Impressing the Clients

3

Our vehicle came to a stop at a beautiful hotel, the driver opened our door, led us out and informed us that our bags will be brought up to our rooms once we checked in. We got to the lobby and boy, my breath hitched for a second.

Too beautiful, too sophisticated for me. The interior was white modern style with dark accents. It just screamed 'bitch, you can't afford one night here'.

And to think that we will be staying here for 3 months.

"Uhm, Mr. Ty?" He turned around as I called him, "how can our company afford this kind of accommodation?" I was confused as hell. "We were given a big discount, my client and his brother own this place and they generously gave us 4 separate suite in a much lower price," my mouth dropped at what he said. "So let's make sure this project won't disappoint him," he whispered sounding like a challenge. I nodded.

With this kind of living? Fuck yeah, of course I'll do my best work yet!

We get settled in our units. My room and Kyle's were right in front of each other while Jackie's on the other end of the hallway. Of course, Mr. Ty's room was located more exclusively in one of the upper floors.

I tapped my keycard in and bring on all the lights. Wow, just wow.

A modern industrial style. Colors of black, grey and wood tones flooded my eyes and I don't wanna ever shut them. Right off the bat, I am welcomed by a foyer that leads to an open space where the living, dining and kitchen were. To the left, I see a small area for laundry and common powder room. To the far right end leads my room with an ensuite toilet and bath. And did I mention I get a view of the city with my balcony stretched from living room to the bedroom?

This entire unit was so much bigger and spacious than my apartment.

"WE ARE SO GOING OUT TONIGHT!" Jackie barged in my unit, too much happiness and excitement flooding her.

"Calm your clams, honey. We need to make sure we're not needed to come to work tomorrow morning. We don't want to show up trashed on our first day in London," I hate to be a buzzkill but work must come first.

"Fine," she slumped her shoulders, "such a mom," she added.

I called Mr. Ty if we are needed tomorrow morning. Thankfully, he scheduled our meeting with the client at dinner. We have the whole day to settle in and prepare to start tomorrow.

"So?" Jackie looks up to me with so much hope. "Find me the best club 'cause we're gonna drink and dance tonight!" I squealed. We both squealed.

Kyle came in confused, "What the fuck, ladies, aren't you guys tired of the flight and all the drinking we did? What are you all excited about?" Jackie jumped on him, "Club, baby! We're screaming for clubs!" Oh god, I wish we could always be like this.

Lunch came, we ordered a room service 'cause we were so tired and still experiencing jet-lagged and hangover from last night's over-the-sky drinking session. Our excitement died down and I suddenly felt the need to sleep. We all hang out at my bedroom and slept for a few hours. Jackie's alarm went off at 7 in the evening.

Of course, she wouldn't miss this for the world. We were all awakened by it and started preparing ourselves for dinner and drinks.

I put on my favorite black off-shoulder dress that hugs my body just right with a slit reaching my mid thigh, pairing it with silver double thin strap heels and silver clutch. My shoulder-length brown curly hair half top was tied to a messy bun and the half bottom was laid down, smoky eye make up, winged liner and some nude lips to complete my look.

Jackie went with her classic look, her red tight, strapless dress with the longest slit on the side to show up her legs, matching it up with black heels. Her hair was tied to a messy bun. Winged liner and bold maroon fade to black eyeshadow on her eyes. Lips are full on red, ready to pounce on her first British prey.

Kyle looked so hot on his black jeans and white shoes and white halfway open button down shirt, showing off his sculpted and hairy chest. Topping it off with his necklace bling and curly hair perfectly styled.

"Wow, Kyle," we both trailed off looking at him. "Keep those clams to yourselves or serve it elsewhere, ladies. I'm definitely gonna get some dick tonight!" We all laughed.

We went down to the lobby and booked us an Uber. Good thing, Kyle found us an Asian diner near the club we're going to. We're gonna get some dinner first.

1st Rule in Drinking: Stuff yourself with food first if you don't wanna get drunk too early.

We can't ruin our first night out in London.

————

We arrived at the club, Jackie was practically pulling us toward to entrance. "How are we gonna get in, the line is way too fucking long!" Kyle complained. "I got this, bitches," Jackie confidently approached the bouncer. She showed him some proof in her phone that our names are listed. He checked the list in his hand and saw our names. The red string barricade was detached to its post to make way for us.

We practically skipped our way down to the main hall, hearing people shouting and having fun against the music hyped us up. Amazed, I shouted at Jackie, "How did you manage to get our names listed?!" She shrugged while skipping her way down the hallway, "no big deal, honey. I booked our names a few weeks ago when I was searching for the most exclusive clubs in London. I found a promoter's contact number eventually and told her to list us on our 1st night when we arrive." We all laughed at how far she can go just to get wasted.

As we enter the main hall, people were dancing, grinding, drinking everywhere. We were led by one of the waiters to our reserved couch right in front of the dance floor. Jackie and I sat down, and Kyle shouted through the music, "I'm gonna get us one bottle of vodka and a tray of flaming shots! We're gonna start off strong, ladies!" Kyle disappeared into the crowd, heading to the bar.

When he returned, the drinking began!

Not long after, our bottle was empty. Jackie got us the 2nd bottle, she pulled us into the dancing crowd with the bottle in her hand, pouring directly at our mouths while we dance, not bothering if any of the liquor spills out of our mouths.

I know, we're filthy drinkers. We don't give a fuck.

A few more songs after, we grew tired of dancing. We decided to take a rest on the couch.

While we were resting, a handsome man approached Jackie and asked for a dance. Jackie looked at me like she just won 1st prize, she didn't hesitated to jump up from the couch. All her exhaustion from dancing seemed vanished. They disappeared in the crowded dance floor.

Turning to Kyle, I saw him talking to a guy equally hot as him and looked like they were really hitting it off. Finishing up the last drop of the vodka, I decided to head up to the bar.