Thank you, baby. Now, text your girl and let her know we’re here.” Bishop had graciously offered to play Uber for the night. He would have liked to have joined us, even if only to skulk in the distance and observe, but I insisted that this party was girls only. The three of us ladies unloaded in front of the club thirty minutes later. We looked HOT, if I did say so myself. It was a crisp October night, but that didn’t stop us from wearing our hottest clubbing attire. Besides, it wouldn’t be an issue once we hit the dance floor. The club was alive with energy when we arrived—the pumping bass, the gyrating bodies, the flashing colored lights—an intoxicating cocktail for the senses. “Let’s get this party started!” Shae called out, leading us to the bar. We kicked off the night wi
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