The club

Faris

Well all have decided for a celebration for both the amazing studio and the performance. I think it will be great to let some steam off. Mike and Ryan are completely wasted, and while I’m entertained, I’m also incredibly annoyed. They’ll end up in jail tonight. No doubt about it.

I laugh as one of the girls rolls her eyes and walks away from Mike after whatever he whispers in her ear. He holds his hands up innocently, seeming genuinely confused by her walk-off response.

He recovers quickly and finds a new girl to stalk, so I return to sipping my beer and scanning the scene. I came out tonight to have fun, and all I’ve done is think about Sierra, she is past and it has been long. I don't know why I always come to her or what has been left because there was nothing between us to start with in the first place.

We drove all the way to come to a bar where the women didn’t know the two idiots I call my band members. Their reputations are steadily growing. Mike is the one who plays bass and Ryan who is also Rebel's twin brother is the guitarist and instrument player while Rebel is the drummer and while I am the lead singer, Tyler is the rhythm guitarist. Mike and Ryan like to fuck over and needs women like they need air for breathing, nothing serious but just fucking and some nonsensical shit. Tyler is no other than both but yeah good looks can do charms and one more perk of being singers and musicians women are easily available.

Sierra. Fuck. I have to stop thinking about her, and everything I think about is somehow tied to her. There’s nothing I can say, do, or even think that doesn’t trigger some sort of connection to the girl I chased for too many years. I need to get drunk. And I need a distraction a female distraction. Someone who doesn’t look the least little bit like the girl who refuses to leave my dreams. I need to stop thinking about her and yeah it's been a while getting laid. I need to find someone before the night is over. I need to stop thinking about her and focus more on my music since after so long we are finally getting the recognition we deserve and there is still a long way to reach where I want to see myself and my band.

As the beers keep coming, I get a little tipsy. The more I drink, the better. It’ll numb my mind.

My distraction serves itself up on a mouthwatering platter. Dark hair touches a small waist, crossed tan legs are beautifully exposed, and a tight little short dress catches my eyes. She is looking beautiful from behind, the ass sure is worth watching. I have to have her. 

She looks to be alone, which is perfect. That means I won’t need a wingman to distract her friend, and I won’t have to deal with some guy she might be with. I hope she doesn't have a boyfriend or even if she has, maybe I can borrow her for tonight. I will make it worth the while.

She’s all the way at the bar, and I’m in the far back. This booth is perfect, because I can view her sexy profile. I can’t see her face from this angle because her hair is in the way, but judging by the way every guy in here keeps glancing her way, trying to gather the courage to approach her, I’m confident she’s going to be just as hot from the front as she is from the side. I am already getting hard just by looking at her from her back

She dismisses the first guy who finally has the balls to take a shot, and I grin. She’s not going to be easy prey. All the better as they say the more hard to chase the more fun it is. 

The bartender slides a drink in front of her from one of her admirers most likely, because she shakes her head to refuse it, and he carries it over to a sulking man. My grin only grows.

This is going to be fun. Well coming to this club might actually be not so bad after all. We all need a break once in a while and even though I don't prefer fucking all the time with women I don't know but I do need it from time to time. It releases the steam and eases the excess pressure we have because of our work.

Now I just need a plan to go up to her and charm her, well the Faris I know is better at this than anyone else. I know they are not immune to my charms and smile, so I believe. I just need to be there and start a conversation and within a few minutes she would take me to her bedroom. I know women can't resist me, must be sounding full of myself but never had been rejected.

***

Sierra

I was having a day off and was peacefully sleeping when my friends barged in wanting to go clubbing, I just wanted to sleep but they don't like to see me having a peaceful nap.

"Sierra, come on. You have to wear this, we are going to a club," said my friend Kate what I call her, short for Kaitlyn.

No I can't you know I don't like anything that is bling and it's too flashy for my taste. It would suit you better Kate and you would rock this dress. 

"Ok then try this designer dress you have to wear it. You would look gorgeous. I've specially searched  for this designer piece and this one looks like it has been designed it for you. No one would be able to take their eyes off you.

"It's perfect black sleeve less dress up to mid thigh and it would hug you like a second skin and plus it would do justice to your perfect curves, you will be looking gorgeous in it," said Kate handing me the dress.

The dress is pretty classy and beautiful, I love it's print and the way it has been designed. It is a bit short and revealing but it's fine, I never have been a shy girl. I wear what I like and short dresses are fine with me until they make me look good. 

"We are getting laid and you are going to be my wingman," she said smirking

"No, we are not," I have work tomorrow and can't just go around fucking people or help you get laid. We have come back early.

"You are going to be busy tomorrow and you don't even have time for me. It's been so long since we ever go out on date or got laid, please Sierra you have to help me out here or else I am going to die of boredom ," she said in a pleading tone.

God! She always does this , she knew I can't say no to her when she gets all emotional and make those puppy eyes. She looks so cute but she is so mean for making me do this.

"I hate you" I said to her because she always makes me do this 

" I love you too" comes her knowing reply telling me that I can't really hate her.

"Come on hurry up our ride will be here any minute," she said planning everything ahead.

"Yes I'm going to change, what do you think will match this dress. I don't have any heels for this one," I said looking in my closet for some nice heels which would suit this dress. 

"I have the perfect heels for them. I've purchased them just last week," she removing some boxes and some other accessories.

"Oh Kate, you are just amazing," I said to her while finding the perfect heels for the occasion.

"These both go together very well," I said eyeing myself in the mirror.

"I know I'm amazing," said Kate doing her make up.

She is actually looking really good in the shimmery gold one piece with smokey eyes combining it with Louis Vuitton heels.

And just on time there is a bang on the door. Guess our ride is here.

***

We are finally in some club that Kate has picked up. The place seems to be crowded. People getting wasted and some just carelessly fucking.

Why did I come here? I don’t know. I guess I just wanted to be out, enjoy myself a bit and away from everyone who knows me. It’s fun to be someone mysterious instead of being the usual me handling and managing a huge record label. The work is just too much and the shitty and moody bands and their members, the mood swings they have. Ughhhh... I needed to have some time off and hence I am here, some club I don't know that well. 

I am Sierra Jane, assistant manager at High Zone Records. It is one of the top labels to have been signed by. Musicians and bands are ready to die just to be signed by us. I have always admired the music industry and wanted to do something in it, as I am not a good singer and lyricist, I thought I might as well be someone who somehow is related to music industry. 

I am the assistant manager and the work is just too much. My schedule has been busy and hectic and exhausting. I rarely get to have a day off and whatever time I get I spend it getting my chores done, meet my family and friends or have a good and long nap because I don't have enough time to sleep.

Though the work is hectic, I enjoy it and love it unless I am handle mood swings of the clients. They can be real nuts sometimes

“Is this seat taken?” a deep voice asks from beside me.

I barely turn to see the guy who doesn’t even come close to being my type. Is that... makeup? There is definitely some eye make up done and the lipstick shade and foundation. He looks like he spends more time getting ready than I do.

“It will be when I find someone I want to talk to,” I mutter, refusing to grant him any more of my attention.

“That’s rude,” he scoffs.

“It’d be ruder to lead you on, let you waste your money on drinks for me, and then leave with someone I would rather be with. Don’t you think?” I ask, feeling somewhat bitchy. Old habits die hard. I’ve been the Ice Queen for too long, but damn... How can I play nice with wolves?

He walks away after several attempts to try a new angle and I’m left in peace once more. I want someone to be interested in me, not just what I look like naked. Of course... this dress and this bar probably weren’t the best ways to get that sort of interest. In all fairness, I’m probably judging too harshly.

I came here to get laid but not finding someone suitable. I want some good muscle and abs with a good face, it has been long since I've had cardio and intend to make the most out of it. 

I try to look around for Kate but she seems to not be here, I hope she got what she came for and having a good time.