*MATURE CONTENT AHEAD...WHO AM I KIDDING..IT'S ALWAYS BEEN LIKE THIS*
MINA'S POV
Up and down the cold, hard rod , she seductively stared into the greedy , lustful eyes of a sophisticated , young brunette man who was slowly drinking in her barely- clothed figure as well as a half filled glass of whiskey. Putting him into a deathly trance , turning and stripping to the beat she went, before lowering her body to be stunned by a strain in his tight jeans. Guess he can't work from home..but she can work for him.
Bill and Kamira can surely clean up..I mean, besides the fact that him and Kam can really mess up a hotel room and when I say mess up, I mean we would have to pay more workers just for their room. They are seated at their own secluded booth and let's just say, I don't know how her legs got up there. Waving to us, I analyze her outfit. Wow, okay. One bad move and her melons might fall out the basket. Bill catches me gawking and pulls the curtain shut.
Before I can witness any more , I'm pulled by Ethan into our own secluded booth where everyone is seated. Wow...how the fvck would I have thought we would be back here, enjoying the company with our friends.
Dim lights suffocated by the movement of cigarette smoke sets the mood of the club. Spacious..dark..hazy atmosphere closed in by exquisite manifest of designs. Directing my attention , I examine the golden pole in the middle of the booth as Ethan signals for me to go try. Grasping Lulu's hand, I take her with me. I can't be ratchet the whole night all by myself.
Standing in front of it, I take in the authentic artistry as I stroke my fingers gently up and down the patterns. I smile, as a brief memory comes to mind. Looking at Lulu, she does the same and looks at me with a sense of realization.
" Remember that dare that I never went through with ?", I ask, as a smirk creeps onto both of our faces.
"I remember it like it was just yesterday...", she replies.
LULU'S POV
14 February 2017
Lulu's sleepover"Truth or dare?", JJ asks.
"Dare"
..."I dare you to send Ivan a risqué picture of yourself with a saucy caption..and don't tell me you haven't done something like that..remember when you accidentally sent one to me?", she asks and I don't hesitate to search for one to avoid being questioned. Searching through my library, I find one that should have been deleted months ago , but anyway, here goes nothing...