Friday
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How it all started.
Just another usually Friday. Same old, same old. Della had refused to go partying with her. Her tiny apartment was boring. She needed to get laid. Although these men didn't know how and where to touch her. They rarely brought her to her climax. Maybe one or two did but the point is, she don't want to feel lonely. Whenever she slept at her apartment, she could feel the void. Her bestfriend had a cute little angel to keep her occupied. She could have had that too, if her family had not forced her to..
Patricia was her party friend. Even though she was from Puerto Rico, they got along really well. There was some differences in the way they spoke Spanish but they still understood each other.
Partying friend as in she wasn't someone whom Mila could rely on when feeling down. Someone who would check up on her when she wasn't feeling well. Someone who had her best interests at heart like.. Della unfortunately this wasn't Della's scene so Mila went with Patricia every night to club Savannah. It was where all the fun was at. Mila wasn't hoping to find a boyfriend or a f*****g husband. Not after she had broken up with Rodrigo. He had called her a psycho and said she wasn't tolerable. The day they had fought, he had said that Latino and Black women are aggressive and this was the last time he would ever waste time on them. He said he wanted a white woman and that made Mila so mad, without any remorse she clapped him leaving a red five finger mark on his cheek. Rodrigo had always been soft, he calmly told her..
"See... this is what I'm talking about Mila. You need help!" He yelled at her before leaving knowing that she would probably come for him like a venomous snake.
Mila was this way because... she just wanted to protect herself. Not after what had happened in the past, she didn't want anyone dragging her away from her parents so that she could serve as a gift. She knew that would never happen but she just wanted to protect herself and never let anyone disrespect her like that.
"There is rich guy in the VIP area so you know how it be.." Patricia giggled.
Mila didn't want any rich guy, they were problems. They thought they owned everyone's soul and demanded respect even when they had not earned it. She was in her red tight dress, men mistaken her for a prostitute all the time but not that she cared. She was well known around the club and had loads of friends there. She was popular in club Savannah.
She didn't bother looking at the VIP area as she stirred her martini with the little umbrella.
"Not drinking tonight..?" One of her other party hype friend asked her. They only met at the club, outside they didn't know each other. They did the craziest things together.
"Just not really in the mood, I will just dance pass time then go home."
"No s**t Sherlock, we're drinking tonight. Sup Patty!" Ignacio said calling for the bartender as he simultaneously greeted Patricia who blushed. Ignacio was quite good looking. A Italian man with a British accent, now that's something to dream about. His tanned skin, long hair and nose piercing made him somewhat look like he had an 'I don't care attitude'
Patty loved that he was the club manager too. He had somewhat some authority around here and an apartment upstairs where they had countlessly f****d. She knew Ignacio loved Threesomes with an additional guy so they always did that on the craziest nights. Straight guys wouldn't want to be with Ignacio alone but when she joined, they wouldn't hesitate. It was a win win situation for Ignacio and Patty.
The bartender brought their shots.
Mila sighed.
She knew Ignacio could always convince her to do some of the craziest things. They had a couple of shots then went on the dance floor and danced to Sean Paul. It was a very nice throw back. Sean Paul could never get out of style. Mila and Patty shamelessly twerked on Ignacio which always brought attention. People would make space for them as they cheered. Patty and Mila loved the attention.. so did Ignacio.
She brought attention and—
Alfredo in his VIP section had his eyes glued onto her like polls of magnet but the strippers that Felipe had brought were covering his view. Felipe had recognized her and didn't want Alfredo to see her so he ordered strippers to dance for Alfredo. He knew this girl would bring havoc in Alfredo's life.. his son had cried enough for her. More so he could see that Mila had developed in all the right places, she wasn't the shy naive scared seventeen year old that had been brought in for Alfredo's ceremony. This wouldn't end well he thought as Alfredo.. peaked downstairs to watch her dance. He couldn't recognize her because that night she had a blindfold but she looked familiar. He hated that Ignacio was busy touching her... it made him uncomfortable.
"Out of my way!" Alfredo said to one of the half naked stripper that had leaped in between his thighs trying to get a good grip of his d**k.
He was wearing a suit, in a club.
"I said get out of my face.. puta." He cursed.
The three girls immediately moved away from him. Felipe was disappointed. By the way, Alfredo had a smirk on his lips as his stood tall at his 6'2 height getting ready to go downstairs.
"I think the fun is actually downstairs not in the VIP.." Alfredo told Felipe who rolled his eyes because he would have to follow him. He had another body guard but he stayed low key. Incase of any trouble, no one would be expecting him.
"There are thirsty girls down there, Fredo." Felipe said. "They only want your money."
"I'm not exactly looking for love." Alfredo shrugged.
Alfredo and Ignacio were well acquainted because of mutual friends and so on. When Alfredo approached them wanting to dance with Mila. He gave Ignacio and Patty a 'make yourself disappear' look.
They did but Mila continued dancing.
He knew she would fall at his feet immediately when she saw his face. Women always did, he was God-given in the looks department and money was just essential and an additional benefit.
When Mila realized she was dancing alone and her friends were gone.. she immediately turned to look back. Only to see Alfredo.
Her smile fell off her face.
"I thought I would come down and ask for a private show.. hermosa."
Mila scoffed at his arrogant attitude.
"No thanks." She said flippantly walking away. Felipe smirked, glad that she had rejected him. He didn't expect that Alfredo would not give up. Alfredo's ego was deflated. He stood there flabbergasted. No one has ever done that to him. Does this puta know who he is? He has had better than what she has to offer. He hissed incoherent curse words under his breath as he watched her take more shots with Ignacio.
He glared at the bar area.
"Boss, there are many girls waiting for you up there." Felipe convinced him but he let out a grunt.
"No, I want that b***h in the red dress!" He hissed venomously.
He was used to getting whatever he asked for. His father, Tiberio had spoiled him like a brat. His mother had always given him whatever he asked for. Who was this b***h to walk away from him and leave him embarrassed and utterly ashamed in front of people and his men.
She isn't even that pretty.
He scoffed.
If she had actually had self respect to cover her body properly maybe he wouldn't have approached her. She clearly wants this sort of attention.
This was one trait, Felipe hated about Alfredo. He was persistent until he got bored. Hopefully he would get bored before finding out who she really was.
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so people aren't voting on Judas Kiss anymore lol. I'm actually managing this multi-tasking.
How it all started.
Just another usually Friday. Same old, same old. Della had refused to go partying with her. Her tiny apartment was boring. She needed to get laid. Although these men didn't know how and where to touch her. They rarely brought her to her climax. Maybe one or two did but the point is, she don't want to feel lonely. Whenever she slept at her apartment, she could feel the void. Her bestfriend had a cute little angel to keep her occupied. She could have had that too, if her family had not forced her to..
Patricia was her party friend. Even though she was from Puerto Rico, they got along really well. There was some differences in the way they spoke Spanish but they still understood each other.
Partying friend as in she wasn't someone whom Mila could rely on when feeling down. Someone who would check up on her when she wasn't feeling well. Someone who had her best interests at heart like.. Della unfortunately this wasn't Della's scene so Mila went with Patricia every night to club Savannah. It was where all the fun was at. Mila wasn't hoping to find a boyfriend or a f*****g husband. Not after she had broken up with Rodrigo. He had called her a psycho and said she wasn't tolerable. The day they had fought, he had said that Latino and Black women are aggressive and this was the last time he would ever waste time on them. He said he wanted a white woman and that made Mila so mad, without any remorse she clapped him leaving a red five finger mark on his cheek. Rodrigo had always been soft, he calmly told her..
"See... this is what I'm talking about Mila. You need help!" He yelled at her before leaving knowing that she would probably come for him like a venomous snake.
Mila was this way because... she just wanted to protect herself. Not after what had happened in the past, she didn't want anyone dragging her away from her parents so that she could serve as a gift. She knew that would never happen but she just wanted to protect herself and never let anyone disrespect her like that.
"There is rich guy in the VIP area so you know how it be.." Patricia giggled.
Mila didn't want any rich guy, they were problems. They thought they owned everyone's soul and demanded respect even when they had not earned it. She was in her red tight dress, men mistaken her for a prostitute all the time but not that she cared. She was well known around the club and had loads of friends there. She was popular in club Savannah.
She didn't bother looking at the VIP area as she stirred her martini with the little umbrella.
"Not drinking tonight..?" One of her other party hype friend asked her. They only met at the club, outside they didn't know each other. They did the craziest things together.
"Just not really in the mood, I will just dance pass time then go home."
"No s**t Sherlock, we're drinking tonight. Sup Patty!" Ignacio said calling for the bartender as he simultaneously greeted Patricia who blushed. Ignacio was quite good looking. A Italian man with a British accent, now that's something to dream about. His tanned skin, long hair and nose piercing made him somewhat look like he had an 'I don't care attitude'
Patty loved that he was the club manager too. He had somewhat some authority around here and an apartment upstairs where they had countlessly f****d. She knew Ignacio loved Threesomes with an additional guy so they always did that on the craziest nights. Straight guys wouldn't want to be with Ignacio alone but when she joined, they wouldn't hesitate. It was a win win situation for Ignacio and Patty.
The bartender brought their shots.
Mila sighed.
She knew Ignacio could always convince her to do some of the craziest things. They had a couple of shots then went on the dance floor and danced to Sean Paul. It was a very nice throw back. Sean Paul could never get out of style. Mila and Patty shamelessly twerked on Ignacio which always brought attention. People would make space for them as they cheered. Patty and Mila loved the attention.. so did Ignacio.
She brought attention and—
Alfredo in his VIP section had his eyes glued onto her like polls of magnet but the strippers that Felipe had brought were covering his view. Felipe had recognized her and didn't want Alfredo to see her so he ordered strippers to dance for Alfredo. He knew this girl would bring havoc in Alfredo's life.. his son had cried enough for her. More so he could see that Mila had developed in all the right places, she wasn't the shy naive scared seventeen year old that had been brought in for Alfredo's ceremony. This wouldn't end well he thought as Alfredo.. peaked downstairs to watch her dance. He couldn't recognize her because that night she had a blindfold but she looked familiar. He hated that Ignacio was busy touching her... it made him uncomfortable.
"Out of my way!" Alfredo said to one of the half naked stripper that had leaped in between his thighs trying to get a good grip of his d**k.
He was wearing a suit, in a club.
"I said get out of my face.. puta." He cursed.
The three girls immediately moved away from him. Felipe was disappointed. By the way, Alfredo had a smirk on his lips as his stood tall at his 6'2 height getting ready to go downstairs.
"I think the fun is actually downstairs not in the VIP.." Alfredo told Felipe who rolled his eyes because he would have to follow him. He had another body guard but he stayed low key. Incase of any trouble, no one would be expecting him.
"There are thirsty girls down there, Fredo." Felipe said. "They only want your money."
"I'm not exactly looking for love." Alfredo shrugged.
Alfredo and Ignacio were well acquainted because of mutual friends and so on. When Alfredo approached them wanting to dance with Mila. He gave Ignacio and Patty a 'make yourself disappear' look.
They did but Mila continued dancing.
He knew she would fall at his feet immediately when she saw his face. Women always did, he was God-given in the looks department and money was just essential and an additional benefit.
When Mila realized she was dancing alone and her friends were gone.. she immediately turned to look back. Only to see Alfredo.
Her smile fell off her face.
"I thought I would come down and ask for a private show.. hermosa."
Mila scoffed at his arrogant attitude.
"No thanks." She said flippantly walking away. Felipe smirked, glad that she had rejected him. He didn't expect that Alfredo would not give up. Alfredo's ego was deflated. He stood there flabbergasted. No one has ever done that to him. Does this puta know who he is? He has had better than what she has to offer. He hissed incoherent curse words under his breath as he watched her take more shots with Ignacio.
He glared at the bar area.
"Boss, there are many girls waiting for you up there." Felipe convinced him but he let out a grunt.
"No, I want that b***h in the red dress!" He hissed venomously.
He was used to getting whatever he asked for. His father, Tiberio had spoiled him like a brat. His mother had always given him whatever he asked for. Who was this b***h to walk away from him and leave him embarrassed and utterly ashamed in front of people and his men.
She isn't even that pretty.
He scoffed.
If she had actually had self respect to cover her body properly maybe he wouldn't have approached her. She clearly wants this sort of attention.
This was one trait, Felipe hated about Alfredo. He was persistent until he got bored. Hopefully he would get bored before finding out who she really was.
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