Holiday One-Shots

January 18th

MARTIN LUTHER KING ONE-SHOT:

Diamonds With A Dream

Fist fly into the southern air, pumping to the sound of music. Sweat trickles down every exposed part of the many bodies within the 'New Diamond' night club.

It's honestly a mystery how we got in here. My bougie bitch Avery somehow got us in without even having to flash her boobs at the bouncer.

This is the most elite club in the state so I wonder who's dick she has to be sucking to get us in. Especially on a holiday.

Avery dances through the crowd, her long brown to blonde ombré hair flowing behind her. I rush to keep up with her, but even in heels her determination is undeterred.

She is definitely the sexiest being I've ever seen. But, like her, I'm into the same sex. That didn't stop me from snatching her from the world and forcing her to be my best friend. Yet she still managed to become dominant in this relationship. She's giddy, over dramatic, and always excited. I love her.

" Jeremy, come on!" She calls, swinging around to face me before turning forward again.

"Damn you, girl." I mutter, causing her to snicker.

Avery makes it to the bar. When I finally push through the crowd I'm more confused than before. She is sitting on a bar stool next to one of the most well known people in the city. A biker chick by the name of Roselyn.

She either works here or owns the place. Nobody really knows. It's not until she places a kiss upon my best friend's lips that I realize how Avery got us in here. Gosh, she's a slut.

"Get my lady a margarita." Roselyn says, placing her hand on Avery's exposed leg, before looking back at me. "Make that two." She says smiling at me.

Roselyn moves away from the bar and over to me. The chain hanging from her pants rattles with each step. Her black pants and black shirt combo is bad ass. She has a rose with her name going across it like a banner designed on the front of her shirt. It is also on the back of her leather jacket and the backs of her gang. Except theirs have the name of their gang. 'Diamonds In The Dirt'.

Thinking about it, she most definitely plays a part in the ownership of this club.

Roselyn leads me to the back of the club where she opens a sliding door that you wouldn't know was there even at second glance.

The hidden room is like a vampire's man cave. The walls are a blood red and everything else is in red and black design. The main light source is candles, which is sexy it's own way.

As expected, roses decorate the room in vases and pedals. There are beds placed about the large room. I'm not sure if it's a failed attempt at creating a gay room or a hidden place for orgies. Either way, they succeeded in the mystery and wow factor.

"What is this?" I ask, gawking at the scenery. Half dressed women and men cater to the Elite's every need.

Avery jumps on me excitedly, wrapping her arms around my neck. She rests her head on my shoulder and smiles. "This is the home of thee Elite. Only the highest ranking diamonds are allowed in here."

Up until now I didn't know the "elite" was a thing. I know I called them Elite but that's only because that's exactly what they look like. And, besides the club and the biker gang, the only diamonds I knew was the one's Avery bedazzled her skirt with. Hmf, that's probably why she chose to wear the leather tonight. Sneaky, appropriate bitch.

"Then why are we here?" I turn my head to her.

A small smile plays on her face as she looks at me with amusement. I know my best friend, so I damn sure know she's in a fit of laughter on the inside.