She hadn't completely changed her personality, but he did make her a little less boring than she use to be.

"How does this look?" Creanna asked Strawberry who walked into her bedroom, coming from the bathroom. "And where's Santana?"

"Okay, look at you, you look good." Strawberry said looking her up and down with a hand on her hip, shifting all her weight to one leg. "And Santana left already. He went on his motorcycle."

"What?" Creanna frowned. "I thought we were all gonna go together. Why would he leave without approving my outfit first?"

"Approve your outfit? What are you his teenage daughter?" Strawberry laughed. Strawberry felt Creanna was too soft and was always letting someone run her. Even though Santana wasn't controlling, she still thought if they ever broke up and Creanna got into another relationship, she would do the same thing with that man which in turn would one day get her into an abusive relationship if she didn't get more tougher.

"No I'm not his daughter Berry. I'm just a respectful girlfriend. I don't run over to my closet and ask him what he thinks every time I pick something out; but when I know something is a little sexy or raunchy I'm gonna ask him what he thinks. I don't think there's anything wrong with a boyfriend being uncomfortable with his girlfriend's outfit—and I don't think there's anything wrong with a girlfriend negotiating with her man to change her outfit if he feels some type of way about it." She shrugged. "Michael might not care what you step out in, but my household is different, sis."

Strawberry furrowed her eyebrows and looked her sister up in down who was busy primping herself in the mirror. Strawberry boldly stepped in front of her. "What the hell is that suppose to mean? Michael cares about me, but he's not my damn father. My household is very much in order so thank you very much."

Creanna stopped playing in her hair and looked at her sister when she heard the tone in her voice. Creanna raised her eyebrows and put a hand on her chest. "Oh, no I didn't mean to offend you Berry...I-I was just saying that maybe Michael doesn't mind something that silly, but Sanny is a little more sensitive. Ya know...like a little more on the jealous side. Michael may not have a problem and be more confident and in anything you wear is all I meant."

Strawberry cut her eyes at her sister and looked in the mirror herself to make sure she was looking good. She wore a black lace romper that left nothing to the imagination. The lace was decorated in roses over her private parts so her nipples and intimate areas were hidden; but she was still sure to have men drooling tonight.

Strawberry was built like a video vixen. At one hundred forty five pounds with fat in all the right places she was more than blessed. She had long lean legs with small delicate feet that fit a size seven and half shoe. Her small waist and wide hips brought lots of attention when she was walking down the street. Her natural big booty that looked like it belonged to a donkey didn't defuse any of the the attention she received.