Clubbing

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Well it's been, 5 days since Rhea and from my therapist she has been popping in. Twice a day actually, I'm so proud and I love it. So no, I'm not mad that she hasn't seen me for this long.

Plus tonight I have club with Sam, Mia and Mandy. Just gay people today, without their partners or ex's.

Given that I do not drink or smoke, I'm the security guard of the day.

It's been a while since my thighs have been out to play

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It's been a while since my thighs have been out to play. They have been locked up for quite a while. Plus the weather agrees with me so why not?

After making sure I look and smell good. I packed up my usual purse, with a gun, lip gloss, cash, card and car keys.

Finally turning on my newly installed alarm, after Rhea's Valentines scare. I locked it up and hopped in to my car, straight to the club. Getting there I find the girls and guy already waiting for me.

Sam apparently knows the owner so we get in nicely. The club always smelling like a weed house with alcohol and uncontrollable sex.

I'm trying so hard not to be disgusted mainly because in two days I'll be opening a similar place. Difference being, it's already made for sex. We have a weed vault, so yeah.

I get some redbull to give me will power and strength to deal with drunk people. Plus getting ready for anything that might happen.

It's really funny how clubs also sell non alcoholic beverages, isn't supposed to be where people get washed out drunk and shit?

We found a spot in the VIP area, and I should say. It's not over the top or low but it's perfect.

"Wooo! Let's get wasted!!" Sam yells over the music as a tray of twelve shots reaches them. They acted like kids seeing you eat, grabbing hands all over. Shot after shot, till they finished them and had the nerve to get margaritas. Oh God.

"Are you sure you won't die?" I asked clearly concerned because who wouldn't be?

"Nope" Mia said smiling, obviously enjoying the whole thing. Seeing that they were getting drunk they pulled themselves including me to the dance floor. My sober self couldn't bring myself to dance so I sat on the bar watching them closely. I mean closely.

"Hey gorgeous would you like me to by you drink?" A familiar voice spoke next to me and checking it out it was Rhea in a damn suite.

"Oh no I don't drink alcohol sorry" obviously this is a play out type shit. My stomach filled with butterflies at the sight of this sexy walking sex trap.

"Hey bartender, can I get strawberry Spritzers for the lady and whiskey on the rocks for me?" I always forgot that the famous drink she always gets me actually exists.

"I see you're going against what I said?"

"You said you don't drink alcohol, I didn't get you alcohol. I'm Rhea by the way, you are?" Oh I like this.

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