The club
1442 Words
Ever since I moved to New York City, my life has been all about parties, research, one-night stand, and more parties, well let’s just say that aside from research, my life evolves around parties.
I wore a spaghetti string silk mini dress, it has a slit in front, the back was open and it revealed the boobs area, I wore matching red heels to go with it, I straightened my hair so it will reach my back and fall right above my breast. I applied a little bit of mascara, eyeshadow, concealer, and thick red lipstick and I took my purse.
"You better be f*****g ready, Rebecca," I shout while walking to her room. And as I got there I wasn’t surprised to see that she isn’t in the room, she is probably taking a shower.
"Becca, you have to get your ass ready right now." I knock on the bathroom door but there was no response. "Becca," I say knocking on the door again.
"You called my name" I hear her huskily say from behind.
My jaw dropped at the sight of her, she wore a short leather skirt too short that if she bends down her butt will be on full display, a tiny top that looks no less than a bra. Her hair was curled and she had high heel boots on.
"One word, bitchy!!" I say chuckling.
She looked really hot.
One thing I like the most about Rebecca is that she never gets too sad to attend a party. Even after breaking up with her so-called boyfriend, Becca never gets too sad.
"If Jerry sees me in this, I bet he will miss my p***y so bad that he will beg to get a taste of it."
"It’s John, Becca." I corrected
"What?"
"You broke up with John, not Jerry."
"Yeah, yeah, whatever." She says while turning around and shaking her butt "My p***y is hungry for hot cakes."
I slightly slap her ass and say "Get your ass walking so we can get to that club, already."
Once we arrived at the club, we showed them our IDs and got in. I remember the time we use to go to adult clubs with fake IDs. FYI, I was totally against it but Becca forced me into coming with her, and thankfully we never got caught, because if we did, we would be spending the night in kid's jail or worse, be kicked out of the orphanage.
We got to the long bar with blue and red lighting, the club was packed today, with lots of men and women, some had already started their business while some were almost naked as they kept dancing to the music. I turned around and looked at the dance floor, a group of girls was dancing naked and they kept shaking their boobs to a man who wore nothing but really tight white underwear that reflected the shape and size of his d**k. He has a big one.
I watched them as they kept dancing, he was about to take off his underwear when I instantly turned back closing my eyes.
"Oh lord, aren’t there any rules in this club," I whispered to myself.
I brought out my phone to check on the update, I only came here for Richie Maranzano so I gotta know if he is coming or not.
"Come on, chill. Switch your f*****g phone off and let’s enjoy the night." Rebecca says dragging my phone from my hand.
"Hey, why did you do that?"
"Because I can. Now be a good girl and enjoy yourself, stop worrying about Richie Maranzano, you have a life before knowing about him so just chill." She says switching my phone off
She making it sound like I’m crushing on him or something like that. But seriously, Rebecca is right, I have a life aside from my mission to end Richie Maranzano. I gotta enjoy myself.
"I guess you’re right," I tell her
"Yeah, that’s my girl." She turns to the bartender and says "Ten shots please."
"Make it twenty." A deep pitch voice says from behind me.
I turn to look at him, he is tall, fair in complexion, with peach plump lips, blue eyes, and blond temple fade style hair, he has a star tattoo on his wrist. He wore black leather pants a plain ash t-shirt and a black leather jacket.
"Sorry about that ladies, I hope you don’t mind me changing your orders."
"No, we don’t." Rebecca says twirling her hair into her finger
I can see she has plans for him.
"I’m Rickie." He sat on the stool next to Becca
As they began talking, the bartender walked up with our orders and I instantly gulped five shots. Right now, I am very mad at myself, I feel like I am wasting my time, I came here to keep an eye on Richie but that bloody bastard isn’t here and I’m starting to think he isn’t gonna come.
I turn to look at Rebecca who was kissing Rickie, her tongue was f*****g drooling into his. He whispers something into her ear and she chuckles.
"Can we just get out of here already?" I say feeling bored already. I came here to find out more about Richie Maranzano, but now that he isn’t here, I feel like leaving.
"Girl, you need to chill okay, Richie is gonna be here," Rebecca says.
"Wait a minute, are you guys talking The Richie Maranzano."
"Yeah so?" I groaned already annoyed with what he might be thinking of, I’m sure he thinks that I have a crush on Richie.
"Do you-"
"No, I don’t" I instantly cut him off. Why do people think that way? Do I need to crush on someone before I know everything about that person?
"Uhm- we will be somewhere around," Becca says.
"Sure take your time."
I have been writing and searching about the Maranzano family. I have gone through different techniques to get their heads cut off but they just seem to get away with every plan of mine.
I call on the bartender and I and a stranger say in sync "Five shots please."
He turns to look at me and chuckles "I’m Matt." He says
"What? I can’t hear you" I shout so he could hear me.
He walks closer to me and whispers in my ear "I am Matt."
"Nice to meet you, Matt. I’m Rachel." I introduced
"Nice. You look worried Rachel, is everything okay?" He asked
I sigh and nodded "I’m good, I just need some vodka"
Once the bartender walked up with shots, I gulped them immediately. Nonstop.
"Get more" I yelled
"Are you sure?" Matt asks; sounding very concerned
"Yeah, I need to release the stress in my body"
"Two more shots," Matt says to the bartender
"Five more shots" I corrected
"Is it five or two?" The bartender asked
"You heard the lady, five more shots"
As he brought the shots I glued them in all at once. I was extremely hyped, I wanted to enjoy myself, enough of sad Rachel, I need to get a kick out of enjoyment. I instantly grabbed Matt’s hand and dragged him to the dance floor.
"Let’s dance," I say almost loading balance of myself.
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah. Just excited" I grabbed his hand as I walked to the dance floor
I had no idea what I was doing, I didn’t know how to dance but I don’t care. I don’t need to know how to dance before I dance right? I dragged Matt to the center of the dance floor and I started tweaking and fondling my butt on his c**k, I could feel that his c**k was getting harder.
"Oh yeah," Matt says placing his hand on the sides of my butt.
I turned around and wrapped my arms around his neck, pressing my boobs against his chest as I took a slow turn and bounced back up to face him.
"Matt?" I ask; my vision was quite blurry probably because I gulped twenty shots.
"Matt, are arm feels more muscular than I remember." I say to him.
I rub my eyes with the back of my hand to have a clear view of him.
"You smell different Matt, I like your perfume" I say unable to stand on my feet.
"I will take you home." He says and with that; he lifts me off the ground and carries me with one arm supporting my back and the other supporting my legs.
He turns around and says something and whispers to the man next to him. "Prepara la macchina"
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