Private Display of Affection (PDA)

Don't Hate The Player

"How did you drink that shit?" I asked Rylin.

She giggled at me, she was actually happy to see me besides the fact that I stole her glass.

"I don't know, I was trying to ignore the taste."

"So Ryli, you ready for the party tonight?"

"Yea I have a skin tight pink dress picked out and everything, I've been saving it for the next party, and since I'm officially apart of your team I have to look damn good. Are you ready? What are you wearing?"

Just hearing the words skin and tight made me wanna go crazy.

"That sounds nice and as for me, I have no idea, Do you wanna go together?"

"Yea sure that would be cool."

Smooth as fuck Dior.

I giddily flashed her my million dollar smile. All I could think about was how she would be looking tonight and I was already undressing her in my mind.

"Could we have some help?" Eva interrupted.

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The six of us walked in like those cool kids in the hallways of a high-school TV series. It's insanely cringey, but we called ourselves the sixsome. Everyone knew us by that name and they didn't have a problem with it so neither should you. I also had Rylin on my arm which made the moment more dramatic and long lasting. 

The place was jam packed, and the loud music bounced off the walls echoing throughout the entire room. The smell of weed and alcohol engulfed the atmosphere. Everyone was out in their numbers tonight because it was the first party of the new school year. College was already a pain in the ass so we had to show them a good time.

Those who weren't boo'd up, gathered in their friend groups and those who weren't sucking faces were either busting it down or fucking at the "Pynk" which was the only place the rule abiding citizens dared to have any type of intercourse. It was Phoenix Hall's secret sex room.

The pink, purple and blue lights that I had set up earlier created a chill ambience and everyone seemed to be living their best life.

The strippers that were performing kept the audience entertained. They handled the poles as if it were nothing, calling them professional would be an understatement. A trailer load of people could be seen surrounding them throwing ones everywhere while others were dancing and gyrating like wild animals.