A LOVE THAT IS FOREIGN

Gone Wild

Asia wears black leather, sexy tight pants hugging her thighs, legs and butt. She paired it with off shoulder white top with pattern of lines and dots like a morse code symbols. Asia also wore a black boots with high heels that's not too uncomfortable to walk with.

Her over all clothes costs her 200 USD. She went to thrift shop yesterday for this outfit and she made a masterpiece cause she paired them beautifully.

Asia curled the tip of her long hair which she dyed into ash blonde four months ago. Her roots were black and she'd been thinking of going back to her roots before fleeing back home. She just finished putting on a nude hazelnut in colour of lipstick. She look at the reflection of herself in the mirror and she definitely look sultry. Well, she's ready for this. She'll unfold her naughty side and forget about the workaholic one. Tamira was right. She have to loosen up a little. She's been striving hard for the past four years and it's about time to give herself a time to jam and to mingle with her opposite gender.

"Let's get this s**t done." She nodded her head then left her house.

The pants she bought has an inner pockets so she decided to put her phone and money there. Grabbing a pouch will be too hassle for this kind of event so screw that.

Asia rode a cab going to their meeting place, just in front of the Diablo's Den. An exclusive bar for elite and upper class niggas. Asia thought she's wearing a sexy clothes but compare to Tamira's, she look nothing but casual.

Tamira wears a super high heels with straps just below her knees. A denim shorts that covers nothing much but her ass. And a fitted shirt showing her navel. Her hair hanging freely on her back.

"You look really different from the friend I thought I know," Asia noted.

"Well, life is full of surprise, is it?"

With a smile on her lips, Asia shake her head slowly. They walk thru the bulky bouncers without any confrontation. Daiblo's Den is definitely another world.

Asia could feel the increase of her heart beat because of the loud music. The song is familiar. She identified the playing music as a remix version of Cardi B's Vodak Yellow.

Tamira move her shoulders, shaking them as she pout her lips while feeding her eyes with a wondrous view of crazy, and probably horny, dancing people.

"So nice, uhuh?" Tamira shout on Asia's ear.

"I've got to say hell yeah,"

"Come, let's grab a drink."

Tamira went to the counter. The serving bartender caught her attention. He's a big man, wearing a loose shirt. The sleeves were torn off leaving few threads hanging. There is a skull tattoo on his left arm.

Tamira lean on the island, exposing her t**s and she send him a seductive stare. Asia almost laugh at her friend's flirting scene. This is just so unusual. She mean, she always see Tamira in office wearing semi-formal skirts, being professional at all circumstances.

"Give us the hardest cock... tail." Those words slipped thru her mouth as dirty as she can be.

"Well, a Diablo's c*m is our best selling and labeled as the hardest. Would you like a taste?" The bartender responded equally flirty.

Tamira giggled softly then she nod her head. He left soon to go get their drinks.

She look at Asia then whispers, "I can see where on heaven I'm heading,"

"I envy you." Asia mouthed.

"Go get yourself a man. We're in a huge pond, suit yourself."

Seconds after, the guy comes back with liquors on his hand. "Diablo's c*m, here they are." He served.

"I believe this will taste divine. I'm Tamira by the way,"

"Garret,"

"I love your name," And just like that, Tamira forgotten the existence of Asia.

She doesn't want to intrude with her best friend's fling so Asia help herself out holding the wine glass. She finished her beverage and left the glass at the otger end of the counter.

Assessing the clothes of these chicks here made Asia believe that she had worn the wrong outfit.

Screw all her thoughts. Whatever she wears, she'll make sure she'll have a good hanky-panky tonight. Hell f*****g yeah.

Asia flop on a couch, she's done with the women so she's now assessing the Alpha males in the club. She like that one guy in the dance floor but looks like he have choosen a girl; that one girl dancing with him, grinding her ass to his thighs. Good for them. Asia continued scanning the club. She noticed a guy in the other end of the counter, couple of meters away from Tamira and Garret.

As to Tamira's advice, to get herself a man, she needed to approach and show some motive. That's what Asia planned to do. She stands up. Dragged her sleeve lower than what should be, fully exposing her sharp shoulders and that defined collarbone. She fixed her hair at her back then started walking, her hips swaying side to side as she approach the guy.

She's almost there, almost. But she backed away when a man came. The newly arrived guy caressed the shoulder of her target and when they kissed, her eyes widened.

Oh, no, no.

The last thing I want is to argue with a savage gay in a bar this Friday night.

Asia know her place so she didn't pursue the gentleman. She simply go back to where she was sitting.

An hour passed. Tamira and Garret is nowhere near. They must be somewhere the corner doing some quickie session.

She's done watching. It's time to do some dirty stuffs. Asia remembered she slide a rubber band on her jean's pocket because she thought she might need to tie her hair when heat visited her body. She pulled the rubber out, gather the edge of her off-shoulder top then knotted them in place at the back.

As daring as she can, she stroll all the way going to the dance floor. Asia dance along with the wild crowd. She's swaying her hips side to side. Moving her head as her hair follow every motion she make. Western people have this impression that Asian girls don't do the twerking but Asia will prove them wrong. She stick her ass out, then in, out, then in. And before she knew it, she'd become the center of attraction. Men and women are cheering, enjoying the show, watching her dirty dance with smiles and glitterng eyes.

She's gone wild. So wild that no one would ever think that she's an upright and ethical woman.

Her body started sweating. Her hair sticking into her nape, neck, face and shoulders.

She's been dancing with a woman she doesn't even know. The woman's fake t**s bumping into hers. Grinding them against Asia's natural but still proud one.

She's becoming more unconscious to her dirty and wild actions but something behind made her tensed.

Someone's holding on both of her waist and brushing her ass against the buldge in his pants. That is something she don't experience even for once which is why it's making her panic.

The hands on her waist were so strong and tight she can't even turn around.

The series of ass grinding to buldge continues until Asia knew to herself that she can't take this no more.

She stopped dancing and with all her might she pushed the hands off her waist then she turn around to confront the man. However, seeing his face made her halt and think twice.

The man smiled mischievously. That moment, she didn't notice that she started holding her breath until she felt her urge to take in some air to fill her lungs.

"Hola, my lady."

She watch him speak. He might have thought that Asia is a Latina. It wasn't something new. She's been mistakenly categorized before as a Latina multiple times.

"H-hi," Asia finally found her lost courage to speak.

"Would you like to go somewhere else?"

Asia gulp and the man didn't missed it.

"S-sure,"