P.S I Love You (lesbian story)

Chapter 10

I sat with my back against the leather booth, watching the people get it on.

We arrived at the club and I was full set on getting uncontrollably drunk, I needed to loosen up. But those plans changed, so there I was sitting all by my lonesome.

The electronic music was sending pulsations throughout the club and ringing to my ears. The dance floor hummed with energy as people danced poorly to the music. Some were grinding, some were going Miley Cyrus on the dance floor. I find that utterly disgusting in my opinion.

Sighing I crossed my legs when a man passed me and growled hungrily. I pulled my dress down more which I failed at since it was so loose fitting.

The man stalked off and kissed a women roughly. I leaned back into the booth, trying to hide myself.

I mean, I've been to clubs before so none of this horrifies me or surprises me. But the fact that I am not taking any part in this life tonight, makes me feel a bit out of place.

Cameron was nowhere in sight. He could be off doing god knows what. Probably harassing a straight man. Somehow, whenever we go to a club he finds a way to cause trouble for himself. The worst is when he meets another drunken man and brings them home. Half the time the man isn't even straight, just have a clouded mind from all the drugs and drinks. And then the man wakes up utterly horrified and scampers out of our home muttering curses. Sometimes I feel bad for Cameron's strays.

But Cameron always bounces back. He always finds a way to bring home another man, straight or not.

Me on the other hand, I managed to become a stray. That night with Nikki, I was the stray. She brought me into a world I had no clue I was a part of. And she scared me shitless, just like Cameron does his men. I wonder if some of Cameron's strays are going through what I'm going through now. What if they miss him? What if there is one man who is sitting in a club like me, wondering where they're crazy one night stand is. What if?

The song changed and murder mitten by I see stars, blasted through the air. My ear drums rang from the strength of the loudness. I'm gonna have a headache and I'm not even drunk.

My dry mouth begged for a drink. I hoisted myself up, tired from sitting there all along. I squeezed through the crowd of people, my body rubbing and grazing against people's clammy skin. That's the one thing I hated about clubs. The sweaty people.

Making it through to the other side, I took a seat at the bar. My dress rode up and I squealed feeling the air. I immediately pulled it down, repositioning myself on the chair.

A laugh caught my attention and I looked up to see the bartender. I scowled at him.

"Don't give me that look, you know it was funny." he laughed, pouring himself a shot which I'm guessing he wasn't supposed to be doing.

"It wasn't." I said annoyed by his amusement.

"Fine. Whatever you say ma'am." he said with a smirk.

"Ma'am?" I questioned.

He leaned his elbows on the bar, giving me a lopsided grin.

"Your outfit" he pointed, "quite conservative for a place like this."

" I didn't plan on coming here, for your information....and give me a beer." I informed.

"Yes ma'am." he teased.

He turned around to get me my beer and I scowled at him. He whipped around as if sensing my gesture.

"Is that a scowl I see?" he asked placing my beer on the table.