Gemma, Olga & Ophelia (A Gemma Orsman Fanfiction)

Chapter 1

Chapter 1: Night Club

Olga

I puffed the smoke I just inhaled seconds ago. I'm leaning against the lamp post here in the smoking area at a pub.

I looked at the crowd inside that's in black in white because of the tinted glass.

The darkness and the baffled music gives bizzare comfort. I love it.

My eyes focused to my reflection on the glass.

I'm wearing a black bralette with an X detail on the waist part paired with low-waist ripped jeans.

I smiled.

Looking good.

"Oh, hey." a guy appeared infront of me. His tone is flirtatious and I know well where this conversation is headed to.

I just puffed the smoke I consumed earlier infront of him.

He just let out a small laugh.

"Where do you live?"

I mentally laughed. What kind of conversation starter is that?

"Bitchfield." I answered. Hiding a smirk at the back of my head.

He immediately frowned after my answer.

"Is that a city?" he said.

I purposely inhaled my smoke to halt my laugh. Fucking dumbass.

"Just a small town." I played along.

He let out a small laugh. "It sounds like a brothel."

I smirked behind the thick smoke I just set free.

"Kinda. It's an only women town." I did everything to halt my laugh. I can leave this kid here. But I'm having fun with this.

He again frowned.

"You guys satisfy men for money?" he asked, puzzled.

"We satisfy men until they die out of enormous euphoria." I answered and smiled.

The kid reacted the way I anticipated. It immediately fed my ego full.

I then inhaled my last smoke. I watched it until it hit the filter.

Lovely.

Just when I'm about to get another cigarette stick, I heard a camera shutter.

I looked up to find who took it.

There, I saw Anika with her Polaroid, walking towards me.

"You make such cinematic scenery. Can't help it." she said and smiled. She also showed me the picture.

It's indeed cinematic. I'm alone in the picture leaning on the black lamp post that's the only illuminating the scene, looking up with smoke coming out from my mouth. I'm not surprised this turned out so well though. I'm hot and she's a cinematographer. Luckily, the kid is out of the frame.

I just shook my head smiling then I leaned towards her and owned her lips.

The kid is once again shocked.

"Let's get inside?" she asked.

I nodded. "Everybody's waiting." I said then held her waist. "Later, mister." I teasingly said.

He just stood there, dumbfounded.

"And, oh. This is a lesbian bar by the way."