The Babysitter (BWWM)

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Chris!!
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I unlocked the door and walked in. "Hey babes." I smiled at Kelianne, who was eating a muffin, leaning against the island.

"Hey." I tried to sound cheery. She raised her eyebrows and placed her muffin on the countertop. "What happened?"

"Small argument. Nothing that important." I tried to direct the conversation somewhere else, but she can always see through me.

"Obviously it's important if-"

"Hey! How about we get ready for Velvet Room tonight? You can even put me in a dress!" The poor girl has been dying to put me in a dress since she met me. She says I have a 'model body' that deserves to be seen out of jeans. To be honest, I haven't been in a dress since 2007.

Her face lit up. "You sure? It's gonna take a while but I'm giving you a makeover!"

Ugh, the things I do for this girl. She gripped my hand and dragged me out of the kitchen and into the bathroom.

The next two hours consisted of 'Ow!', 'That is not gonna fit.', 'Are you serious? That is not supposed to be there!', and 'That's thing is not going up there!'.

When she let me finally look in the mirror, I almost crapped my pants. She put on some foundation, gold eyeshadow, clear lip gloss. I looked amazing. And that's only my face. It better have looked good, considering the amount of pain I went through. Kelianne, my eyebrows, and tweezers will never come together again.

She dressed me in knee-high black boots, a black two piece with a tight skirt and a top that barely covered up my boobs or my stomach, and she told me to let my hair down. She used this gel, and now my hair is super curly and staying in place. It's hard, but I don't mind it all that much.

"What do you think?" She stood behind me like a proud mother. But then again, I wouldn't really know what that looks like. I grinned.

"You're a miracle worker Kels." She nodded her head furiously. "I'm amazing. I know." She had already changed. It was a grayish-green two piece with a spaghetti string top and a skirt that had laces on the sides. Her long blonde hair was already curled since this morning, but it looked more like waves now.

"Aw, my baby is growing up so fast. Are you ready to go out there into the world and grind on random dudes?" I sighed with a smile painted on my face. "Let's do it."

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I hopped out of her red BMW. Her mother is rich, you can't blame her. The valet attendant grabbed her keys and she dragged me towards the door. A tight knot in my stomach formed. I'm 19. What if he checks I.D.? Kelianne nudged my side.

"Don't look scared. Stand y'all, push your butt out, and smile. Be confident." I nodded and took a deep breath. The guard looked over us, from head to toe. Kelianne waved her freshly manicured nails towards him, a sly smile on her face. He nodded towards the other man at the door and he opened it.

No friggin way!

I walked in and basically got smacked in the face with loud music. People were all over each other. Grinding their bodies against each other. Dancing all over the place. Kelianne dragged me towards the bar.

"Four shots of tequila!" Kels ordered. My eyes widened. "We're drinking?! I didn't know we were drinking! I thought we were just dancing!" I yelled over the music.

"Are you dense or something?! Who comes to a club with an open bar just to dance?!"

She's got a point. I really am that dumb.

He handed us our shots reluctantly with a small plate of lime wedges. "Should I check for I.D.?!" He asked, his eyes slanted. Kelianne giggled. "If we weren't 21, would we be in here?!" She shouted, glancing over at me. He nodded. "Have fun!"