SHUT UP! SPIT!

Billie and I decided to go clubbing today. This is especially not our forte as we don't even drink and have more than enough fun by our lonesome, but I wanted to try something new. Before leaving the wonderful home Billie and I share together, I looked up a well reviewed night club named Blue Santa Monica. Currently, we are only a few minutes out from our desired location. I adjust my tight-fitting skirt on the leather seats of her matte black Dodge Challenger.

"Mamas, damn, you look fine tonight," Billie gushes while moving her right hand to slap my left thigh and then rest it there.

"Thank you, baby. You're sexy as always... I did notice your new chain bracelet," I comment about the new shining piece of jewelry on her wrist that tickles my upper leg. "It's hard af. I like it," I add.

"Ahh, so you did notice, huh? Very observant."

I laugh a little under my breath and turn to look out my lowered passenger side window, watching how quickly we pass the other cars and tall light poles along the road.

Billie tends to think she's a racecar driver because she drives really fast. I'm honestly surprised she's only received two speeding tickets in the past month.

The wind from my open window beats my face a little too hard for my liking, so I roll up the window. I glance over at Billie once more admiring all her features: her smooth hair, her eyes and long lashes, her cute ass nose, her plump lips... I was looking so long that she caught me staring. She then flashes that perfect, sexy smile at me and squeezes my thigh. Gosh how did I land such a dime.

The grassy field that was surrounding the street we were riding on fades away as many stores pop up around us. We've finally entered the outlet where the club is located. We encounter one more red light and roll to a stop. Billie taps her fingers on the top of steering wheel and whistles a cute little tune. I check my navigation and it informs me that we are one minute away. The light turns green and Billie gasses it. We zoom forward a couple meters only to jerk to the left as Billie guns a right turn.

I notice many vehicles scattered throughout the shared parking lot of Blue Santa Monica club and the fancy restaurant beside it that I recall Billie treated me to one night about a month ago. I remember that night well. Billie also treated me to some good ass head that night. I was a moaning wreck in her red room under the stars. I smirk at the pleasant memory.

Billie soon finds a parking space near the entrance of the club that someone just vacated from. The luck of obtaining a close parking space on a busy night such as tonight. I- Wow. This night is going very well already. Nothing will go wrong tonight, I can feel it.

Once parked, we take a second to examine the outside of the club. A few people are hovering around the entrance: some just casually chatting or flirting. Others are smoking. Billie asks, "You ready to have some fun?" I excitedly respond, "Mhmmm. Yeah, babe. Let's go." I thought I knew what 'fun' she was referring to, but I was far off. I'll learn of that later.

We both get out and she walks around to my side holding her hand out. I grab her hand in return, us interlocking our fingers together, and we stroll up to the tall doors. I push the door open as a gust of cigarette smoke wafts under my nose. My ears are immediately hit with the loud, sexy club music. I recognize the song instantly. The song playing was 'Going Bad' by Drake.

Billie and I walk straight through: passed the bar on our left, making a sharp right, and heading in the direction of the crowded dance floor.

We stop for a moment to look around and get front row views of people having a good time. There are people grinding on people...and objects such as the walls, poles, and even a concrete column that has a fire hydrant on it. I discretely point to the girl humping the ceiling-high, concrete column and Billie chuckles. I smile watching her laugh. It's truly a beautiful sight to see.