Pretty girls Never Make Good Ex-girlfriends

Coming back:chapter 2

The guy she meets---->

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"Where to?" The taxi driver asked when she hopped in an hour ago. He looked at her puzzled with a flirtatious look on his face. His face was full of black stubble hair with thin pursed lips. His hair was curly into little swirls. "What's a young, beautiful girl doing out in the middle of the night with a red dress with her mascara all ruined, huh?" He questioned looking at the rear mirror.

"Can you shut the fuck up and drive." She  answered impatient on wanting to leave this damn dump.

"MM, feisty. Me like." He said. Ugh, she could actually see a bit of drool coming down from the corner of his lips. He sucked it in making noise as if he was sucking on a straw. "Here we are gorgeous." He said after two miles of driving and flirtatious remarks.

She looked out the window it was a club that she knew ever since she visited her mother which was which was every two years. The club was called Blow. It had this kind of vintage liking to it. It was an apartment that was next to a Barber shop that was owned by Puerto Ricans. The club was harden with stones with a big flash light sign that said Blow. The lights were circling around the name with blue and white lights.

She turned to the duffel bag and opened it and got out the wallet. "How much?" She asked scuffling up on the seat.

"For you baby, it's five dollars." He answered looking back licking his lips, "But if you want it can be cheaper."

"Ugh, no thank you!" She growled ready to get out. She took out the five dollars and handed it to him. He grabbed a hold of her hands and started to caraess it.

"You have very soft hands." He smiled showing his full yellow teeth smile.

"Ugh, please let go!" She exlcaimed.

He let go."Be pretty."

"You don't have to worry." She mumbled and got the hold of her duffel bag and got out that damn perverted taxi driver's cab. He put down the window and smiled again. Then, he left after two minutes of staring.

"Dick wad." She sighed sticking out the middle finger as the car slowly went down the hill.

The air was smooth and warm sticking onto anyones body to whoever was outside. As she walked into the club while holding onto her duffel bag, she instantly smell vomit mixed with beers. Her mouth was starting to thirst wanting a cold hard drink wanting to forget him. She walked over to the bar that was a few inches away from the dance floor.

She sat down on the a wooden stool on one of the few that were lined up and adjusted herself. She carried her arms on the wooden, smooth carving counter and sighed. She looked up at the shelf that had so many different bottles and was deciding what to drink. She turned and saw the bartender walking into the small door in order for him to go inside his area.He had a white apron on with black and blue sweats. As he saw her, he walked over and leaned against the counter folding his hands in front of her.

"Hey, how may I help you, beautiful?" This dude has no chance, thought, she thought, but decided to play the game.

"Aww, I’m flattered." She sighed.

"What's wrong, pretty woman?" .

"I don't have any money." 

"Don't worry, it's free for you." He said seductively.

"Oh well that case, can I get sex on the beach?" She asked leaning in puckering her lips.

"O-O-Of course." He answered leaning back and walked to get the bottle. "So where you from, I've never seen you around."