“So my lovely ladies, here are your pornstar Martinis and samucca shots. I’ll leave you all to it but will be back later to join you all for a drink.” He lingers for a moment, not taking his eyes off of Blair. Is she blushing? I swear I can see a tinge of pink travelling up her neck. Oh my god, she really does like him.
We all thank him as he heads off to mingle some more. Gracie is the first to turn on Blair.
“Spill!”
“What? He’s good in bed and I wouldn’t mind another ride.”
“Nope. Not having it. You like him,” Fallon interjects as she hands out our drinks.
“I don’t do relationships. I like my own space,” It looks like she’s blushing even more now.
“Leave her alone, she’ll tell us when she’s ready,” I say, trying to ease them off of her.
“I won’t be ready. Because there is nothing to tell,” She crosses her arms like a moody child.
“Okay, okay. Whatever you say,” Gracie laughs, knowing her sister well enough to know there’s more to it than she’s letting on. “Right, I want to see Maya drink a pornstar for the first time in months.”
I pick up the cocktail and take a sip, all of the girls eyes are on me. Wow, was I that obsessed with them before?
“Oh my god.”
Heaven. In the form of a cocktail. No wonder I loved these so much. They are all giggling at me as they start to drink their own.
“I wish I could taste one for the first time again,” Fallon says with a smile on her face. “I haven’t seen you look this happy in months. As if all we needed was to get you one of these.”
“You’ve held out on me.” I laugh in reply. I’m already loving tonight, it feels less like they’re walking on egg shells around me.
I’m sick of being the girl they all feel sorry for, it feels nice for a change to just be.
After a few more cocktails and another shot or two, I’m dancing in my seat swaying along to themusic.
“Who’s ready to dance?” Fal asks as she jumps to her feet, shaking her arse as she beckons us over to the dance floor.
“Hell yes!” Blair joins her, sashaying across the room.
Gracie grabs my hand and gives it a light squeeze, pulling me along after her.
“Come on girl, let’s have some fun.” She lets go of me as we join the others.
It doesn’t take me long to start dancing. Jumping up and down, shaking my arse and tits as I move along to the music. All of us are the opposite of sexy, more like animals that have escaped from the local zoo. It’s the most fun I’ve ever had, that I can remember, not that, that is saying much at the moment but still.
As I spin around, preparing to do what the girls deem to be the best dance move ever, the slut drop, I notice a figure in the corner. What I assume is a tall man, wearing a tight fitted hoodie and a cap low down over his face, stood like a statue in the corner. He makes me stiffen with unease. There is something sinister about him. Is it the fact he is unmoving or that his face is completely concealed? Either way I can’t tear my eyes away.
“Maymay, show us how low you can go,” Fallon calls, dropping down, her arse almost touching the floor before she bounces back up, causing me to lose sight of the stranger. I look around, buthe’s gone.
Did I imagine it?
Fuck it, I’m having too much fun for this right now.
I notice Jenson stood at the bar again, but this time there are two men with him. He catches me looking and waves, the other men turning to see what he’s waving at.
That’s when it happens.
A buzzing at the back of my brain, tormenting me. Fighting to get to the forefront of my mind.
One of the men that’s stood with Jenson.
I know him.
