Pistanthrophobic

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Again, this chapter is not edited. Please feel free to mention any spelling mistakes and grammatical error! Because I believe there's always room for improvement.  

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I decided to wear a black tank top that is open on the back but flowy in front. I don't want people seeing my flappy belly. I partnered it with short skirt that just stopped mid-thigh and I'm wearing my favorite Doc Martens ankle boots. This is the only clothes that I'm comfortable to wear, that I know I will not be deemed as "trying hard".

Madonna and Jerrica though. Whew.

If I'm not straight, I would hit on one of them. Madonna is wearing a black crop-top that show off her flat mid-riff. She accompanied it with slight high waisted pants and strappy heels. Jerrica is wearing a fitted silver dress that's a little loose on the chest part. A little cleavage is showing whenever she walks and a black high-heeled ankle boot.

I still don't know why they have to wear high heels when Jerrica is already at 5'5" and Madonna is 5'7". And compared to my 5'2", they always tower on me.

Madonna is driving because she's the only one who has a car. Jerrica is always a passenger of her many rich boyfriends. She constantly tries to hook me up with friends of her "boyfriends", for a week at least or until she gets tired of them.

When we arrived at the hotel where the bar is at, I followed Madonna out of the car and hooked my small shoulder bag. Big enough for just my keys, wallet and cellphone.

"Guys, isn't it too early?" I asked them. 

The ladies time is at 8-11PM where ladies gets free drinks. We have enough money to buy our own drinks but hey! Nobody says no to free drinks.

"Nah! I promised you guys 2 buckets so I'm buying before the 'time' starts." Answered Jerrica.

It's only 7:30 but she and Madonna are ready to party. Me, not so much. 

I only go with them because they are the only people I considered as friends. They've been with me through thick and thin. They helped me financially when I was about to give birth to Chase and when Yousif cannot be bothered to send any money to help me with my Caesarian Operation.

They stuck with me when I was in deep depression and they encouraged me at times when I just want to give up.

I love these girls to death and if they want me to be with them in a night out, I'll do it even if I prefer to just stay at home a indulge in romantic books.

There's only a handful of people milling around the bar. Seems like it's still really early. 

We took the table on the right side of the bar next to the VIP couches beside the DJ's booth. This is the perfect spot to scout and to just observe.

Jerrica ordered beers. The waiter came back with a bucket of Heineken a small plate of peanuts.

I lighted a cigarette the moment we're settled and took a swig of my beer. I always feel anxious in this situations and booze surely help me relax.

Twenty five minutes into the happy hour, the crowd is started to form before us. People who are ready to party kept on arriving and men ready to hunt tonight are busy scouting the area for their prey.

The music is started to get upbeat and I noticed the DJ on his booth getting ready for his performance.

Madonna and Jerrica have started to sway with the music and smiles on our faces. I'm started to loosen up so I know I don't stand so stiff anymore.

"Guys I think we can get our free drinks now" Madonna reminded us so we decided to head to the bar to give bartender the stubs that the bouncer handed to us at the door. Each of us got 4 stubs and it equals to 8 free drinks each. Sweet.

I decided to get Cranberry and Vodka and 3 shots of tequila.

The best thing about these high-end bars? The free drinks during ladies' time are awesome. They don't give drinks that tasted water. You can have whatever beverages you want.

 From vodka to wine, from JDs to any expensive drinks. The sky's the limit.

Jerrica got 4 JDs and coke and Madonna got 4 glasses of vodka with apple juice.

We headed back to the table after few minutes on the bar because it is now packed with people especially ladies who wants their free drinks.

I noticed that the VIP couches just beside us is now occupied by 6 men and 2 ladies that looks literally like hookers. One of them is talking closely to a guy with a hairy face. And the other is flaunting her big boobs to a man beside her. 

I heed paying them attention after Madonna tapped me on my arm trying to get my attention.

Apparently, she was asking me about work.

"It was okay. Same as usual. Bianca is being a bitch again." I answered her with a shrug. "She was not happy that I got some bonus when Sheikah like what I did with her request."

I recounted how my bitch of a co-worker is so pissed off at me. We work for a government owned Ladies club and we are both a receptionist. Sheikah Amira is the 4th daughter of the King of Abu Dhabi and the whole UAE, who manages the whole ladies club requested for us to come up with ideas that will bring more clients to the club. Like activities that ladies, teens and little girls can do.

Apparently, Sheikah preferred my ideas over Bianca's and because of that I got a lot of nasty stares from her for 3 days now. And Sheika Amira giving me a hefty cash bonus added to Bianca's antagonism towards me.

Jerrica pulled Madonna and I to the dance floor when the DJ started playing sexy and upbeat songs.

I feel a little lightweight already so dragging me to the obnoxious dance floor is easy. 

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Author's Note:

I know, I know it's quite short and empty. But please bear with me as it gets better and fair warning: the next chapter is a little hot.

Andy is a tease ;)

Thank you, my Mermaids!!

-Underwater Princess-