It was late at night and rather than going to an empty house, Jasmine pulled her car over in front of a clubhouse.
She was dressed in a new mini dress she had bought on her way from work. The dress barely sat on her laps and the back was revealing as well as her cleavages almost hanging out of the dress. The black heels were a match to the hot red dress she wore.
Jasmine alighted from the car and walked into the club, the multiple lights that danced around almost blinding her. She managed to make her way to the bartender at the counter with her waist swaying with each step she took, earning her the attention of the men around.
She sat on the stool and grabbed a shot glass, tossed it to the bartender as a smile curled up her lips when their eyes met.
“A glass of your strongest drink,” S
