Kennedie
Knight Club was a regular club.
Loud tasteless music, thick smoke in the air and the smell of sweat and s*x lingered heavily in the air…. Call it whatever you want but I’d like to think that I somehow liked the setting.
I always tried to be the perfect person, takeaways good, tried to be the perfect girlfriend, tried to e a good wife, although that didn’t last long… but here, I get to be wild, to let my inner inhibitions to come through.
Here, I did not have to be perfect.
I could have fun, I could be free.
I waltzed into the club swinging my hips from sided to side. And I could feel the heavy eyes of thirsty men on me. Good they should have their feel of whatever they could not have, I was a catch after all.
I could feel my confidence increasing with every step I took, but
