The abduction of lovers

Ch 1

VICTORIAS POV

I walked into the club. My purple dress glimmered in the light of the disco ball all attention seemed to be on me (not surprising) I pulled a quick thot-walk and returned to my scrwany hunched over back walk. I was looking for a ghetto nigga in the club, I searched every nook and cranny but, no ghetto. I was about to leave when I spotted a hot momma standing alone by the juice keg. I knew he was for me. I walked over and started,

"You're the one for me."

He replied with a snicker which revealed his deep dimples identical on each sides of his glimmering face.

He looked down at my mustache socks which were revealed because of my ankle long dress, also my American flag anklet. He sneered at my socks. I knew he was starting to dislike me. But then BAM everything changed. He rolled up his khakis to reveal a matching pair of mustache socks. I fluttered back in amazement. We were perfect for each other. He brushed back my hair and told me he liked me a little.

I then noticed he pulled an American flag bandana out of his sweaty old shoe. he placed it on his head and grabbed my hand. We skipped out of the club and I heard his whisper

"Now... Get in me cah."