Redheads club

Despite some reservations about going to a club owned by a woman who had brazenly flirted with her and Max, Vi decides to take advantage of the free entry coupon that Maki had given her and decides to slip into a sexy, white dress and after a small photoshoot, courtesy of Ari she heads out for a club night where she plans to meet Brandon, as friends.

Little of course, is Vi aware of the seething dislike Maki currently has for her. And so, {osisi} waits in the manager’s office, staring at the cameras, waiting for Vi to arrive. And, even if she somehow missed her, the bouncers have been instructed to keep an eye out for her.

So, Maki is on the move, wearing a latex top with deep cleavage and a pair of equally black jeans, she steps out into the dimly lit, thumping dance floor, bee-lining towards the bar, she ‘accidentally’ walks into Vi.

“Oh my god!, Vi was it!? I’m so glad you came!”

Vi looks confused as she turns around. “Oh’ that’s okay! Yeah. Vi. Good to see you again.”

Maki looks around her, she asks. “Where’s your boy toy? The tall blonde?”

Vi laughs. “Oh, he couldn’t come, I’m meeting some other friends tonight.”

Maki is annoyed, the whole point is that she was going to catch them together, this slut is cheating on Erik with Max, this was supposed to be a set-up, not some normal night out.

Fuck it. Maki thinks to herself. She can work with this.

“Oh, just the girls?” She grins. “Well, let me assist and get the party started!” Maki takes charge, using her position to get her and Vi some free drinks, she drags her to a booth and does her best attempt at hiding her disdain, instead, focusing on getting to know Vi, and lull her into a false sense of security.

“That’s so fuckin’ cool! You’re a model! With Blake!” Maki grins, leaning back in the booth, “He’s like, for real famous.”

Vi chuckles, crossing her legs and actually getting invested in the conversation, not having planned on talking to the club owner for this long, she’s starting to feel like she’s kinda cool. “Yeah. It’s going pretty well! And, Blake is kinda hot, for an old man.” She giggles, bringing her drink to her face.

Maki sucks on her teeth, flashing a smile at the girl.

“The blonde guy isn’t enough? You want to fuck your photographer too? God, Erik you have such slutty taste in women!”

“I’ve seen photos of him.” Maki grins, “I see it.” The girls both break out into fits of giggles.

“Alright!” Maki claps her hands together. “Enough chit-chatting; this isn’t why I opened a club.” She stands up and offers a hand. “Let’s get on the dance floor, I want to see you move, girl!”

Maki hides her cringing face as her enemy takes her hand, Maki swings her hips and lifts Vi’s arm as she leads her to the dancefloor.

Maki, despite carrying weight on her chest, is quite the lightweight when it comes to alcohol. And she will deny it until the day she dies, but she — just a little — was having fun when she was drinking and yapping with Vi in that little booth, so much so that she drank more than she intended.

So when the incredibly attractive, buxom, and fit girls started getting attention on the dance floor, particularly from, strong, cologned and confident men, Maki’s plan momentarily was forgotten, her vision goes hazy with lust as she watches the tall, dark-skinned man dance up along behind Vi, his large hands running over her hips. Maki fails to notice Vi pressing her ass back, looking over her shoulder as she hooks her fingers around the man's neck, rolling her body in waving motions to the rhythm of the music.

The black-haired man behind her, spins Maki around, and Maki can only feel the possessiveness of his grip on her waist, the feel of his pectoral muscles beneath her fingertips.

The guys take the girls back to a booth, Maki is too distracted to see Vi chat to the guy, too distracted to see Vi pick up her phone, too distracted by the saliva she swaps with the man that brought her back, to hear Vi say goodbye, and leave on her own, the other man that danced with her returning to the dance floor alone.

Maki finally opens her eyes when she feels her makeout partner, grab at her breasts, giving her the hungriest looks she’s ever seen, she grins, ready to take him back to the penthouse. She looks at him and sees Vi missing. She blinks.

“FUCK!”

She stares at the man, who looks confused. “How long did we make out?!” She asks angrily.

“Like… half an hour?” He says, slurring.

“FUCK!”

Vi shoots up, storming away from the man, who looks annoyed, confused, and no doubt, blue balled.

Maki looks around the club, it is annoyingly packed to the brim. She heads towards the bar and sees a familiar white dress. She pauses, brushes herself off, and pushes her frustrations down deep within her.

She goes up to the girl and taps her on the shoulder. “Vi?”

She turns, and it is indeed Vi, but instead of being relieved, Maki is pissed.

Vi grins at her, “Maki! How was your boy snack?” Vi giggles.

Vi’s makeup is smudged, hair a bit messier than before, lips glistening ever so slightly.

“Missed ya!” Vi says as Maki stares. “I didn’t want to interrupt your fun.” She winks and wipes at her bottom lip with a teasing smirk. “But don’t worry, I had some fun too. I fucking love this club.”

Maki’s eye twitches, but she flashes a smile.

{reveal "Bathroom trip"}

Vi steps away from Maki, double checking her phone, Vi heads towards the bar. The dancing, Maki is hot, the guys are hot, she’s tipsy, Vi wishes Erik was here.

When she sees Brandon, well…

Brandon will do.

She drags him to the bathrooms, and Brandon, the gentlemen he is, lets the girl take charge, grinning when she drops to her knees, her hands undoing his belt.

“Damn, girl… I haven’t even had a drink yet.”

Vi purrs as his thick, dark prick falls out of his pants, dangling in front of her salivating lips. “Hmm? I’ll buy you one after.” She grabs the base of him and lifting the cock, gets underneath the shaft and slowly drags her tongue upwards to the head.

{endreveal}