The Night Begins

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Trisha Fuck! it was too damn crowded, I was making my way to the dance floor, it was nine already. Where is he? "Trisha! b***h come here! Over here, babe!" Devon my trusty wingman called me over. "Damn woman! You're looking hotter by the day aren't you?" Devon looked at me from top to bottom. "Dev, you're such a tease! You're so gay I can't even be mad at you. Come! We need to search for our prey. Or do you need more liquid courage?" He sat back down, and introduce me to his friends. "Take some shots, Trish! Apparently, Gina here knows the club owner and he gives us freebies." Devon explained. "Don't mind if I do then, thanks, Gina. To Gina!" I held up the shot glass in the air, and we were all wooing her, making her blushed. Oh, such a young woman, with a young mind. The owner probably wanted to f**k her brains out. I waited for Devon until he finally gets to my side and drags our asses to the bar. I ordered my whiskey on the rocks, while Devon ordered his usual pink cocktail. I flirted for a while with the bartender, as he peeked down my plunging neckline. We took a seat and browse for our prey. "White shirt, sneakers, arm tats." Devon started whispering in my ear, my eyes scanned the floor. "Nice. Firm ass. Damn pinkie ring. Next." I muttered. "Maroon shirt, black leather jacket on the left. He got the boyish look that you like Trish." "Nice ripples of muscles, but he has sideburns Dev, seriously? You know I don't do sideburns." I laughed at him. "Oh Trish, you and your rules sometimes. You can just shave it off when he's sleeping from exhaustion after you f**k him senseless. We've been club-hopping for years. You're bound to f**k the same guy, with your many standards." Devon complained. He knew I didn't do the same guy twice. Not even if he was that good in bed, I never gave out my numbers, sometimes I didn't even give them my real name. "Denim shirt, black chinos. Oh ooo.. he's mine darling. You can take his not so gay friend with the black shirt and designer jeans, nice leather boots though. Let's go and get them." He winked at me and grabbed his cocktail and drink it down. I mirrored his action and finish my drink. Damn! This is strong. Devon opened the conversation as I play the blushing girl, trying hard to flirt with the boots man. When in reality, I didn't even have to flirt my way to drop his pants. They were flattered by us, then we move to the dance floor. We started to dance our way to the music, my hands were up in the air, swinging to the beat while his hand rested on my waist, flirting his way into my pants. Right then, I'll give him another ten minutes before we go back to his place and f**k. I needed to get back before twelve, I got some important meeting tomorrow morning, I need my beauty sleep. From the corner of my eye, I could see Gina. She was dancing, with a hot-looking guy. Is he the club owner? Well damn...he's hot. Then he looked my way, as he arched his eyebrow at me. Hmmm....cocky much? Jim the boots man, started to kiss the back of my neck, and grind my ass from behind. He was resting his hands on my hips now. The guy who was dancing with Gina was watching me, she was facing her body the other way. His hands were all over her body, as he started kissing her neck. I was wearing my tiny body con black dress, with a very plunging neckline, topped with a sheer white boyfriend shirt, tied loosely on my waist. I started to move my body sensually, as Jim hummed his appreciation making me laugh sexily at him. Men! So predictable. I turned to face Jim the boots man, moving him sideways making sure that I could still see Gina's dancing partner. I awarded him with a deep kiss, trailing my hands from his chest. Then to the back of his neck, playing with his hair, pulling his face down to me. I started to trail my kisses along his jawline, and whispered dirty things to his ear, as he pulled me in closer to him. I peeked to where Gina was dancing, and saw that her dancing partner was still looking at me. I winked my eyes at him, as he lifted the end of his lips, smiling at me as he kissed her. Oh, poor girl. She'll be forgotten by morning. "You wanna get out of here Jim?" I whispered seductively in his ear. "Yes, babe. Let's go. Your place or mine?" He draped his hand on my shoulder, as I tap Devon and say goodbye to him. I told him, that I would text him later. "Yours is good with me. Let's take a taxi yes? I don't do drunk drivers." I smiled sweetly at him. He nodded, while he kisses me and pulls me closer, as we were out in the cold night air. The rules of the game were, I never invited my s*x partners to my place and always texted his address to Devon, as he mentioned his destination to the taxi driver. Next, I would usually leave their place before the night ends, I needed to be home for my beauty sleep. Then, I would always use protection, and the last one and most important one, no commitment. I was happy with my current lifestyle, I was not seeking for love. I was busy with my schedule, I really didn't need the distraction. Devon had always been my wingman. He had been, since the first time he decided to came out to me, as being gay in high school. It happened as I tried to shove my tongue into his mouth. I never thought I found a boy, that didn't like me kissing them. But instead, he was using me, the prettiest girl in school he said, to test his theory of him being gay. I was hooked on him from that day forward. 
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