𝚮𝐢𝐬 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐫 | 18+

36 || STRIP POLE

𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕪 & 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕒𝕗𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕪 – 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕖𝕖𝕜𝕟𝕕
CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX | STRIP POLE
𓆩❤︎𓆪𓆩❤︎𓆪𓆩❤︎𓆪

Sophia had never been out. She hadn't been at a club, never drank before Storm introduced her to alcohol and she'd never been to a sex party either. Had she not felt so safe with Storm, she would've, perhaps, minded it.

"Keep it fucking down and turn up the fucking volume."

Why did that make her smile as much as she did?

Storm grunted, turning his full attention back to Sophia. "Okay so this," he held up the shot glass, "is scotch."

"I didn't know this was part of the business you were talking about."

Storm shrugged. He wasn't all business, no fun. Besides, he wanted to make her time at the club memorable.

"How much did you order?"

Too much. He knew she was probably gonna try to kill him later. "Liquors first and then the girly drinks."

Sophia giggled. "Just because they're colourful doesn't make them girly. Maybe you'll like them too."

Storm frowned. They were too sugary. And he hated sugar. "White or dark rum first?"

Her eyes found his dark ones. "Dark."

Storm raised the shot glass to her lips and she swallowed with a furrow between her eyebrows. "It's okay."

Not her thing then.

"Is this the white one?"

Storm nodded and watched her sip on that shot. And then another sip. And then a third. "That's enough."

"It doesn't taste like much."

Not that one either then.

Storm picked up the cognac he'd chosen specifically for her. "This is cognac. I chose a sweet one for you."

"I do like sweets," she remarked, letting him bring the shot glass to her lips for her to try. This time her eyes gleamed. "It's sweet."

Bingo.

Sophia took the shot from his hand and finished it. "That's lethal."

Storm chuckled, pulling her closer by her thighs, absentmindedly drawing patterns on her skin. "I almost don't want to let you try the gin now."

She whined. "Let me."

Giving into her, he picked up the gin, having expected her to frown like she did. "I told you so."

"It's too sour."

He liked gin. It could be refreshing when mixed. Alas, he preferred vodka. "A sambuca shot before the last one?"

"And then it's the cocktails?" Sophia grinned.

"If you're a good girl."

She was always a good girl.

Storm brought the sambuca shot to her lips and watched in surprise when she blinked a few times before smiling. "I like that. More than the tequila and vodka shots we've tried."

Storm glared. "You're Russian, Sophia."

She rolled her eyes. "I have to like vodka," she finished for him. "I got it."

"Don't embarrass me."

He was being so dramatic. "So the last one now?"

Sighing, Storm brought the last shot to her lips. "Amaretto."