Chapter 1-Males
Hello my wonderful readers. I know I was supposed to post this up three days ago but things came up. As you all know, this is my third story and it is going to be similar to my first. Please give this story a chance. I promise you wont regret it. If you like this story don't forget to comment, and vote. It would mean the world to me.
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Today was one of those days where I couldn't say no to a club. Clubs are always number one on my list, but today we are talking about a male strip club. I couldn't say no when my friends invited me. But asking my dad was going to be a problem. So, as usual, I'm sneaking out. Bothering myself, too, as my dad would always give me a big no-no, especially if I told him I wasn't coming back until tomorrow morning. Dad has never let me go out. Which I don't understand, considering I'm 20 years old. I have the right to do so. I am of legal age. But you know what? I'm not even going to waste my time arguing about it. Either way, it's not easy sneaking out of this house. It shouldn't even be called a house; it's a castle that is big enough to get lost. Hah, I know this house well enough to get lost.
I decided to wear something usual; nothing fancy, considering that no one goes to a club looking like a super model. I walked to the mirror, holding my shoes in my right hand. I took one last look to see if I looked good. And of course, I most definitely did; I looked better than good, smoking hot to be exact. I walked to my bed, checking if everything was in place. I was meeting my friends a block away from my house exactly at 10. I slowly tippy towed to the door as slowly as I could, trying to not take forever. When I finally opened the door, I peeked my head out, checking if anyone was outside in the hall way. I'm sure by now all the maids are sleeping. I carried my hand purse very tight in my hand to keep it from falling.
My dad was probably in his room, reading a book or something like that, so I had to be very careful once passing his room. I tippy towed down the hall way very slowly. When I stopped in front of my dad's room, I took a small breath while looking around before continuing. After 15 minutes of tippy towing I got to the stairs, and placed my hand on the edge, stopping on the edge. It seemed like it was 100 stairs when in reality it was 50. My heart heart was starting to pund harder in my chest. This is taking forver! It was already 9:45 GOD!...
FINALLY! Getting to the door was a living hell. It was an every weekend routine, but this time it took forever. When I got out, I took a last look inside before closing the door to place my shoes. When I was far enough from my house, I started jogging down the street. I crossed to the other block, looking around making sure no cars where coming. I opened my purse, grabbing my phone to check the time. It was 10 on the dot. When I heard a car coming from a small distance, I ignored it and continued walking. Where are they? I asked myself.
"Get in," a very familiar voice spoke from the white car. I smiled then walked inside the camero. "It was a living hell!" I say buckling myself up while laughing. "Girls!" I say looking back at Debbie and Gaby.
"You look lovely." Abbie said smiling at me. So sweet of Abbie. These three Gaby, Debbie, and Nicole are my dearest friends. Even though we have our moments where we argue, we still can't get over the fact that we are bestfriends. Nicole is always the crazy one asking us to go to clubs and stuff. But today she hit the break. I mean a strip club? Sounds awesome!
"Let's go clubbing!" Nicole said, bursting out the music in her radio.
We pretty much parked as far as we could from the club. We didn't want anyone looking at us while we walked out, so we parked it in a dark street. The girls and I walked in our little group just like we did when we were in highschool. I really miss highschool; there was always drama. Debbie changed after her senior year. She was always the intimate shy girl who never confessed her love. Gabby was super skinny, which was annoying because she ate a lot and never got fat! She is super pretty. Nicole is not shy; she's rude and a total party animal. It's always her idea to bring us to parties. We're all the same age, but I guess something will never change. Like me! I have always been the same sneaking out.
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