Estella & Dominic (7)
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(♡‿♡) Estella and Dominic 7 (♡‿♡)
If I was stepping into the biggest club in the city, then I should look chic and irresistible.
My silver strap stiletto gleamed under the club lights, perfectly complementing the long sleeved silver sheer mesh that clung to my body, and a black leather skirt that showed just enough.
As Chris' number connected, I scanned the crowd spilling around the entrance, all bubbling with cheering and ranting. Soon, I spotted him. The flash light of his cellphone reflecting in his hands illuminated his face —an obvious sign that it was ringing but this guy was just standing there, staring at me like I had just descended from heaven.
Was he serious?
“Chris!” I called out.
He startled so hard his phone slipped from his hand and hit the ground.
“What’s wrong with you? I’ve been calling!” I snapped, my voice rising above the music.
“I’m really sorry, Estella. I was just...”
“You were what?” I cut in, already pissed.
“I was completely distracted,” he admitted. “You look breathtaking tonight. Truly.”
His eyes traced me slowly from my head down to my heels - the way my mother would if she had seen this outfit and for a second, I felt exposed.
“Is it too much for the party?” I asked, glancing down at my supple cleavage.
“No,” he said immediately. “Not at all."
“It’s perfect,” he added softly, still clearly flustered.
“Then let’s go inside,” I said. “The way you’re staring is starting to make me nervous.”
“My bad,” he replied, lifting his arm for me to take it.
That caught me off guard. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
He scratched the back of his head, embarrassed, and then it clicked. We were supposed to act like a couple tonight.
How did I forget the most important part?.
The minute Chris and I walked hand in hand into the club, City Girl's “Twerkulator" began to play sending the strippers into a frenzy. They spread their legs, hips wiggling in wild, hypnotic twerks. Their soft, round asses bounced to the rhythm of the music, and soon they moved sinuously around poles teasing and seducing both the males and females present.
Upfront, a guy with tattoos in both of his arms sat in the middle of two thin busty girls. One ran her hand along his thighs and the other leaned close, whispering sinfully to his ears and sticking her tongue out. He nodded along, and I heard Chris mutter.
“That’s Jill. Let’s go say hi.”
“Do we have to?” I asked, eyes following one of the girls who had just slid between his legs. The movement was provocative and tempting. I knew what she was about to do.
A blow job.
“We'll be quick, I promise" Chris encouraged, giving my hand a squeeze.
We walked closer, and the second girl’s lips curved into a teasing bite directed at me. That made me sick, I even felt a twist in my stomach. If only she knew I don’t do girls she might reconsider her audacity.
“Hey, Jill!” Chris called.
“Chris...” Jill murmured, leaning forward to take a better look at me.
“Wuu...Is this your girl?” he said, drawing on his cigarette as he scanned every inch of my curves.
Chris glanced at me, as if seeking permission. I nodded.
“Yes,” he said firmly.
“Damn, Chris. She’s dangerous hot,” he murmured, smoke curling from his lips while he stared.
It seemed like he was already undressing me in his mind.
Chris stiffened beside me. The tightness in his jaw told me he didn’t appreciate that.
“Nice meeting you,” Jill added, extending his hand toward me.
I moved to take it, ready to offer a polite smile but Chris surprised me. He gently pushed my hand down before it reached Jill’s.
Why?.
“We’ll be over there,” Chris said coolly, nodding toward the far end of the club.
Jill barely seemed to care. His hand was already gripping the curve of a stripper’s ass as she bent in front of him, her hips rolling, bouncing against his palm. His fingers dug in possessively as she danced.
“Enjoy yourself,” Chris added, lacing his fingers through mine. He clasped it firmly and guided me away.
“Why did you stop me? You looked like you wanted to punch him.” I asked, the moment we settled with our drinks.
Chris exhaled slowly.
“Jill has a reputation,” he said. “He doesn’t just admire women. He collects them. I didn’t want you becoming part of his entertainment.”
“You sure?” I asked. “You seemed way too bothered for just a compliment.” I added.
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