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2 | FAKE ID.
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Looking at herself in the mirror, Isabella fixed and straightened out her outfit. She twirled around, looking at herself all around. She smiled and walked over to her dresser to grab her earrings. She walked back putting them in they're place one, by one. With one last look, she finally made her way to the main room of her apartment. There, Kara and Alexandra were sitting on the couch, waiting for Isabella to finish.
"Alright! You girls ready?" Isabella questioned.
"Yes! Let's go! Anna's gonna meet us there with the ID's at nine thirty." Kara told.
"Okay, come on. But, warning, I'm not driving. At all."
"I figured you wouldn't want to," Alexandra told. "So I'll be the sober one tonight."
"Are you sure? We could always get a taxi or something." Isabella offered.
"It's okay. I don't feel like drinking anyways. Now come on! We'll be late!" Alexandra said.
Together the three of them walked out of Isabella's apartment building, and into Alexandra's car. They drove for ten minutes before arriving to packed club. They had to park about a block away, causing them to take a short walk. Once arriving, they stood outside, waiting for their other friend.
The music playing in the club could be heard from outside, and the windows gave away the flashing lights. A security guard stood at the door, and a long line of people were waiting. A few minutes passed before Anna has arrived. In her hand she held fake ID's for each one of them.
"Oh my god these look so real!" Kara said.
"I know! Told you my guy does an amazing job." Anna told.
"Are you girls ready?" Isabella asked.
"Definitely."
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She didn't exactly remember how she got here, but Isabella was pushed against a wall. Some guy was kissing her with everything he had. The events that led to this scenario was a blur. The last thing she remembered was talking with this guy in the club, and after a few drinks she was in his hotel room. But she loved every part of it. She loved the thrill that ran through her. The way he was making her feel. He didn't seem to dislike it either.
He took her off the wall, slowly pushing her towards the bed, their lips never leaving each other's. When the bed hit the back of her knees, the kiss broke as she fell back. He took off the leather jacket he was wearing and threw it to the ground. He then grabbed his shirt from the back, and pulled it over his head, revealing his toned body.
He hovered back over her, reconnecting their lips. She ran her hand over his chest, reaching for his belt buckle. He stopped her by pining her hands above her head. He kissed down her neck before coming back up.
"You're pretty eager." He teased.
"Well what can I say?" she panted. "I haven't done this in a long time."
