"Chill, babe. Trust the Zaynasaurus, this chick is mad hot. If I wasn't the most awesome lesbro I'd totally have sawed through her like a sex shark. But because I'm the best friend ever, I hooked you guys up for a date." Zayn said, full of self gratifying pride. He'd never had a problem with the ladies, but when he found out this Dinah chick was a total dyke, he knew exactly what to do. Apparently, Camila wasn't amused by his efforts to bring down her ability to get chicks lining up for her.
She scoffed indignantly. "As if I couldn't get an easy lay around this shit-hole anyway. I'm a fucking stud. All the ladies want on this dick." She spat, rather crudely. Zayn wasn't fazed, in fact, this was just how they talked. Coconut Grove wasn't known for its well cultured citizens. Rebellious teens swamped the streets, as did groups of wannabe thugs. It was pretty much the dirty asshole of society, but it was home.
"Alright, Hoebello, keep it in your pants. If you can, even I felt a semi just looking at her. Fuck, if you don't get up on that I'm totally gonna take that shit for myself. So be thankful." He noted, half serious, half joking. Their dynamic was basically filled with witty, vulgar banter. It was mostly playful, they really were good friends. They'd known each other forever, and were fiercely protective of each other.
Camila rolled her eyes, as if she couldn't get this girl in her pants by the end of the date. Because Camila Cabello didn't do love. The closest she ever got to affection was ramming her cock inside random girls and spilling her load inside them. She didn't give a fuck about anyone or anything, and she liked it that way, no worries and no responsibility.
"Well if I'm gonna fuck this bitch, better get prepared, right? Still got any of that weed stashed away? I swear, that shit gets me hard for hours." She asked, ever so casually.
Zayn snorted at her brazen lack of manners. However, he merely stood up to open his bottom drawer and dug through the messy remnants of God knows what until he found a plastic bag filled at least ten joints. He opened it, and handed one to Camila, contemplating one for himself but instead packed it away and took out a cigarette instead.
Camila snatched one of the working lighters from Zayn's bedside table and sat on the edge of the bed, lighting the tip of her joint. After it was alight, she placed the lighter down and took a long, calming drag. Weed did wonders to her nerves and her arousal. After a couple of these babies, she was good to go all night.
"So where'm I meeting this... what's her name?" Camila asked, sounding almost bored as she lit her second joint. Already reeling in the foggy haze of being high. Her body relaxed, and she lay against the headboard, limp and careless.
"I think her name's Dinah. I dunno, I was too busy staring at her legs. Fuck they go on forever. You're so gonna be thanking me later. She was hanging out with a bunch of my guys from school down at the park. She seemed bad-ass, with a fucking banging body. So we got talking after a while and we were joking around, getting my flirt on. Then one of the guys started laughing, telling me not to bother because she's a dyke. So then I asked her if she was single, because I've got this hot ass friend who'd totally wanna be all up on that." Zayn explained, to Camila's mild amusement. She was trying to form a mental image of this girl, long legs, awesome body. That was good enough for her, she could already feel her cock twitching.
"How do you know she'll be down for what's in my pants if she's a dyke?" Camila asked quizzically. Most girls around these parts were all close knit, and knew the wonders she worked with her dick. But she didn't know Dinah, and for all she knew she hated dick.
Zayn snorted. "You're still a girl, it's just like a bonus. When has a chick ever not been into your dick? Just chill, alright. You're Camila Cabello. Work your badass charm and it'll all be good." He said, and Camila had to agree. It wasn't always easy having to explain her extra appendage, but once the initial shock wore off she'd have girls screaming her name.
