My Bully
We made our way towards a group of girls dancing around a pole, dressed in the most revealing outfits I had ever seen.
I couldn't believe we were really doing this, but I trusted Henry.
He pointed at a girl, I followed his finger and my eyes landed on a mesmerizing sight.
A girl, with the most beautiful and luscious blonde hair, cascading down her shoulders, framing her face perfectly. Her light blue eyes were like two sparkling gemstones, shining brightly under the neon lights of the club.
As she danced to the music, her plump and cherry-red lips moved in perfect synchrony, drawing my attention to her every move.