I wanted to look s.lutty.
But I didn't want to look like I was throwing my p.ussy around. I was really excited to actually try and move on, but I didn't want to have to try too hard, so I wore a tight black dress, it stopped near the middle of my thigh and was impeccably tight, clinging onto my body for dear life.There were criss cross like straps on the front exposing some of my skin and the bust had pads that pushed my breasts up and made them look a whole cup size bigger.
I thought about having at least a little class so I wore my shiny black Louis Vuitton stilettos. Curling my hair quickly and applying some red lipstick, I was ready.
It took no time before we made it to the club, and I actually was having a nice time. Yanna was off taking body shots and Xavier's boyfriend, Hanz showed up. We all know what that means.
I on the other hand had downed three vodka shots, and four Sex on the Beach drinks. To say I was drunk would be an overstatement because I could still walk and keep in what I wanted. But the cute brunette who I was currently grinding on didn't seem to mind it one bit.
[Zayn]
I was seriously contemplating going back home, but I continued on with my journey anyway in hopes of seeing her. Isis had mentioned she was having her birthday party at the bar and she'd invited other secretaries, and I'd originally declined her offer, explaining that the bar setting wasn't my atmosphere. But over some thought, I realised that she might've actually came. And I really wanted to see her so I thought What the hell?
She'd been so distant lately and every time she wandered into my office my mind drifted to places they shouldn't have been. I wanted to rip those d.amn skirts off of her and f.uck her rough and fast against the window wall in my office so I could claim her as mine. And I had a feeling she would have let me if I wouldn't have screwed everything up.
I wandered into the club the smell of sweat and alcohol slapping me in the face and maneuvered my way around the absentminded bodies drunk and practically humping each other to the VIP section where I saw Isis dancing with some of the other secretaries.
"Happy birthday!" I shouted over the thumping music in my ears. "Thanks!" she laughed as she gave me a light hug. I returned the gesture but pulled away quickly from the strong stench of patron on her.
"Do you by any chance know if Grace came?" I asked scratching the back of my neck. She nodded sending my pulse into overdrive. "She's over there dancing with Fredrick," she hollered in my ear.
I turned my head to see her, grinding away at some brunette d.ick who seemed to be enjoying himself to the max. Rushing over towards her, I grabbed her hand quickly and dragged her into the bathroom locking the door behind us.
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Duh duh duuuuuuuhhhhhh
