Saturday Nights were what got me through the repetitive days. I looked forward to my weekends, they were my chance of releasing the tension I'd pile on throughout the week.
The only people I associated with on a daily basis were my sisters from my previous foster home. It had been a while since I'd been in the system, but I still spent every Saturday hanging with them.
That Saturday Kate and Vidia invited me to a well-known club on the other side of town. I stood for about ten minutes in front of my complex before my Uber arrived. Vidia told me to meet her by the bouncer and Kate would get us inside with her VIP pass.
Before I got out the car I got this overwhelming urge to just tell the driver to take me back home, but Vidia would hate me for that. The line was ridiculously long, majority of them were boisterous women.
I hesitantly walked up to the bouncer and whispered in his ear that I was waiting for someone, then I texted Vidia. Right after the message sent someone from behind me tapped my shoulder. Taken aback, I turned around to see a smiling Vidia. She wore white tights, a striped tank and an iridescent fanny pack.
"You ready?" She sent me a smirk, leaned against the wall and called Kate.
After maybe 2 minutes I could make out Kate's petite figure struggling to get through the crowd of people surrounding the entrance. The bouncer pointed us inside and I was immediately immersed in the trap music blasting through the club.
Kate led us towards the VIP section that she scored through her connections with the owners of the club. I spent 10 minutes sitting on a velvet cushion while sipping a cherry sangria, my surroundings were loud and everyone was dancing.
"Vilah, get up and dance girl!" Vidia yelled over the music while dancing on some random she brought into our section.
I rolled my eyes while laughing, and she wiggled her hips goofily at me. Ignoring her prodding and decided to step out into the crowd, but I hated dancing in public so I looked around.
In a few seconds I noticed the strippers on the stages wrapping their bodies around the poles. One of the dancers caught my eye, and I was thinking that she looked so familiar.
When we made eye contact, I immediately recognized the bright green eyes that winked at me. The woman I drooled over on Saturday spun on the pole. I must've been sitting on a stool watching her dance for ten minutes before she sashayed off the staged towards me. The glittered 'Candi' across the rim of her panties brought a smirk onto my face.
Candi draped her milky arms from behind me and purred into my ear,
"You come here often ?"
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Candy Girl
AdventureDevilah Rose, an unsuspecting barista always finds herself thrown into the mix when she encounters Candi. The seemingly inevitable event renders her life to be more different than she'd ever expected as she is pulled into a world of crime, drugs, an...
