Im eyeing the guy whose wearing a Black Chrome Hearts Portable Ultra-Thin Windbreaker Jacket, Saint Laurent slim fit trouser and Christian Louboutin shoes. He is in his club throne flirting openly with his 16th slut for the week.
Club Throne? Well, I decide to name it like that since he always sit on that specific chair in Club Lothario acting all high and mighty like a perverted king.
And yeah, Ive been following him around for a week and guess what? This man needs to go down. And he definitely is. I cant wait to see him on his knees begging for me to stay. Or see him crying and dying of pain he felt because he fell for me. That would be awesome!
Oh, okay. I think Im exaggerating.
But hey, Bad girls can dream. And thats a dream I can achieve.
As soon as I realized that I already flooded my mind with thoughts of victory, I glanced back at the guy. I scoffed. And not even surprised to see what he's up to. He already did it this week with the 15 other girls -- innocent, good, bad, whore, slut and any kinds of girls. Name it, he has it. He is hungrily kissing or more like eating her with his hand on her thighs caressing it up and down and the other, I dont wanna mention. I know youre curious but I suggest you to just make a guess.
I smirked and drank the last shot of my sujo and carefully made my way to his place. Guys on the dance floor stopped to look at me while the girls glared at me. But Im too busy to appreciate or to care about them since my eyes never left one guy. The guy who is too busy to look or even notice me. Tch. But wait up, Ill make him drool over me.
I sat next to where theyre making miracles and ordered a drink. I suddenly felt like vomiting now that I could clearly see and tell that his hand is busier.
I scoffed.
Jerk.
I should really finish my mission now or else he'll disappear and fled to his lair with 16th. A building tent in his pants is clearly noticeable and I admit the guy is a biggie. The woman, on the other hand, is shamelessly moaning and gasping and is clearly enjoying the pleasure he is giving. Aww. Too bad I have to cut it off since Im on a mission. (evil smile)
I stood up and pretended to accidentally hit the whore's butt. This way theyll stop with the miracles and busy hands. And you know what will happen next.
"You bitch! Didnt you see my beauty here?"
The whore is about to slap me when I stopped her hand in mid-air. I only looked at her and tried hard not to look at his direction. But I could tell that I got his attention now. He's mesmerized at me.
Go on. Savor my beauty. Ill deal with you later.
"Im sorry, bitch. I didnt see any beauty here aside from mine."
"You whore!"
She forcefully tried to continue her slap. But im strong. Im petite and fragile-looking, but Im strong. She could have broken bones later if she's my target. But she's not. My target are boys. Especially cassanovas, theyre my favorites. And my work is to protect girls. Not giving them fractures because they get into my way.
I chuckled then smiled sweetly. "Stop calling yourself."
The guy laughed which made the whore so fucking pissed off.
"You better apologize now, b*tch. Before I lose my self-control."
"Oh, trust me. You dont want me to lose it either."
Or else a dead woman will be found in Club Lothario.
"A-po-lo-gize now." she said, emphasizing every syllable.
