Jessie:
Bitch, nobody is going to be looking for you there. We’ll be fine. Besides, we’re both highly trained badasses.
She has a point there. Between the two of us, we’ll be fine. Plus, we’ll be Ubering there and back, so not like we’ll be walking far and vulnerable. I pocket my phone and look up to find Hayden eyeing me skeptically.
“What?”
“Don’t do anything stupid.” He says before standing up. He stands over me for a moment before turning to head inside, shutting the door behind him.What the fuck?He couldn’t have possibly seen my texts, unless he’s just that good at reading me.
I’m standing in front of the mirror, fighting this last hoop earring to go in my ear. I hate when the hole closes a little, and I have to basically re-pierce my ear with the jewelry. “Son of a bitch!! Just go in already!” I push a little harder, and finally it pops through, “Ouch!”
“If that hurts, then you definitely won’t tolerate a sleeve tat like you’ve been talking about.”
Oh shit, I forgot I had Jessie on speaker the whole time. “That’s different,” I argue.
“You’re right. It’s a lot more painful.”
Good thing she can’t see me roll my eyes. I take one last look at my outfit in the mirror. Daaamn, I look sexy!! I chose a two piece champaigne lace set. It’s a mini skirt with a low cut top, and I paired it with a white and gray fur jacket. I have my Miss Z Sandal Du Desert heels and Graff diamond hoop earrings on, too. Ryder has been spoiling me with all these luxury pieces. He never accepts “no” for an answer. I’ll wake up to a new random gift at the end of the bed. It’s like waking up on Christmas morning.
I have never been a luxury dress-up kind of girl, but maybe that was because we could never afford it. Now that I have all of these options, I love finding an excuse to put them on.
Ryder and Hayden have already left for the evening, so the house is empty. Jessie is outside waiting for me in the Uber. She paid for a luxury Uber, of course. Jessie isn’t going to wear or ride in anything less than luxurious. I, on the otherhand, couldn’t possibly care any less as long as it gets me from point A to point B.
Jessie hops out of the car, squealing, “Bitchhh! Look at you!!” She spins me around, then slaps my ass, “Hot damn! I have a sexy best friend.”
I giggle, and a blush warms my cheeks, “Thanks! You look,” My eyes widen. She looks… “Hot as fuck!”
She’s wearing a tiny red dress that barely covers her plump ass. If she bends over whatsoever, everybody is getting a face full. The chest has a low V-cut that showcases her DDD cleavage. She was blessed with her boobs-to-ass ratio.
“Uh, what kind of club is this?” I ask when we enter the twentieth floor of the skyscraper. Two massive golden cylindrical columns stand on either side of the elevator we just exited. Soft black plush carpet lines the shiny, reflective hard flooring. The soft flooring mutes the clicking of my heels as we pass the front desk. We had to get wristbands before being cleared to come up here. Huge glass chandeliers hang from the ceiling. There must be thousands of crystals dangling, and the neon lights reflect off them.
“Only the finest in the state,” She winks, “Only the elite are granted privileges.”
“What do you mean?”
“People pay up to a million dollars annually for their memberships. We’ve been members for about three years now.”
We?I swallow hard as I glance around at the half-naked women entertaining men dressed in expensive suits. Does Ryder come here? Soft music plays from the perfectly hidden speakers as we make our way to the bar. The only bars I’ve experienced were hole-in-the-wall bars that smelled like old urine and leather and likely had a cockroach or two run across the floor. This? Wow. I never knew something like this existed here.
“What can I get you, ladies?”
“I’ll take a rum and Coke. You?” Jessie asks me.
“Crown and Sprite, please.”
He winks, then turns and picks our poison of choice off the liquor shelf, preparing our drinks.
Keeping my elbows resting on the bar, I look over my shoulder at the buzzing club behind me. The recessed booths are taped off. Two booths are occupied by men with showgirls in their laps. Their bare tits bounce as they laugh at whatever the men said. Their arms wrapped around their necks as they act fully enthralled by the men. I mean, I would too if I were getting paid. These women probably cost a fortune for one night.
“Here you go,” He places the drinks on the paper coasters in front of us.
“So, what do you do here exactly?” I ask, still confused by the place. It’s not like any club I’ve ever been to before.
“Follow me,” She tugs me by the wrist, sloshing some of my drink over the rim of the glass.
She pulls me down a hallway, stepping off the soft carpet, making my heels tap along the shiny glass-like floors. The mood shifts coming out of the hallway, as we enter an open area with more recessed booths and tables with chairs on the upper level. The walls are black velvet with gold accents. “Motivation” by Kelly Rowland blasts from the speakers, and spotlights shine down on a stage with a dance pole. There’s a drop-dead gorgeous blonde dancing in nothing but a black thong.
“I’ve been up there a time or two,” Jessie admits. Jessie’s a beautiful woman, so envisioning her on the stage is easy to do. I’ve never pole danced, so I’d be incredibly sloppy, but watching the blonde on stage is fascinating. I can see the appeal of watching dancers like her. It’s a true art.
