Confessions of a Material Gurl・❥・

☆ THIRTEEN ☆

Saturday night・❥・
11:59 pm

"Okay bitch! I'm feelin' this dress." Kenzie says to Blanche as she climbs into the back of Talia's matte red Range Rover. Blanche was wearing a dark lime green, backless, silk dress with her hair pressed and curled to perfection. Tonight, Blanche couldn't help but put a little extra effort in her look. In the back of her mind she knew it was because there was a chance, she'd run into Grey and she wanted his jaw to drop next time her saw her. Talia informed her that she told Brick where they were going tonight and that he planned on pulling up. But Blanche had kept reminding herself that she was trying to place some space between them. So when and if she saw him tonight, she had to try to remain unbothered.
"Thanks girl." Blanche replies with a cheerful smile.
"My bitch is out to turn heads tonight!" Talia exclaims.
"Here. Take this picture for me." Blanche says, handing Kenzie her phone. Kenzie snaps a couple of pick, before handing it back to her. Blanche scrolls through them, finding the her favorite one before uploading and posting it to her Instagram.

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"Girl Indie is definitely gonna be upset when he see's you." Leena comments. Blanche rolls her eyes, waving her off.
"Like I could care." The last thing on her mind was any type of feelings Indie had towards her. Honestly tonight all Blanche wanted to do was have some drinks, smoke a few blunts and enjoy her night. Tonight, Press was having his 32nd birthday party at Ace of Diamonds in West Hollywood. The only reason Blanche tagged along to go was because Leena had been dating Press for the past month. So of course, she had to go to support her girl. It was the least Blanche could do, since she was always forcing Leena to be apart of her schemes. Plus, Blanche had her own personal relationship with Press and she wasn't going to let Indie stop her from enjoying her friend's birthday.
"Right. I don't get why your always bringing him up." Talia says, getting annoyed.
"Whatever, Talia. I'm just tryna make sure ain't no drama." Leena replies, blowing her off.
"Chill you two." Blanche tells them, butting in as Kenzie laughs. She knew the only reason Talia and Leena put up with each other was because of her. Blanche loved both of them, but sometimes she got tired of both of them fighting over her.
      About fifteen minutes later they finally arrive at A.O.D. Talia's bodyguards stand at the entrance, waiting on their arrival as Talia pulls over to valet. She hands the keys to one of her bodyguards as they climb out of the vehicle and make they're way inside the club. The sounds of Rich Flex by Drake and 21 greet them as they enter the club. Leena spots Press in his section, rapping and dancing along to the song like he wrote it. "Up there." She tells them as they head towards the section.
          Bottles, bitches, and money were everywhere. The floor was covered in bills as strippers danced in the center of the section. Press was standing on the couch, throwing money while Indie recorded him before posting to his Instagram story. Blanche silently prayed Indie would be on his best behavior tonight. She wasn't in the mood to deal with his erratic ass behavior.
         Press, noticing Leena and her crew enter the section comes over to greet them. "What's up Le?" Press says, pulling her into a tight hug.
"Hi baby." Leena smiles widely, hugging him back before placing a passionate kiss on his lips. Leena saw the thirsty bitches flocking around Press and she had to make it known that he was off limits. Press was like a breath of fresh air for Leena. Typically she was used to dealing with toxic ass men that didn't know how to treat her, but so far, everything she'd experienced with Press was the complete opposite of that.
"What's up, y'all?" Press says to Talia and Kenzie before greeting Blanche, "My niggga B." He announces loudly, giving her a quick hug.
"Happy Birthday Press!" She exclaims, hugging him back.
"I'm surprised you even showed up for ya boy." Press tells her.
"Of course! You know we boys." Blanche light heartedly replies. Their relationship had always been strictly platonic. If anything, they viewed each as nothing more but siblings. From day one, they just naturally clicked.
"What y'all drinking on tonight?" Press questions, signaling to the wide arrangement of alcohol sitting on the tables.
"Casamigos, of course." Talia answers, pointing to the bottle.
"Fasho, I got y'all." Press says, opening up the bottle and pouring several shots. They take the shots, following them with a slice of lime.
"Let's do another." Blanche suggest, picking up the bottle and pouring another round. They quickly toss the shots back.
          Instantly feeling the effects of the liquor in her system, Blanche begins dancing along to the music and her girls join in. Press sparks his blunt, taking a long toke before passing it to Leena, starting the rotation. The DJ starts playing Back that azz up by Juvenile, hyping Blanche up even more as the beat begins to build as she starts twerking and Talia cheers her on. Blanche and Talia dance through the next couple of songs before stopping to taking a breather. Kenzie passes her a blunt as she takes a long drag, following with another one before passing it back. Feeling a pair of arms wrap around her, Blanche turns around seeing Indie as a frown appears on her face.
"You can't speak?" Indie asked.
"If I wanted to, I would have." She rudely states, pulling away.
"I told you about that mouth and why you out here dressed like a hoe?" She rolls her eyes in response, staring at him blankly.
"You don't control what I do, Indie."
"Why you always actin' like that, B? Huh? I thought you loved a nigga." Blanche sighs, exhaustingly. She could smell the liquor on his breath and by how low his eye were, Blanche could tell he was faded.
"Sometimes love isn't enough." She honestly said. At the end of the day, Blanche had to do what was best for her and being with Indie was not that. Plus he was a reminder of a painful moment in her life, she wasn't looking to relive.
"Can't nobody love you like I do, B." Indie bitterly replied.
"Whatever you say, Indie." Blanche says walking away quickly before he could protest. He was going to go after her, before Press interjected calling him over. Blanche takes another shot, before making herself a drink. Feeling all the affects of the alcohol in her system. Cross faded, horny and unfortunately missing the hell out of Grey. Instantly summoning him up Kenzie says,"Oooh bitch, there goes Grey.", pointing to him walking up the stairs with Brick as their posse followed along entering the section across from them. Immediately, strippers started flocking to their section, smelling the money on them.
       Blanche was immediately swooned by him. He looked fine ass hell in a sage green Supreme x Burberry hoodie, baggy black True religion cargo pants and a pair limited edition Nike Dunks SB. Four thick gold chains adorned his neck as long with a pair of 5ct gold diamonds earrings and a Patek Phillipe watch adorned his wrist.
"Yo Talia!" Brick calls over to her, beckoning for her to come to him.
"Come with me." Talia says pulling her and Kenzie along. Talia greets Brick with a kiss as he wraps his arm around her neck. "What's up y'all?" He says to Blanche and Kenzie before turning to the waiter and ordering bottles for the section.
Grey sat a couple feet away as their eyes meet. For a moment, they just stare at each other before he causally nods what's up. Blanche politely waves back. She honestly didn't know how much longer she would be able to put up her act. The alcohol in her system was intensifying everything and it had been days since she had any dick. She was horny as fuck and only one nigga could satisfy her craving.
       The waiter comes back with the bottles and Brick pours some shots. At this point, Blanche had lost count of the number of shots she had taken but welcomed more alcohol. She was on a mission to get fucked up tonight, one way or another. Tossing back the shot, as the DJ begins to play Shake that Monkey by Too $hort featuring Lil Jon and the Eastside Boyz Blanche, Talia and Kenzie start to hype each other up, rapping along to the lyrics.
"Bounce that ass till ya cant no mo'.
Make ya ass touch the flo'
Like ya legs are broke
Take that big ol' booty girl and scrub the ground."
In her own world, Blanche dips it low, shaking her ass to the beat like a professional dancer. She whines her hips making her ass pop moving rhythmically. Grey had stare at her, appreciating how her dressed hugged her body like a glove, and watching her ass bounce to the song. He loved watching her hips move perfectly to the beat. Feeling his eyes on her, Blanche goes harder putting on a show for him. She saunters over to him, standing directly in front of him before putting her back to him. Slightly bending over, Blanche throws her ass in a circle, staring back at him seductively. Grey sips on his drink, enjoying the show Blanche was putting on for him. Sliding down into his lap, Blanche, effortlessly grinds her hips.
"Look at you, ma." He huskily said, caressing the spine down her back, before gripping her hips throwing her hormones further into overdrive.
She continues working her hips, like a snake charmer feeling Grey's dick harden underneath her as Blanche lets out a slight moan.
"Now put yo ass on his dick. Let him know you da baddest lil bitch." Too $hort loudly raps and Blanche turns to face Grey, singing along. "Put ya hand on ya clit. Ask him do he like that shit." She seductively purs, placing his hand on her clit. Grey licks his lips, before massaging his goatee with his free hand, seeing the lust written all over her face.
"You miss me?" Grey questions, slightly tugging on her hair.
"Mhmmm." She tipsily replies, shifting sideways in his lap before wrapping her arm around his neck.
"We both miss you."
"Is that right?" He questions, sliding his hand around her back and slipping his hand in the side of her dress, gripping the bare skin of her hip feeling that she had no underwear on.
"Yes Grey." She lustfully utters, letting her fingers play in his beard.
"How much ma?"
"I could show you better than I can tell you." Blanche suggestively whispers in his ear before kissing him on neck, feeling his steel erection pressed against her clit.
Across the room, Indie angrily watched on. He didn't know who the nigga was but he planned finding out.
"Leena, who's that nigga Blanche over there with?" He questions, pointing to where in Grey's lap on the other side of the club. Leena follows his hand, spotting Blanche hugged with Grey.
"One of Talia's niggas friends."
"She fuckin' him?"
"Yeah." Leena tells him. She didn't see any point in lying, it was very obvious from how intimate they were hugged up, that they were fucking. Indie nods his head in response, as his mind starts scheming.
An hour later, Blanche was faded as hell and wanted to feel Grey's dick inside of her in the worst way. The foreplay they'd built up all night was driving her wild and she was unable to withstand the anticipation any longer. Grey, on the other hand, was just getting started. He hadn't forgot about her lil act she put on earlier that day and planned toying with her a bit before dicking her down until she begged for him to stop.
"You comin' home with me?" Grey asked, massaging her ass cheeks gently. Blanche wraps her arms around his neck, pressing their bodies together.
"Yes." She breathlessly replies, rubbing his beard.
"C'mon." He commands, leading her out the section and out the club.