The Wish (Book One)

Chapter 17: Special my Ass

My nap is cut short when Chenelle beats on the door. "Get your ass up! We didn't come here to lay around! We should've just stayed home if we were going to do that!", she yells, annoying me. She's right though, it's time to get out and have fun.

Opening the door, I find her all dressed up and sexy as hell. Blonde curls fall amongst her shoulders. Smoky eyeshadow and glossed lips, ready for company. She's wearing a tight blue metallic dress that enhances her breasts, her ass fills the back, bringing out her curves. Tall,
black, strapped heels to heighten her stance.

"Jesus Chenelle! Help me look like that please."

She smiles that knowing smile that says Girl, I already got you covered. I follow her into her room. Three outfits lay on her bed. A short black dress, navy green pants and a black and white stripped crop top, another sexy dress. I grab the short black dress. In the bathroom, sits a flat iron and all types of makeup.

I never really straighten my hair, but when I do, I love it! The flat iron is plugged in and hot, steam evaporates from it. I slip into the black dress, ending right above my knees. Tight like Chenelle's, thank god we are the same size. I feel so secure in this dress. Tonight, I'm going to forget about Jason.

Knock pause knock pause knock pause knock pause knock pause. I knock back twice before opening the door. "Sydney! Oh my gosh! Where have you been hiding this sexy beast of a woman?" I giggle, it makes me feel so good to dress up like this. It takes about 20 minutes to straighten my hair. Stopping right under my breasts. Silky smooth as I run my fingers through the thickness.

"Ok since the hair and outfit are out of the way. Let me apply some of this make up." I sit on top of the toilet seat as she works on my face. Brushes and pads swipe across my cheeks and eyelids. Adding lipstick to finish the final touches. "Done."

I stand and look in the mirror. My eyelashes look fake, so long. I notice that she did my make up like hers. Still, it is beautiful. I look beautiful. "Where are we going anyway?"

"This popular club near the shore. A lot of celebrities go there. We won't be able to get into VIP, but at least we'll be able to check it out." I nod, excited to test it out.  I go to my room in search for my engine red high heels. Need some color to go with all this black. Heels match my lipstick and finger nails. Yea, Chenelle insisted on painting them.

Once I'm all put together I meet Chenelle and Jacob in the kitchenette. Jacob leans against the counter, charcoal gray slacks, a blue metallic dress shirt to match Chenelle. The sleeves are rolled back at his forearms, showing off veins. I can tell I caught his attention when I entered the room. His eyes lit up, almost lost his balance. Jacob isn't used to me looking like this. Neither am I.

"Are we ready?", with a smile. Jacob bites the loose skin on his thumb, then stands straight up.

"Yep." My experience in heels is minimal. I feel confident enough to walk in them tonight though. Chenelle hops off of the dining room table.

Jacob puts his arm around Chenelle, I walk behind them. I don't know if Dusty is picking us up, or if we are walking to the club. My question is answered whenever I see Dusty waiting with the door wide open. I must have been out for quite some time. Getting ready took forever too. Poor Jacob, always waiting on a woman.

The sun sinks below, traveling. Palm trees sway with the breeze. Sidewalks packed with people, forcing others to walk on the street. Lamborghini's and Bugatti's litter the road. I've never seen so many nice vehicles in my life. Music bumps so loud I can't make out the lyrics.

If I had a nice car like that, I would never drive it. These vehicles are bumper to bumper. Scratches and dings are so not worth the price you pay for the car. Although, those people are so rich they can afford a new one. Honking and yelling adds into the mix. The city life really is enticing. I like it, but I also like the peaceful little town that I'm used to.