Chelsey
Tonight Michael and I were gonna go to the club to celebrate my getting into university. Me looking old for my age made it very easy to get into clubs, because I was rarely asked for identification and if I was Michael had gotten me a fake ID so I wouldn't have to worry.
I did the necessities , like taking a shower and brushing my teeth.
We went shopping earlier today and I picked out a sexy knee length dress which showed off a bit of cleavage but not much. Plus strap on heels that weren't that high, but they were high enough.
I flat ironed my naturally curly hair and added my necessary hair products that'll keep the curl from coming back for a few hours. God knows I love my natural hair , but sometimes I wished my mother had straightened it when I was younger.
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Micheal picked me up at around 9 and we headed to this new club downtown called Delicious Desires. It was both a strip club and nightclub.
We stepped out of the car and walked to the front of the line. A few persons started to mumble , but didn't dare to say anything directly to us, because they all knew that Michael was crazy. Scrap that he was past crazy.
We got to the front of the line and the bouncer ; who was fine as fuck but gay let us in. Well that is not before whispering something in Michaels ear making him giggle like a school girl.
As I stepped in the club , men were flocking me left and right begging to either buy me drink or for my number. I declined each one because I did not want nor need any man. Especially one that spends his time at the club. I made my way to the bar and ordered two shots of vodka.
"Girl its packed in here" Michael shouted over the music. I rocked in my seat as both me and Michaels favorite song came on.
This may be wrong
I wonder where I'm turning you on
Even though I'm not trying
Nigga you know I'm lying
Cause I got these heels on
This dress on
You can take them off
I got up from my seat and started dancing. I've always been a good dancer when I was smaller , plus I took up pole dancing with Michael this year. Twerking to Lil Wayne's verse I felt someone start grinding on me. I turned around to cuss whoever it was ass out. I'm the type that likes to dance by herself. I've always told myself that only hoes go to the club to dance on niggas.
"Look , I- Damn" I caught myself as I looked at the most beautiful man I've ever seen in my life. I unknowingly bit my lips.
"Like something you see ma?" He licked his full lips , which if I may add I wouldn't mind kissing all day long. Lord why is this man so fine?
"Maybe I do. Maybe I don't" I smirked and looked him dead it the eyes.
"Can I buy you a drink beautiful?"
I nodded my head and he motioned me to the bar. We both took a seat and he order me a martini and whiskey for himself.
"So ma I didn't catch your name"
he took a sip of the whiskey and licked his lips. Lord those lips.
"That's cause I didn't tell you my name."
I could tell he was a bit surprised by my answer , but quickly caught himself and chuckled as if he was amused.
"Well just so you know , I'm Donte."
He put his hand out for me to shake.
"I'm Chelsey. Thanks for buying me a drink , I think I'll be going now though."
I looked down at my phone re-reading the code red message I got from Michael. Code red meant he was about to kill a bitch and I needed to get outside before he killed her for real and I had to bail him out of jail. Again.
"Your leaving? I thought, you know maybe we could have a little fun tonight ma."
I looked at this guy like he had two heads. He only bought me a drink because he wanted to have sex with me.
"You only wanted to get in my underwear? My god , you niggas are so funny. Look you piece of shit , I'm not one of these hoes who you can just buy a drink and think you can get in her underwear. You made a big mistake if you thought that."
I got up and threw the drink at him and a $50 bill.
"That'll cover the drink and your dry cleaning. Have a good night."
I walked away as fast as my heels could carry me.
"Ughh , I hate men"
Was Chelsey right for what she did?
Who was the mystery guy?
Who's the bitch Michael's gonna cut?
Excuse my mistakes
