"I'll need to see some ID please." The buff bouncer demanded from Celeste, who fumbled around in her clutch before presenting the plastic card. Of course it was fake, as if Seph and Celeste had real ID's when they were only seventeen. Seph stood behind the bouncer, who had already let her in, as she flashed a smile and wink at her blonde friend who was soon let past the nightclub doors also. Seph just pretended to drop her bag when she reached the bouncer first, quickly flashing her pushed up tits before offering him an apologetic smile. He nearly drooled at the sight of her as he let her in past him, no questions asked. Unfortunately, Celeste was more covered up tonight than usual on the chest area, so she couldn't use the same trick also.
"Ugh he was so gross, did you see the way he was staring at you?" Celeste wrinkled her nose up at the thought. "It was worth it though. I'll definitely be getting free drinks tonight." Seph stated confidently before flicking her loosely curled locks over her glitter dusted shoulder.
"You get free drinks every time you go out, Seph. You're so lucky, you don't even need to show skin to get paid attention." Celeste sighed, wishing to herself she had the same problem.
"Quit feeling sorry for yourself, Celeste. You know you're gorgeous, that bouncer was just a gross old man." Celeste then nodded before painting her million dollar smile back on her face as she linked arms with Seph, who was taking large strides towards the bar, that was lit with neon lights, reeking with the smell of vodka and tequila.
"Are you ready to get shitfaced?" Seph questioned her with a daring smile that was etched onto her plump pout, Celeste's head bobbing in agreement. "Of course, when am I ever not ready?"
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Seph let out a sigh of boredom as she sat perched on the red velvet couch, the sound of a stranger yapping in her ear which she tried to block out for the past fifteen minutes as Celeste got her freak on with some guy that had jet black, tousled curls and a serious set of abs that were visible through his t-shirt.
His friend, however, was also very good looking with gorgeous brown eyes and thick eyebrows - that was until he opened his mouth.
As Seph tried to drown out the sound of his chatter, she twirled her straw around in her half empty glass, focusing only on the sound of the ice cubes clinking off the glass. Downing the rest of her vodka, she offered the stranger beside her a sweet smile before excusing herself.
She stalked off, not really sure of where she was headed. Anywhere but here, Seph thought to herself, making her way out to the smoking area to get some fresh air.
The sound of people laughing and talking soon surrounded her. Fishing a box of Marlboro Gold out of her clutch, she balanced a cigarette in between her Cupid's bow shaped lips, raising a lighter to her mouth. Seph sucked on the cigarette, inhaling the smoke that seemed to relax her instantly, like a drug. Seph was just a social smoker, she only ever had cigarettes on her when she was out partying. Other than that, it didn't interest her.
Blowing out a cloud of smoke, she felt a presence approach her. Taking the cigarette in between her index and middle finger, she soon caught the eye of a hauntingly tall and dark man. He looked dangerous, a handsome stranger that would wander the streets late at night. The kind of stranger you wouldn't approach alone.
Seph raised a perfectly shaped eyebrow questioningly before bringing the cigarette to her lips once again. "You look quite lonely over here on your own." The stranger stated before gently sliding the cigarette from between her fingers and taking a long drag, returning it back to her. Seph watched him with curiosity as he looked her up and down slowly.
"Care to join me then?" Seph narrowed her eyes with a burning desire to know what he's thinking. Most guys throw themselves at her, leaving little or no mystery for Seph to ponder about.
"I would." He lit his own cigarette as they stood together. There were people neighbouring the small space outside, the loud music from inside causing the wooden floor to vibrate, but yet it was so silent between Seph and the mysterious man that dared to smoke from the same cigarette as her.
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Vivacious Vixen (18+)
RomancePersephone Blythe. Every man's wildest dream and every woman's deepest fear. She was a seventeen year old scream queen, raised in champagne lavished limousines all her life, and receiving anything and everything handed to her on a silver platter. ...