"If we encounter a man with rare intellect we should ask him
What book he reads "
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I am not on the floor no.. No.. I am not on the floor... ohh am on the floor literally but not on the floor I pray I don't end up with a twisted ankle.
Manuel tried to help me up of which I refused, I looked around me if people were with their phones videoing, lucky enough phones are not allowed, a trend 'hijabi in a Club' would be on social media. Thank God am a nobody
I was uncomfortable enough nobody should give me the shitty look. The lady who pushed me waved at me she freaking waved maybe am not up to date with trends but waving must be the new Sorry.
Then my brain registered the wetness.
"Ya Allahhhhh!" I screeched everyone came to a standstill.
I mentally patted my head weldone Saima who shouts Ya Allah in a club I should have even come with my Quran to preach
My clothes GodGodGod!!!
"You should clean up missus". I couldn't move, am starting to suspect it is a whole bottle of the whatever it is that poured on me .
Movement caught my eyes Wizkid.... Ayo... My Boss motioned for me to follow, Ya Allah he looks GOOD in his signature black polo with King boldly written on it. OMG I didn't care that a river of red awfully smelling stuff spilled on my white. I followed and so did Manuel.
"Ma'am ma'am that not the way to the lavvy it this way"
"No.." before I could reply she practically dragged me to her direction and gave a fake smile and pushed the door open.
What I saw was beyond me, my legs moved before my brain Manuel and Wizkid were standing outside.
"Are you done?"
"I.. I.. I mean. It em.em..."
"What?" Manuel prompted.
"It.. I mean somebody.." I want to bleach my eye and my brain without dying .
"Come" Wizkid murmured and again I followed he used a black card to open the door
Simple luxurious room with red wallpaper, a pole was stood in the middle of the room red king cushion where arranged around the pole, is this some kind private pol....
The door pushed open and two ladies cat walked in. Two ladies in racy lingeries
"Why are you here? " Wizkid.. I mean my boss asked.
They were already over him the other was matching to the pole like it called for her woww just wow .
"Get out.."
My God I was already moving, "Not you he said. Both of you out, I didn't pay for any stripper tonight, get Out!!"
"Honey..." The lady moaned and wrapping her legs around his torso, to say I was fixed is an understatement what I said about bleaching what I saw earlier? I want to wipe the entire day out
I gazed at Wizkid he met my gaze lazily.
"If you don't get those now you might never get the stains off, the restroom is by your left".
Oh yeah my clothes
You!! He called to the almost albino girl already twisting and turning from the pole damnnnn! Elastic legs exist right?
"Get out of my room and await my report to 'priest', get your legs off that pole will you?
Tap tap tap their heels tapped out.
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