Party time at the clubhouse. Tricia was both excited and nervous. She'd been having intense feelings towards Tracker. She dressed in a lace black top and a black blue jean skirt. All the guys and the old ladies greeted her with friendly hellos.
The club women just stared at her. She noticed one in particular with bleach blonde hair and big boobs. The woman had hatred in her eyes for her. She knew it had to be because she wanted Tracker. The woman walked up to them.
"Tracker will you be free later?" She asked.
"No Celeste I won't." Tracker replied.
Then he grabbed Tricia's hand and led her to the bar. She heard the woman mutter something but couldn't hear what exactly. They sat at the bar and ordered drinks.
"She likes you." Tricia replied.
"Well, the feeling isn't mutual. I don't go
