“Here. Don’t lose this.”
Ticket number sixty-nine, with a bar code on the bottom. I chuckled. What were the odds? Sixty-nine had been a running joke with us forever. We would set each other’s thermostat to sixty-nine, may or may not have rounded a number or percentage to sixty-nine for work presentations, or gave an extra tip to round up to sixty-nine dollars. General immature shenanigans, but it always made us chuckle, and I loved it.
“Put your wings on and fix your tits.”
“What’s wrong with my tits?” I slipped the wings on and lifted my tits up.
“Nothing now.” She patted the top of them like bongos. “Girl, you are fire.”
“How much have you had to drink?”
“Enough.” She winked, grabbing my hand and leading me through the club.
It was my first time at Club Vixen and it seemed like it could be a fun place. It was a new club in town and most of the decor was glossy black table tops and bar tops with light beams shooting around the room. There were several floor to ceiling cages set up with people dancing in them and a few others which had swings hanging inside. I don’t know if the people in the cages were employees or others having fun, but the swings were calling my name. Give me a couple of drinks and I knew I’d be trying to sneak in.
A woman dressed in a black bra and matching underwear with black wings walked by carrying a tray of light pink shots. Lizzy grabbed two glasses and handed one to me.
“Free?”
“Yea. Your entry into the club covered all the costs.”
“But I didn’t pay.”
“Tony did. He covered the party.”
“Well, isn’t that nice of him.” I said, knocking the drink back. I felt the burn ease down my throat and into my chest. “So where is this friend of his?”
She pointed across the room to a group of people standing in a corner, but with all the feathers and everyone wearing white, pink, or red, they all sort of looked the same. “He’s super nice and cute, too.”
“Will he make me come in the bathroom?” I laughed. “Sorry.” I said after I bumped into some guy walking past me.
Lizzy slapped my arm. “You dirty whore.” She laughed.
“I thought it was a valid question. I need to feel my twat tingle. I need that big dick energy tonight.”
Lizzy was still laughing when we got over to the group. I recognized a few of the people from various parties they’d had over the last couple of months, but really only knew Lizzy.
“Everlee, Derek. Derek, Everlee.” She introduced.
“Hi.” He smiled, holding his hand out for a handshake.
He was attractive. Dark tan skin, green eyes and dark hair trimmed short. He was wearing a pair of red silk boxers with hearts all over them and a set of red wings.
“Hey love.” A man said, placing his hand on my back.
I turned and didn’t recognize him. “Hi?” I said cautiously.
“Can I buy you a drink?”
“They’re free dick wad. Keep moving. She’s not interested.” Lizzy interjected.
My head snapped in her direction. “A bit aggressive, don’t you think?”
“I don’t need some horn dog on my hoe.”
“I’m your hoe now?” I smiled.
“It’s the drinks, sorry. You know how possessive I become.”
