𝐒𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐒 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄? 𝔄𝔲𝔰𝔱𝔦𝔫 𝔅𝔲𝔱𝔩𝔢𝔯

꧁𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍꧂

*Time skip to clubbing!*

Cora decided on a local club, so we wouldn't have to drive all that far. "It's called, Dance And Drink." She states. "It's a full-on club okay? You're like an old man when it comes to these things." She says, rolling her eyes. "What!? I am not!" I argue. "yes you are! You're so stiff at these things it's like you're frozen!" She snaps back. "I'll prove it to you. That I'm not an old man." I scoff. She nods. "Fine." I think two competitive people being best friends is not the best mix. Mainly because we always find something to fight about, and won't stop until someone is proven wrong. which never happens. We're still fighting about something brought up two months ago. The entire fight is about what the best custard flavor is. funny thing is, the both of us don't even eat custard all that much.

As Cora pulls into the parking lot, I swear I can hear the music so clearly out in the car. The car doors are closed, and so are the club's doors, but I can still hear word for word what this song is saying. I suck in a large breath, bracing myself for the night that's about to come. I stand up and reluctantly push the car door open. The door halts to a stop. I step foot into the outside world. The fresh air fills my nose, and it feels good. I take in all the fresh air I can because I know the rest of the night I'm going to smell hot and heavy bodies all clustered around me. We approach the door and the bouncer asks us for our id. "Man, you don't look 27. You don't even look a day over 20." He says to Cora. I smile sarcastically. "Can I go in?" I ask. he nods at me, a frown ripping through his smile, then turns his head back to Cora. So I'm alone the rest of the night. wonderful. I shove my way to the bar. "Shot of vodka please," I tell the bartender. She smiles sweetly at me and turns around to grab the shot glass. I look around to look for some eye candy. My eyes skim around the bar and they meet the eyes of a stripper. She was beautiful. I slowly trail my eyes across her body, letting myself take in all of her. I see her step down from her stage. She inches toward me. I'm speechless. She sits down on the bar stool next to me. "Like what you see?" She asks. I smile lustfully. "I love what I see," I respond to her question. "Great. I've been practicing for a time like this. mostly men come to the bar. just to jack off in the bathroom and leave. but I love when women stop by to take a look. As a bisexual, it's my favorite thing." The mystery girl says, a smirk growing on her face. "Moscow mule please." She tells the bartender, who's just now placing down my shot. "What's wrong?" She asks. A look of confusion strikes my face. "You're tense. this is a club. the last place you need to be tense at." She explains. I laugh slightly and answer "Something on my mind." "Who?" She asks, A look of interest peaks her face. "Can I know your name before I absolutely spill my guts out to you," I say. She smiles. "Des." She answers. I smile. "I'm Stella," I say.

After ranting to her about Austin, and gaining some information on her, I felt myself becoming slightly drunk. I'm in consciousness, but starting to lose it. Tipsy. I smile when I hear I wanna be yours by arctic monkeys playing. I grab Des's hands and pull her to stand up. "Secrets I have held in my heart!" I scream over all the voices so she can hear me. "Are harder to hide than I thought!" I scream out, starting to sway. I look into Des's eyes. She's standing inches away from me. She points me up to the stage where she danced before. "Go! Dance!" She urges. I smile and run up to the stage. I grab the pole that's in front of me and start swaying my body on it. my movements were graceful, but at the same time rough. I see a few people turn to look at me, awe stretching their faces. Few women and men stare.

I wanna be your vacuum cleaner

I grind my hips from side to side.

Breathing in your dust

3rd person
Her dance made heads turn toward her. While Cora was losing her bet, Stella was having the best night she had had since Austin came over. Austin. She slowed her movements at the thought of him. She was seeing him tomorrow. and most likely staying the night. This was all she wanted and more. she quickened her pace when she saw Des lift her eyebrows in pure shock. form a tense, anxious girl, to a calm, lust-filled woman. she slowly started to take off the thin coat she was wearing, revealing a corset top. It pinched her boobs perfectly, making them appear perkier. People's eyes from all across the room were staring at her now. At her movements. and when the song ended and she got off stage, she felt like everyone there had just had an eye orgasm. She was confident of it. A few guys walked up to her, asking for Stella's number, but she politely declined. Outside of a club, she was shy. Stella was sure they did not want to hang out with someone like that. or, to put it blankly, fuck. "You did amazing!" Des praised her. "I had no idea I could even do that," Stella replied to Des's sweet comment. "Could I get your number?" Des asks. Stella lets out a slight laugh and nods. She grabs Des's phone and softly types her number into it. oddly enough, the night was going swell. Stella met someone she was sure to become close with over time, and was not complaining. She needs company when Cora leaves, and she had just found it. She had already thought highly of Des and was ready for her to meet the expectation.
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A/n
Was not expecting for this to be out tonight, so I'm spoiling you mamas. I'll post this weekend since it's a holiday. Love ya mamas, xoxo Robyn.