MasukZuki's POVI watched Sheila move with hooded eyes.The sight of her - my cousin - giving this stranger a lap dance should have been funny. Or awkward. Or repulsive.Instead, I was mesmerized.She moved hesitantly at first, then with growing confidence. The black dress hugged her curves as she rolled her hips, her hair falling over one shoulder. When she arched her back slightly, pressing against him, I felt my pulse spike.I was shocked at how much I was enjoying watching Sheila move.Something stirred within me. Something like awe, wonder or admiration.Sheila was really pretty, so beautiful if only she let herself see how attractive she was.Skin like smooth alabaster. Flawless. Perfect. Crowned and adorned with a thick mass of lustrous ginger hair that shone and danced in the dim light.Her eyes...God. Her eyes were her best features. A unique mix of greenish grey that made the sun walk with pride and the ocean, sing their song.I was drawn, lost and utterly sucked into the perfor
Sheila's POVZuki was straddling the blonde guy's lap, her knees on either side of his thighs on the velvet booth seat. Their mouths were locked together in the kind of kiss that should have been private - deep, hungry, desperate. Her hands were in his hair, tugging hard enough that his head was tilted back. His hands were everywhere - sliding up her thighs, gripping her hips, pulling her tighter against him.But that wasn't the worst part.His zipper was undone, and I could see Zuki's hand between them, moving with purpose. She was stroking him through his boxers, her movements confident and rhythmic. The fabric was tented, and even from here, I could see the effect she was having on him.He groaned into her mouth - I could tell by the way his whole body tensed. She smiled against his lips, wicked and knowing, her hand working faster. Her hips rolled against him as she worked, and the combination was clearly driving him crazy."Fuck," he gasped, breaking the kiss to breathe. "You're
Sheila's POVIn the bathroom, the full weight of the situation hit me. I was drunk, alone, in a club I didn't know, and my cousin had vanished.I gripped the sink harder as another wave of nausea rolled through me. This time I made it to the stall, throwing up a little more. The tequila burned just as much coming back up. My throat felt raw, my eyes watered, and I wanted nothing more than to go home.After cleaning up and emptying my bladder, I stared at myself in the mirror for a long moment. My head was spinning in circles, the bathroom lights too bright, making me squint. I could barely keep my eyes open and my feet were screaming in these boots. They looked good but felt like torture devices.I thought about the boy on the dance floor, how I'd pushed him away. The more I thought about it, the worse I felt. Maybe he was just dancing. Maybe that's how people danced in clubs - pressed together, grinding, hands everywhere. Maybe I was reading too much into it because I was inexperienc
Sheila's POVInside the club, everything was sensory overload. Laser lights cut through artificial fog, the bass made my ribs vibrate, and bodies were packed so tight on the dance floor it looked like one writhing mass. The air smelled like sweat, perfume, and something sweet I couldn't identify.Zuki navigated through the crowd like she'd been here before, pulling me behind her until we reached the bar. She had to yell to get the bartender's attention over the music."Six shots of tequila," she ordered."Six?" I protested. "Zuki, no. I don't want to drink. I'm not very good with alcohol.""Just a few for confidence," she insisted as the bartender lined up the glasses. "Come on, you need to loosen up. You're standing like someone's pointing a gun at you.""Maybe because I feel out of place.""That's because you're thinking too much." She pushed a shot glass into my hand. "Drink. Stop thinking."Against my better judgment, I took the shot. It burned worse than anything I knew, making
Sheila's POV"Let me drive," Zuki begged for what had to be the tenth time since we'd gotten in the car. She was practically bouncing in the passenger seat, her hand reaching for the wheel every time we stopped at a red light."No," I said firmly, swatting her hand away as she tried again. "For the last time, no.""Come on, Sheila. Just for a few blocks. I promise I'll be careful.""You don't have a driver's license," I reminded her, checking my mirrors as I switched lanes. "That's not just a suggestion, it's the law.""Who cares? It's night and it's Vegas." She gestured at the glittering lights surrounding us. "Look around. Half these people are probably driving drunk. At least I'm sober.""The police care," I said. "And my mother, who's on another business trip, will definitely care if we get arrested. Can you imagine that phone call? 'Hi Mom, calling from jail because I let Zuki drive without a license."Zuki slumped dramatically in her seat. "Your mom's always gone anyway. Would s
Sheila’s POVA week later, I came home to find a black dress laid out on my bed like a threat.It was simple. Soft black fabric, short sleeves with a skirt that hit mid‑thigh, and a neckline a little lower than anything I’d ever worn outside the house.Zuki appeared in my doorway, arms crossed. “Tonight,” she said. “We test you in the wild.”“In the what?” I asked.“The wild,” she repeated. “A club. Music. Strangers. Lights. Real field conditions.”“I’m underage,” I said nervously.“It’s an 18+ place,” she replied, laughing. “They just X your hand so you can’t drink. Relax, we’re not getting arrested.”I stared at the dress. “I’m not wearing that.”“Yes, you are,” she said. “You’ll wear it with the boots we bought and the jacket you like so you don’t feel naked.”She walked over, picked up the dress, and held it to my front. “Trust me.”I swallowed. “Why do we need a club, exactly?”“Because,” she said, “you’ve practiced in safe spaces. Cafés, Bobby’s room, texts. All with a safety ne







