✔️Get Naked - Katya Zamolodchikova x Reader

Part Two

Stumbling out of the club, both you and Violet clung to each other high off life and most definitely drink on very real alcohol. Your once perfect makeup, was smudged and dripping down your face. Somehow Violet's was still perfect, but knowing Violet as well as you did, you assumed it was on purpose.

The night was full of regrets. Well not regret's , but regret. One single regret that you were very very regretful for. You shouldn't have agreed to take Katya on as a client. The only reason you had was because she was hot and you were barely listening to what was spewing out of her mouth, but now you were committed to it. At the end of the day you were a professional and maybe the queen could bring in good business. First you had to figure out what kind of business that was though.

Violet had pretty much passed out on top of you already, both you and the Uber driver ignoring her loud and incessant snoring. If you didn't know her you'd be surprise how obnoxiously that hitch snored. She was Violet Chachki though, everything she did was obnoxious.

The car hummed as it rolled along the road, the cities lights flashing in your eyes with building you passed. For everything you hated about LA, there was always a redeeming quality just around the corner. Maybe that's why you stayed. Maybe that's why everybody stayed.

The car hauled just outside you apartment and you immediately reached to shake Violet awake. "Get up bitch." You groaned, attempting to shove her off you and earning a whine in persistence from the queen.

"Let me sleep (y/n), I'm tired!" She complained, slapping your arm. You just laughed, pushing the door open and pretty much letting her fall out of the car on her own. Violet scoffed in annoyance, embarrassingly picking herself up and closing the car door. "Your a cunt!" Violet whispered, harshly into your ear as the both of you walked up to the apartment. Violet was usually not a queen you'd want to cross, but you did whatever you wanted and not even 'the bitch who stole season 7', herself could scare you off.

"You love me bitch!" You joked, stumbling on the stair in your ginormous heels and earning a taunting 'ha' from the queen.

You had gotten so lucky becoming friends with Violet. All jokes aside, you felt as though you had really tamed the beast with Violet. You always had her by your side, even when you were at your lowest.

"You can't even walk in heels- how could I love you?" She scoffed, watching with blurry vision as you unlocked your apartment door clumsily. You really were not the most co-ordinated drunk.

"Oh- my corsets not enough commitment for you? I gave up the right to breathe-" you started, but stopping groaning as your headache pinched more painfully in your head.

"Hungover already. Bitch your weak." Violet sighed, shaking her head. Undoing both yours and her corset, you both let out sighs of relief and immediate comfort as you sank into the couch.

"Shit!" You suddenly blurted out, waking Violet from the 'almost sleep' she was apparently enjoying and earning a groan from her with annoyance. "I have to have lunch with Katya tomorrow.." you whined, running your hand over your face.

Violet just chuckled lowly. "It's your own fault bitch!" Ok, maybe she wasn't always there for you, but hey. You could only ever expect so much from her, you should have known to lower your expectations.

"I know, I know.." sighing, you pulled yourself from the couch and walked brokenly, to your room in the complete dark. "Goodnight you fucking whore. I hope your dead by morning." Violet simply hummed sleepily back in response, clearly not hearing or processing what you had said. You were more than happy with the silence though.

It was rare that when Violet Chachki was in your house, you got a second of silence. Slumping into your room, you felt out for your bed, not wanting to turn the lights on, but also not wanting to fall flat on your ass. Finally sitting down onto the silky sheets, you almost immediately melted into your bed, stripping any of the clothes left on you, off of your body and throwing them anywhere but near you.