25-year-old Lyra loves to dance and hang out with her best friend, who is more like a sister. Lyra's world is turned upside down when she is taken hostage. Soon Lyra discovers she is drawn to one of the Russian men who took her and fights it, knowin...
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"Wake up, bitch." At the sound of Laura's voice, I moan and jerk the cover tighter around me, mumbling incoherent no to her. "I don't thank so love" she yanks the blankets off of me. I sigh, opening my eyes to see my best friend standing at the end of the bed with A smirk on her face."Its been like two hours since we got off work and went to bed Laura, what are you doing?"
Getting up, I stretch my body and yawn my light purple night-shirt rising above my thick thighs. "I'll tell you in the kitchen," she says, running out of the room before I could stop her. Rolling my eyes, I brush my teeth and throw my hair in a bun before going to the kitchen.
The moment before I walk in, my senses are hit with bacon, waffles, and coffee. I'm not sure how much longer I can be mad at her now."You want to tell me why you woke me up after two hours of sleep"? I question rising my brow."Because it's your birthday, and before you say anything, I understand you don't like to celebrate your birthdays, but we are today, and I won't take no for an answer."
Placing my food and coffee in front of me. I decide not to argue with her and dig into my food; she knows how much I hate my birthdays, which implies she wants this; besides, I have a lot to thank her for."Okay, so what's on the agenda today," I ask with a smile.
She claps her hand and starts jumping up and down like a schoolgirl."Yay, okay, so shopping first, we have to pick out outfits for tonight and of course getting our hair and nails done.
Kicking the door closed, I drop my key in the glass bowl by the door and head straight to my room. I don't bother putting anything away, but instead, I plop on my bed and go to sleep until it's time to leave.
For the second time that day, I hear Laura's high pitch, "wake up, bitch." For a moment, I consider not going, tonight's my night off from work, and I wanted to stay half-naked and watch movies all night. Understanding I will end up with cold water dumped on me if try I slid down off the bed, my small feet hitting the dark hardwood floors of the apartment and walk the few feet to my bathroom, deciding to take a shower since I didn't bother getting my hair done.
Turning on the hot water, I strip. Clouds of steamrolling around me, the liquid burning me as it rolls down my body. I take my time washing my body with Honey - orange peel soap and shampoo. Laura and I were in Bed Bath and Beyond when I came across the set, and now I am obsessed with it. I quickly dry off, knowing I spent too much in the shower. Drying my hair with a blow dryer and applying light makeup, I get everything out of the bags and get dressed.
Looking in the body mirror hanging on my closet door, I make sure everything is in place. My wavy brown hair flows around me, coming to the middle of my back. I agreed on a simple blood-red thin strap dress that hugs my small, coke body figure. I finish the dress with a simple pair of black heals, making me 3 inches higher than my usual 5'0. I chose black mascara, eyeliner, and deep red lipstick. I look hot. I nod my head at my self in the mirror, laughing at my self as I leave the room, hoping Laura's ready to go.
I look at the grey clock on the wall seeing that its ten after 10 pm. "Laura babe, you better get your ass out here; let's go." I hear the click, click of her heels on the floors before I see her." Hell, yes, that's the spirit, babe"! She raises her hands, smiling and claps her hand bumping her hip with me. I smack her on the ass and grab our purses, heading downstairs to our waiting taxi. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Le Bain's Night Club being packed is an understatement. The first thing I noticed walking in the rap 90's music blaring through the dance floor, and I remember reading a sign outside that read throwback '90s. Neon light's flashing around wildly, everyone dancing and moving there hips to the beat. Laura grabs my hand pulls me through the crowd to the bar, Laura's white dress lighting under the lights, her dress is the same as mine but white instead which suites her blue eye and short blond hair.
About the only thing that we share in looks is our eyes except hers are deep blue, and mine are bright blue with specks of grey in them.
Arriving at the bar, Laura waves the bartender over with the red Mohock hair, fair skin dressed in a suit which I found odd for a place like this, but he somehow pulls it off perfectly.
"Four shots and two sex on the beaches, please. "She announces our order slipping him her credit card before he walks away. "I have never been here," I yell to her over the music.
" I know that's why I brought you here to wait till you see the view on the roof of the city. I know someone who got us VIPs." She turns back as our drinks are placed in front of us. We both grab two shots each."Happy birthday, bitch, I love you "! She yells. Throwing back our drinks, it burns my throat and warms my stomach.
Grabbing our other drinks, we down that as well. I grab her arm and drag Laura to the dance floor. Pussycat Dolls, Buttons comes on right as we stop. Smiling from ear to ear, we start dancing to one of my favorite songs.
Laura and I are both skilled in dance, so we're confident as we sway and grind our hips on each other. Songs pass in a blur and like every time when I dance I fall into a trance the world around me becomes distant, moving my body to the music I run my hands through my hair and all over my body I know men and woman are watching us they always are but somewhere among the crowd one man or woman watches me so intensely I feel the hairs all over my body raise, standing in attention.
At some point, the group swallows Laura's body, and I'm dancing with different people. Coming back into the to the present, I catch my breath and walk to the bar ordering another sex on the beach.
"Where's VIP"? I yell at the bartenders. They throw their fingers behind me, and I walk in the direction drank in hand until I come to a narrow set of stairs that says pool on the second floor, VIP on the 3rd floor. Pool? There's a pool here for the club? When I hit the second floor, I looked around out of curiosity - there several hot tubs, couches, and bars against a wall of windows. I slip past the couples talking and kissing and head for the third floor where I come to a tall, slender red-head woman holding a clipboard in hand.
"Name, please?" She questioned in a curt tone, "Uh, Lyra Delaney." Looking through her pages on the broad until she finds what's she looking for. Her bright green eyes meet mine as she gives me a small half-smile and nod.
"Enjoy," she steps back, gesturing to the narrow stairs behind her. When I come to the top, I stop and almost drop my drank at sight. Candles are lit everywhere, giving the space a soft glow. Glass wrapping around the roof coming only up to my abdomen, black leather couches in each corner of the roof, and a few tables here; there may be two waiters and a Bartender. Soft piano music plays through the small area. What snatches my breath is the view of New York City.
The City looks so alive from her. While it's beautiful, it's also so familiar, too familiar. I love this city, but I know there is so much more to the world, and I want to explore it one day.
Moving straight ahead to the edge of the roof leaning against it, I close my eyes enjoy the warm summer night air. My favorite thing here is the weather, while most people hate it. I love the seasons here. The moment interrupted by a gentlemen's hand on my lower back, rolling my eyes, I turn around to meet the owner of the hand and lose my breath once again.
