Thrust Into His Arms Chapter 5

At The Club

GWENETH

My height increased significantly as I put on a black hook heel.

The sexy black dress looks so stunning on . It enhanced my cleavage and reveals a tasteful amount of it. The lingerie type fabric huga out curves that I honestly didn’t know I had to this extent. I am not plain looking. But I am a little compared to Annie. I have doll features and an angelic beauty type. While Annie is the foxy type. She is literally a walking temptation. Guys prefer that over angelic. I would too if I was a guy.

Will I not I get unnecessary attention over this dress and look? I am feeling a little anxious. Annie looks thrilled about the whole thing. Would not bla her. This is the first ti I will be going with her to a nightclub. She is like a preacher who just won over a new convert.

On the way to the car, I emphasize for the fourth ti, "I will only stay by the bar and have a few drinks. Do not even think of hooking up with any bastard."

She makes a face of disgust. "Geez. What do you take for, a pimp? I wouldn’t do that. Even if I did do that to you, there wouldn’t be any problem. I have great taste in n unlike a girl I know very well."

Must she hit the nail on the head now? Truth damn hurts. She is right. She does has great taste in n. She uses them and tosses them aside like garbage and they do not even mind it. They are the ones always seeking her out and would do perhaps anything to keep her. She on the other hand is transcendental. She is all for the fun and wants nothing serious. Why am I not like her?

Kiss My Uh Oh by Little Mix and Annie Marie was blasting from the car stereo. Annie’s terrible off tune voice was like a cri that I didn’t know when I joined in singing so it would sound less terrible.

Fifth Harmony’s That’s My Girl ca after. Drowning in the lody of the addictive, relatable lyrics, I forgot my tiredness. I try to forget about Neil and Mackie as well for tonight. I stick my head out of the window, letting the wind rush against my face and ss with my hair. I stare at the buildings and people that seems to be moving as we drove by. I bring my head back in to look ahead as the car began slowing down to a stop. We have arrived at the club. I hear noisiness and heavy bass resonating. The glowing billboard on top of the two floor building reads "Welco To Cherry." I imdiately noticed the number of people waiting to enter. I cast Annie a bewildered look. "Tell we don’t have to join that long queue?" I ask. My jaw dropping on seeing the two long queues of other party goers at the club’s entrance. If so, then I better just back ho to my bed and pillow.

"We should." She said, "But thankfully, hooking up does co in handy sotis." She states with a wink. I ca to understand what she ant when she goes to stand in front of one of the hefty, dangerous looking bouncers with huge muscles and ugly face tattoos. guarding the entrance. I was behind her the whole ti and did not see much of the exchange. I see that she is twisting her brown locks, seemingly acting all kitten cute and giving him her seductive killer gaze. Seconds later, she turns to with a cheeky, accomplished smile and said, "Let’s go girl!"

We made our way into the club. It takes a while for my eyes to settle and see in the flickering red and blue strobe lights. It was packed with people. My body made contact with a whole lot others before we finally ca out and made it to the bar section and ordered drinks. a Martini, Annie, sex on a beach. I first thought she was asking the bartender to have sex with her on the beach.

The bartender guy just had to be a little more good looking than all the guys I have been with. With his gentle polite smile. I might have fallen for him if I wasn’t dealing with perks of heartbreak right now. We have only been here for like five minutes but I have seen almost twice that number of handso guys. This club is great. I can tell even though I have never been to a nightclub before. There were male strippers showering in champagne. I love that they also thought about won’s needs and not just n’s. So ladies were unabashedly drooling and going crazy over them. I wonder if they work as prostitutes too? How much do they charge? Would it be seen as illegal to walk up to—jesus! What is wrong with you Gwen, snap out of it. You might be going crazy over Neil but you are not that type of girl.

I have had just one previous glass of Martini but it feels as if I have had a thousand sips. I really can’t hold my liquor. "You slept with that guy?" I casually ask, taking a sip out of my lemon Martini. Why I am even asking her this? To distract my mind from those hot guys.

"Yeah." She answers coolly. Elbows resting on the hard marble surface of the bar table, hand pressed on her temples.

"How many tis?"

"Once. I couldn’t go with him again because he was too macho for . But I kinda like him though. As a guy person." The corners of her mouth quirks up into a barely there smile as she reveals but it soon drops.

"Oh." I drawl with a knowing grin. Soone is not so much of ice, I see. I silently snicker.

"Don’t even try to tease about it." She warns. I would if I was in the mood.