Belladonna | 18 +

Ten | Bathrooms & velvet areas

"Fuck..." I ran my hand over my forehead as the realisation washed over me.

"Fuck indeed, you drank our alcohol Aberdeen." She said coldly.

She kept talking and I tried my hardest to focus on what she was saying but it's like I couldn't keep up with what her mouth was saying while my eyes scanned her outfit.

She was wearing a black leather skirt that hugged the curves at her hips perfectly with a scarlet red bodysuit that hugged her curves perfectly. It had a deep v-neck that was lower than expected. She had boots on that looked similar to mine except hers were heeled.

Her hair was tucked away neatly in a slick back low ponytail. Her makeup was done perfectly with her red lips standing out the most with her red nails adding to her authoritative figure.

I swallowed hard and bit my bottom lip as I took in her outfit letting my eyes wonder over her entirely, before I found myself staring at her chest.

I bit my bottom lip a little harder and completely forgot she was talking to me. She looked so good and I felt no shame in checking her out.

Suddenly her hand snuck underneath my chin forcing my eyes to look into hers. "My eyes are up here," she said sternly moving her face closer to mine. "Look at me when I'm talking." She added in a whisper so only  the two of us could hear.

"Did you hear a single thing I said?" She asked me.

I caught my breath and looked into her hazel eyes. "I didn't," I said confidently with the liquid courage coursing through me.

"Let's go," she took my hand in hers leading us to the bathrooms which suddenly hand a long line.

I didn't have time to process what was happening around me because it was happening so fast. But all I could focus on was how her cold slim hand fit so perfectly in mine, like a glove and it was meant to be there.

"Move," she said sternly to the poor girl at the front of the line.

"No, I was here first. There's a line," the girl retaliated.

"Move," she said again in a stern voice.

"There's—"

"Move, or I'll have you kicked out for underage drinking." She said and instantly the girl moved out of our way.

Was she really underage drinking? I mean I definitely was but I was way past the point of caring.

She tried the door but it was locked. So she knocked harshly before the door flew open with two scared people who were clearly still in the process of dressing. It was clear they were hooking up.

"If you're going to hookup with someone, have some fucking decency and book a hotel room." She said coldly before pulling me in the bathroom ahead of her.

The lights in here were bright and I didn't like it, I squinted a little while she ran her hands under cold water.

"It's so bright in here." I said to her.

"No shit, it's a bathroom." She said.

She placed her even colder hands on my neck making me jump slightly at the new cold feeling. "Hey!" I jumped but her hands held me firmly.

"Did you hear anything I said to you out there or were too busy looking at my tits?" She asked and I flushed red quickly.

"The music was too loud," I countered and looked away from her eyes.

"My eyes are here." She turned my head back to her forcing my eyes to meet hers. "You owe us $150 for the alcohol you took."

"Us?" I questioned and tilted my head.