It was Friday evening, almost time for closing and her friends were coming over for the weekend since they had all been so busy over the week. Sebina couldn't help being excited as she bobbed her head in rythm to the music that was playing in the workshop while she worked on the front bumper of the Toyota that had come in earlier after a traffic accident.
"Someone's in a good mood," Ntai laughed as he watched her. He was the only one dressed impeccably in a suit while the rest were dressed in overalls.
There was a reason why Sebina never let him into an overall even though he had tried to help out in the workshop. Ntai knew absolutely nothing about cars. He had somehow broken the radiator the day he tried to help out and that was the last time Sebina ever let him try to help. He had been told that his job was strictly in the office and nowhere else. He was more than happy.
"My friends are coming for the weekend and I know they're crazy so we're about to have a blast! Haven't seen them in ages."
"Can I come? I like older women."
Sebina laughed. "I know you do. But this is 30+ friends only. Imma take you out next time. Just me and you, drinks on me. I'm gonna bless you."
Ntai looked at her with a smile. "You have no idea how much I would like that. Don't stand me up please."
She grinned. "It's not a date just so we're clear but I promise."
"It's good enough for me." He went back to the office.
As soon as she finished at the workshop, she rushed home and quickly prepared for the call from her friends. It came as soon as she was done and after talking, she made her way to the gentlemen's club they had decided to go to.
Yes. A gentlemen's club. A strip club.
It was Michael, her only male friend's birthday anyway and he deserved to get some big booties and tiddies jiggling in his face. Maeraa, her friend, already had passes for them and they walked in, already heading straight for the bar as some men stared in surprise at them. They were among the few women present in the club.
"Michael!" Sebina yelled over the music after ordering them three shots each. It was time to get messy. She held a shot glass up. "You..." She put her arm around him. "Are the best friend anyone could ever ask for. You're an amazing guy and I'm glad your wife allowed you to come with us. I love that woman! Here's to thirty two!! Happy Birthday, Nunu." She planted a kiss on his cheek as Maeraa cheered and placed another on his other cheek.
They downed their shots one after another.
"Let's party!" Maeraa screamed as she took out some cash and distributed it among the three of them.
Sebina adjusted her bodysuit so that it sat perfectly over her figure, accentuating every dip. She knew she looked good because some men were staring at her instead of the strippers in their laps.
Maeraa pointed to a particularly big bootied dancer who had black strappy leather underwear on with a couple of leather garter belts. She smiled seductively at Michael and beckoned the trio over, tying her hair in a ponytail.
Sebina and Maeraa cheered as the dancer pushed Michael into a plush chair and started grinding into him as he stared at every part of her in awe. Sebina was a matchstick compared to the voluptuous young temptress. They started throwing cash at Michael and the beauty.
Sebina went back to the bar to get drinks then headed to Maeraa as they found somewhere to sit where a young dancer was entertaining them. They talked and laughed and after two drinks, Sebina was up on the mini stage where the stripper was while Maeraa egged her on.
"Please teach me how to twerk," she said, tipsy.
The dancer laughed and approached Sebina, grabbing her from behind and forcing her to bend a little. Sebina allowed, not realising that some eyes had shifted to her and the dancer as they started whinin' their waists and grinding on each other, Maeraa already capturing the moment with her phone, trying not to stumble too much because she was drunk.
Sebina threw her back into the dancer as the young woman wrapped her hand around Sebina's neck, enjoying herself. As Sebina turned to face the girl, her eyes caught some green ones watching her earnestly.
She sobered up at once and immediately stepped away from the stripper, heading towards Maeraa who was in hysteric giggles.
"I think we should leave," she quickly said, grabbing her bag from the chair she had been sitting in earlier.
"I'm buzzed anyway. Where is Michael?"
They look at the spot where they had left him and he was nowhere to be seen.
"Ah shit!" Sebina forgot her problems and started frantically looking for her friend. He was probably drunk where he was and it was never a good thing to lose sight of him. "We gotta find him."
He was nowhere to be found! Not even in the private booths! His phone was off and even the tracker couldn't trace him.
"His wife is going to kill us," Maeraa whispered, sobering up.
As they sat on the curb outside the club, shoes in hand, Maeraa started suddenly crying. She always did this after drinking or when they found themselves in trouble. Always.
Sebina hugged her, pulling her against her shoulder.
A car suddenly pulled up before them and an extremely wasted Michael stumbled out with the risky dancer that had given him a lap dance earlier, hysterically laughing.
Maeraa immediately stood up and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt before hugging him tightly while the dancer went back into the club. Sebina was too upset to care at this point so she just stood up and walked towards her car, stumbling a little even though she was barefooted.
"I'll take him to my house!" Maeraa called as she forced Michael into the back of the car he had just come out of. She followed and the car was off.
Fumbling with her car keys, Sebina tried to unlock her car but nothing was happening and frustrated, she kicked the driver's door only to hop about as a pain shot from her big toe up the rest of her body. She kept hopping and cursing loudly.
Someone placed their hand on her shoulder and she whipped around, ready to use her keys to shank the person but it was only Faizal.
"Ms. Sebina-"
"Leave me alone," she said rudely. "I don't care what you saw in there...I just wanna go home." She cursed again at the pain in her toe, gingerly stepping on it to make sure she would be able to step on the brakes but pain shot through her foot and she was sure that she broke something.
Faizal knelt on one knee on the ground and tried to hold her foot but she limped back, into the driver's door. "What are you doing?"
"I'm just checking if it's broken or just sprained. I saw you kicking your car earlier. Come on. Place your hand on my shoulder and hold on to me."
Slowly, she did as he asked and after removing the dirt from under her foot, he gently moved the big toe-she hissed in pain. Without warning, he twisted the toe and Sebina screamed, letting go of him and losing her balance, only to fall back into the car.
She stood to her feet shakily, glaring at Faizal as he stood up, his tall self looking down at her as he smirked.
"What was that?!" she said through gritted teeth.
"It was just a sprain. You're all fixed now. You'll be good to go home, right?"
She got into her car without a word and drove off, not realising that she could no longer feel the pain in her toe.
Faizal simply stared as her car glided away. He looked at the ground for a moment before the club door opened and his friend came out, holding two strippers by their waists.
"Faiz, my man...these two beauties have agreed to continue the party at your place so should we head back? I mean, it's your 27th, boy!"
He grinned and walked over, grabbing the less cuter girl. Experience had taught him that the cute ones weren't really all they were hyped to be. And he had seen that the girl that he had grabbed had been eyeing him all night.
She looked promising.