Kristen sat down with her legs on the table and cigarettes at the corner of her lips. A bottle of champagne was on her right hand with her eyes closed and smoke puffing out from her nostril. She had been smoking and drinking for a while yet she didn't get drunk or even get tired of smoking. It's something her system was used to.
It's been over an hour since she arrived at the bar, sitting by herself was all she wanted for the evening.
Men had approached her severally but she turned every one of them down.
Her purpose of coming out tonight was to get some good sex but getting to the bar, she had a change of mind. Drinking and smoking was the only thing she could do to take her mind off the aching between her legs.
She was sitting at the farthest end of the bar off the main clubhouse where it was hard to tell what she looked like. The dim light was not doing justice to her pretty face. She was not alone, people who came for different purposes were seen doing one thing or the other. Some were with partners and some were alone like Kristen herself.
She inhaled the smoke into her lungs and slowly opened her eyes.
The night was fast approaching and soon enough the clubhouse would be filled up. It was Friday night and it was expected to be so in Little Castle.
Little Castle had to be one of the prestigious clubhouses in town. Despite being owned by one of the richest billionaires in Town, anyone was allowed to be there no matter their class and that's why Kristen could be there because she is from the average family in Town.
Little Castle has hosted Kristen for five years.
She has been coming here since she was seventeen. She has got no friends and because of that, she was seen as a bitch she had proven to be.
She can't keep you if you can't offer anything that is related to sex to her and which is why she doesn't keep female friends.
She had kept a couple of boyfriends but they ended up ditching her because they could not keep up with her taste for sex.
She has not seen anyone who had matched her in bed so she stopped keeping boyfriends and started doing flings.
For a week now she has been sex starved and her toys were not doing much for her so she decided to come to Little Castle and get high then seek for who would bed her for the night but getting to the club she changed her mind and decided to drink and smoke only.
She was dressed in this black skimpy gown that has her boobs and curves showing with long black rubber boots.
Her hair was in a messy ponytail and she had a black lip gloss smudge on her lips.
Her look is of a black Angel, except for her pretty face you might mistake her to be a demon in an Angel form.
She threw the remaining cigarettes on the floor and picked another one, lit it up, and put it back in her mouth. She was definitely feeling good and it felt like it was just her in her world with no one else.
For the better part, she has been smoking more than drinking but still, she has the bottle of champagne in her hand.
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At the entrance of the clubhouse, three dudes were seen trying to persuade the fourth one among them to go inside the clubhouse house with them.
Fredrick would rather be at home and do something worthwhile with his time than be there.
Clubbing has never been his thing but his three close friends had made jest of him earlier about him being the holiest one among them and for him to prove to them that he is as bad as they are, he had accepted to go clubbing with them but getting to the clubhouse, he had a change of mind and decided to leave but his friends would not hear of it.
"You can't tell me you are chickening out already?"
Bryan asked, almost laughing at Freddy like he had been called by his friends.
"Dude, why do you behave like a woman? No one is asking you to do anything. Just sit around and watch us do our thing. Is it too much for you to hang out with us?"
Fredrick eyed Justin who just spoke.
"Com'on dude, we are here already,"
The third guy, Larry, said frustrated.
Fredrick looked from one person to another and started walking into the clubhouse with his hands on his nose. The place reeks of smoke mixed with wine.
His friends did a victory dance behind him as they followed him in.
They got a table and settled down with Fredrick still having his hand on his nose.
"Gosh, this place stinks"
He murmured and looked up as if he was searching for something there or maybe he was searching for a breath of fresh air.
Larry stood up and walked to the counter to get drinks for them. He came back with a bottle of whiskey and four wine glass cups.
Fredrick brought his head down and watched in amazement. He did not plan to drink tonight so he did not know what the third glass was doing right there.
"Fuck off dude, it's not by force to sit with you."
They heard and turned toward the direction of the voice.
A girl in black was trying to tell a dude off but it looks like the guy was not ready to fuck off.
The three others pulled their gaze away like it was normal stuff but Fredrick had his eyes on the girl.
He felt this anger towards the dude that was pestering the girl and he stood up then headed to her table with three pairs of eyes staring after him in surprise.
"Hands off my girl, Jerk."
The guy who was trying to pull Kristen off her seat stopped and turned towards Frederick almost glaring at him. "How come she is your girl when she stated that she is single? "The guy said and wiped the sweat off his face. He stinks of alcohol and looking at him you would know he is a hooligan. His breath was reeking of cigarettes and he had bloodshot eyes. Kristen shook her head and turned her face away then continued smoking nonchalantly, like what was going on around her presence is none of her concern. "I am sure you know it's a crime to force a lady to do what she does not want. So get off and leave her alone. Who cares if she is single or not," Frederick found himself saying. He was surprised that he was taking a bullet for a lady he doesn't know. The guy scoffed and staggered away.Frederick turned towards the girl smoking, studied her for a while, and left to meet his friends. Kristen watched him leave and after a while stood up and headed to his table. S
Kristen returned a few moments later with a black rubber belt and smiled cozy at Frederick who was obviously lost in the moment. The lady standing in front of him had captured him with everything in her. She is gorgeous and a dare Devil too. His friends were nowhere to be seen. Each had left with the girls leaving only him at their table. The club was filled now and loud music could be heard and people were dancing and screaming. It was what it should be every Friday night. "Oh poor boy, your friends left you," she said and climbed onto the table. Frederick followed her every movement with his eyes. Kristen ran her tongue on her lips and pulled her gown a bit up, revealing her pinky pantie. Frederick swallowed at the sight of her pantie. He couldn't tear his eyes off her. "Do you want to know what I can do?" She asked seductively but was disappointed he did not answer her rather he moped at her. Something like this is a huge turn-off for her.She rolled her
The kiss was hot and needy, Kristen did not mind that he had to be a stranger. While she kissed him hungrily, she tugged at his shirt and ran her fingers wherever she could get skin contact with him. His shirt was restricting her from feeling him like she wanted it. She was sitting on the floor and had her hands wrapped around Frederick who was not getting enough of the kiss. Both of them were kissing so hard and breathlessly, not giving a chance to each other to let air into their lungs. It was like both were in a game of chase, each not wanting the other to win. Frederick pulled away after a few seconds and stared at the lady breathing heavily under him. She had this Victorious smirk on her face, she was giving him a secret message he is not sure he understood. Regardless of what she is telling him silently, he was rock hard and would not think twice before having hot steamy sex with her. Kristen kind of understood him and smirked again. She could sense his desire by the
Kristen had her hands on her Pussy massaging it while Frederick sucked the hell out of her. She was moaning with great pleasure which seemed to please Frederick. It got to a point, Frederick aided her after he pulled her pants halfway and started playing with her clitoris and took intervals in sucking her boobs. Kristen waited for him to do something else and it looked like he was not going to so she guarded his finger into her hole and he got the message. He pulled away from her boobs and smiled, "are you feeling good?" Feeling good wasn't the right word for Kristen, she was feeling more than good but because she wants him to do more, she kept mute and indicated he should work on her pussy. Frederick understood the message and started thrusting in with his finger after he had played with her pussy lips for a while. A finger was not enough so he added more two and thrusts at an average pace. Kristen buckled her hips to meet his thrust as she moaned loudly. No
Kristen stirred and opened her eyes. She turned and saw the stranger sleeping next to her. She did not get to know his name and he doesn't know hers. One thing she doesn't fail to do is not to give her name out in case her services are needed. She rose halfway and stared at her dress heaped on the floor. She sighed and got down from the bed and headed into the bathroom to freshen up. On her way to the bathroom, her eyes met the wall clock and the time says 12:30 am. It's already Saturday morning. She stood under the shower as the water washed every dirt on her skin Her mind was somewhere else. Her evening went well in a way she did not expect and as it is now, she is feeling good more than expected. She smiled at the memory of the past night. Sleeping with a dude she never gets to know his name has been the craziest thing she has ever done. Every one of her flings, she gets to know their names before anything can happen between them. Wrapping the inn towel around her, she stepp
The doorbell woke Frederick up and he hissed out loudly."Who the hell is disturbing my peace this morning?" He grumpily said with his eyes still closed. He got home and went to bed due to tiredness. The bell came again and he got down from the bed, picked his robe and threw it over his body, and took a long stroll out of his bedroom. He rushed down the stairs and pulled the main door open after looking through the pinhole. "You don't have to wake me up so early like this. What happened to your house?" Larry pushed him away and got inside. "Dude, you disappeared without a trace last night. I called you severally but no way so I had to come here to see if you are home or you have been killed by the black Devilish Angel" Frederick frowned deeply, causing wrinkles on his forehead. He can't believe that Larry would be in his home as early as six to ask if he has been killed or is still alive. Understandably, Larry is looking out for him but he should have called again.
Kristen sat legs crossed on the floor with her eyes glued to the big television. She was having breakfast of hot brewed Choco and plantain pizza. She was dressed in bum shorts and a creamy crop top. Good sex increases appetite. She is not a foodie but she has been eating more than required lately. There was nothing to see on the TV except some documentaries which she is not a fan but to get her mind off the image that refused to leave her mind, she decided to watch the dumb documentaries. She could change the channel but she just doesn't want to. A knock came out the door and she ignored it, it came again yet she pretended not to hear it. After several knocks, the person stopped knocking and the next second, Kristen heard the door cracking open and frowned deeply. She stood up to find who is at the door. Her living room wasn't adjacent to the main door so before she can get to the living room, she would have to go through the little dining room and go past the storeh
"Ladies of these days have no shame, I know I swear not to judge her wrongly but then this attitude of hers is not good at all. She should at least cover up and behave decently at all times whether at home or not,"Naomi soliloquized in Kristen's absence. The couch felt so hot for her because to her, being there was kind of associating with the lady Kristen is. Nothing is holding her from leaving the house, she chooses to be rooted there and in her mind, condemning the poor girl. Kristen, if gets to know what is running through her neighbor's mind, would not bother because people's opinions don't matter to her anymore. She is living her life for herself, not for anyone and it entirely gives her peace of mind to know that people talk about her behind her back and when she gets to hear, she pretends as if she doesn't hear. Not everyone can do this but she does it effortlessly and that makes her a queen of her own world. Kristen returned with a flat breakable plate and c