Jasmine POV
First stop, Kitty Love. A strip club of horny and sweaty and disgusting women. I hate strip clubs but its my last night as a full Jackson. Might as well party and ball like one. And when we go out, we spend money. Like big bucks.
Zayne ordered five Martinis.
"Oh my god, are you Jasmine, Letty and Zayne Jackson?" Some dusty blonde asked me. Her extensions should've been down professionally. She had brown eyes and great teeth.
I nodded and smiled. Suddenly Dana and Pris told me they need to go. Dana, her grandmother is throwing up and Pris because her mom needs her to babysit. What the fuck? I kind of knew that they were gonna be lightweights.
I asked what the blonde name was.
"I'm Shannon. I'm twenty two and I just wanna party."
See I honestly didn't ask for all that but I invited her to hang with us. She agreed and all of us went around throwing bills at these strippers. They winked at Zayne, probably thinking if she's gay. She's bi. But she's wearing, army pants, Tims and a white sports bra. Her hair was in a high ponytail. That definitely gay status right there. We walked out the club with Shannon. She took hold of my hand and I let her hold it. Who knows. Tonight, she could be my bitch.
We went to Déle Maírbini. Some club on fifth. Wen we got in, we were recognized and sent to a V.I.P lounge. Shannon sat on me and I looked at Letty. She cheered and put a fifty dollar bill in both of our bra. Dumb bitch.
"You have really pretty lips." Shanon said.
Zayne brought over two huge bottles and we all took shots. Yes, I made out with Shannon, she's a great kisser. I was drunk, last night being free...let me make out with a blonde. And Letty cheered me on. So yeah, don't judge me.
Zayne brought a little something. I gasped and clapped. Zayne always knew how to party. After a few more shots, we started dancing and just having fun. Gah! I'm gonna miss this.
"So, where is the moon at?" Letty asked me.
"Cabo." I answered.
Shannon gasped. "My Sugar Daddy took me there once for my birthday. It is awesome."
"Sugar Daddy? People still have those?" Letty asked.
"Oh, of course. I wouldn't be the woman I am today without each of them. I had eighteen."
"Wow." Zayne passed me our friend.
Paul texted me.
P= kno what I want right now?
Me= what ?
P= me and you cuddled in bed watching damn Garfield . I don't wanna be here !
Me= strippers ?
P= yes . I got a lap dance .
Me= better scrub extra hard .
P= wish it was you instead .
Me= ninety day rule remember ? u made it , now we only have one more day . don't put your manhood somewhere you'll regret .
P= don't put your lips where you'll regret .
Me= good comeback . have fun .
P= you too . see ya .
My phone was snatched away by Letty .
"Really bitch? Its your bachelorette party. Why are you texting Paul. Bitch is delusional. Oh my, he got a lap dance?"
"What?" Zayne gasped.
"See, we said we weren't gonna have one of those nights but the boys are acting wild so bitches...let's go get us a lap dance from a man."
-I'm Like Hey, Wassup, Hello-
- I think there is a ghost in my home . shit has been creaking, doors squeaking . I'm terrified . I went to my MJ playlist to relax and the first song was Jealousy . like wtf Mike ! And I'm black , I don't investigate noises , I run . no offense . #iamnotaracist
- its 3:00 am and I need some life savers .
-ChunkyMonkey
