One Night Stand
705 Words
MOOLAH CLUBHOUSE*
The devious music was flooding through the veins and flesh of everyone present, and the dance floor is full to the edges with dancing bodies rolling and rocking together in sin.
The exclusive clubhouse is for elites, and that's why bouncers are staged everywhere in the entrances for coordination.
There are rooms for darker sins in the inner parts of the club, but those who has zero control could be seen taking each other under the neon lights.
Leo got eye-r***d by the girls begging for his dîck as he pushed past the crowd of rich youths in their twenties, searching for his brothers.
Finding them wasn't a task,Nickolas is a noisemaker, and his voice filled the spot he sat in with Tristan and several escort girls surrounding them.
Every girl in their angle is totally naked, and Nickolas was kissing one of them on his laps when Leo joined them.
"Thought you weren't coming" Tristan said surprisingly as Leo settled in the middle of the two.
"What did I tell you, I said he'd get bored in the palace and come find us. I know Predator better than any fuçking body" Nickolas replied.
"You're a real bîtch when you're drunk" Leo said, pouring a small cup of beer down his throat.
"Who's drunk? Bro, I'm sober" Nickolas said despite the fact that he's reeking of alcohol.
A naked slut sat on Leo's laps, and he scrutinized her body thoroughly with his eyes.
Clean-shaven pu$$y, wide @ss, big breàsts and fake plastic surgery face which is so obvious judging by her nose and cheekbones.
She leaned in trying to kiss his lips, but he lowered his lids before speaking...
"You kiss me, I'll snap your neck. Ion kiss sluts"
The woman started caressing his body instead, and he relaxed to her hands.
"So you're still with your I Don't Kiss Sluts Policy?" Tristan said beside him.
"Pretty much" Leo replied, his mind reverting to the Prime Minister's wife... Her lips.
"My main toys already thought you weren't coming, so they refused to come. You'll meet them some other time" Nickolas said.
"Who are they anyways? Angels?" Leo said as the slut on his laps unbuttoned his shirt, caressing his bare body and the killer abs.
"They're identical twins, bad twins" Tristan tipped, shaking his head.
"Twins? Aren't you doing more than your teacher now?" Colt grinned.
"It's normal to be badder than your teacher, bro" Nickolas replied, playing with the titties of his own slut.
A female bartender brought more drinks to their angle, and as she set the drinks on the table, Tristan couldn't take his eyes off her.
When she was done, she left without making eye contact with anyone, and Tristan still didn't stop looking at her.
"You're r****g her with your eyes, dude" Leo said, and Tristan immediately stood.
"Will be back" he said, but just as he stepped out of their angle,
That same time Diava entered looking dangerous sexy with her soaked dress red eyes and swollen lip the red red did the good job of making her hot,she just walked passed Tristan . Nickolas mouth is open in awe but Leo is losthe stood up immediately
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Diava she is sitting beside a curtained wall in the best room at the club.
The only one inside the room,holding an empty cup. She's crying again, but as the tears slid out, she wiped them.
Suddenly a guy knelt beside her, taking a bottle of rum on the table. She can't even see properly, she's drunk.
"I'll make you happy tonight, lill. Please cheer up." he whispered, pouring some of the rum into his cup.
Diava drank it all up at a go, and he poured for her again.
She drank it all at once, again.
The scene of Joe and Cassie in that bed needs to leave her head. That's the only way she's not gonna fûck up.
"You're at the verge of forgetting your sorrows." The guy smiled, pouring her the third cup.
"Will I really forget about my worries?" Shee looked down at the guy, holding up his chin.
He nodded"I'll make you forget everything".
Next sec,
Lip met.
Clothes down.
Moans elope the room.
- Writer
