Night club sex 1st day on the job part 1
Vivica knocks back another glass, the strobe lights and obnoxious beats losing its mystifying effect.
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> She'd made it to the big 21, the age where you can legally drink and it's not frowned upon. Well, for her at least; she barely touched a drop of liquor since she was 16 and it was a dare by her old high school classmates she has yet to reunite with.
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> Her party a****l friend Meridian dragged her to this club; it's one of those clubs where you have to have big money in order to even be considered on the waiting list; if Meridian hadn't been fucking the DJ there's a high chance they'd still be outside, freezing their asses off and waiting to get in. She looks to her left; Meridian is busy twerking on the DJ, speak of the Devil...
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> "Hey, girl. Want to dance?" a guy says in Vivica's ear. Ugh.
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> "No, thank you." She answers thinly.
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> "C'mon, baby...the night's still young..."
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> "No. Thank you." She responds with more conviction. The guy finally takes the hint.
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> "Alright, then. Have a nice one." He smiles thinly and walks off, muttering "bitch" under his breath before disappearing into the sea of dancers. Vivica leans against the bar stool, watching the club come alive over some new single the DJ wanted to introduce.
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> It's supposed to be her birthday; she's supposed to be the life of the party, have eyes on her while she makes a scene twerking on some random guy she may or may not fuck that night. She should be laid out on the tables, letting the bartender pour liquor down her throat while Meridian does jello shots off her navel. She should be having DJ's playing her favorite songs while everyone cheering her on as she eats her birthday cake and champagne with VIP status. Instead, she's posted against the bar, watching everyone have fun and life goes on without her.
>
> She'd made it to the big 21, the age where you can legally drink and it's not frowned upon. Well, for her at least; she barely touched a drop of liquor since she was 16 and it was a dare by her old high school classmates she has yet to reunite with.
>
> Her party a****l friend Meridian dragged her to this club; it's one of those clubs where you have to have big money in order to even be considered on the waiting list; if Meridian hadn't been fucking the DJ there's a high chance they'd still be outside, freezing their asses off and waiting to get in. She looks to her left; Meridian is busy twerking on the DJ, speak of the Devil...
>
> "Hey, girl. Want to dance?" a guy says in Vivica's ear. Ugh.
>
> "No, thank you." She answers thinly.
>
> "C'mon, baby...the night's still young..."
>
> "No. Thank you." She responds with more conviction. The guy finally takes the hint.
>
> "Alright, then. Have a nice one." He smiles thinly and walks off, muttering "bitch" under his breath before disappearing into the sea of dancers. Vivica leans against the bar stool, watching the club come alive over some new single the DJ wanted to introduce.
>
> It's supposed to be her birthday; she's supposed to be the life of the party, have eyes on her while she makes a scene twerking on some random guy she may or may not fuck that night. She should be laid out on the tables, letting the bartender pour liquor down her throat while Meridian does jello shots off her navel. She should be having DJ's playing her favorite songs while everyone cheering her on as she eats her birthday cake and champagne with VIP status. Instead, she's posted against the bar, watching everyone have fun and life goes on without her.
8 年 前