The paparazzi were out in full force tonight. All of the greasy, bottom-feeding photographers were camped by every entrance of LUXurious, the club where Lexy was performing. Vivi had no trouble finding the place. All she had to do was follow the flashing light bulbs of the cameras. It promised to be a star-studded evening.
Vivi usually hated going out, and going to clubs. She would have rather stayed home with her Jack and Cokes and her work. But this was her sister’s night, and she was proud of Lexy.
The club even had the velvet rope of doom up, with a long, long line of people waiting to get in. Vivi handed the keys to her Ferrari to the valet, flashing him a great big smile as she went by. She waved to the photographers as she bypassed the line, and into the club.
Inside, it looked like a circus freak show. The atmosphere was the same. The wait staff was even in elaborate costumes, tamer versions of some of Lexy’s favorites. Many of her fans who had already established their places at the foot of the stage were in costume as well. Vivi looked a little out of place in a tee-shirt with her sister’s face on it, leggings, and knee high sneakers. She crossed the floor, feeling many eyes on her. Lexy’s fans were Viv’s fans as well, most of the time.
She ignored them, and the rather lame opening act who was struggling onstage to maintain the crowd’s attention. Her attention was on the bar, and the collection of men hanging around it. It was like someone had assembled nearly every one of her conquests and packaged them in a grocery list of hot ass.
Simon was her first, and a former co-star, the only one so far whom she’d had any kind of sexual chemistry with. He’d starred in a wildly popular television show about aliens and conspiracies. Recently, word had gotten out that he’d been sleeping with women other than his wife, and he was supposed to be in rehab for sexual addiction. Rehab being her apartment every couple of weeks.
There was Jade, the well-endowed abstract artist who she’d sexed on a canvas covered in paint. It had taken her nearly a full week to wash the paint out of her hair and orifices. The resulting artwork now hung in her beach house.
Then there was Joe, a model who had lost a leg in some kind of car accident a few years ago. He never spoke of it, though. They’d enjoyed sushi picnics from time to time, curled up on her living room floor. The things that man could do with a pair of chopsticks…
Tru, from the pop band Dreem, was also seated at the bar, flirting with a cocktail waitress. The guy could stun a woman into dropping her panties just by looking at her with his intense blue eyes, which Viv had fallen prey to on several occasions. Not that she minded of course. He was young and insatiable; so was she.
She paused a moment, before going to the bar to put in her drink order for the night. There was one extra at the bar tonight, and she couldn’t see his face. She grabbed her first Jack and coke of the night, and turned towards the stage. Now it was getting ready for Lexy’s show, with the stage hands setting up the props and getting the instruments ready.
She stretched and turned back to the bar, turning to check out the men grabbing their drinks.
“It’s like an episode of This is Your Life, isn’t it?” Vivi blinked and turned towards the voice. “Hello, Garrett.”
“Or you could start a new television show called Who’s Under My Skirt?” Garrett said, nonchalant as he sipped his glass of cranberry juice. “Oh, wait. You don’t do television, you’re a movie star, my bad.”
“How did you…?” Vivi was stunned, how had he known about her?
“Oh, it’s no surprise. They were all excited to see you tonight.” He shrugged, and turned back to watch the stage. She glared at him, and glanced back at the men at the bar. None of them were getting any ass from her for at least a month for talking in public.
She took her drink, and headed backstage to wish her sister a good show. Lexy was there, being zipped up into a body suit, with the rest of her costume propped up on a nearby wall.
“VIVI!” Lexy grinned and ran to her, giving her a big, latexy hug. “You made it! How was your flight home?”
“Well, let me put it this way, Sookie’s flight won’t get in for another hour. You have that long to put on a show before my Blackberry starts going insane.”
Lexy laughed, and took a sip from her sister’s drink. “Good for you. God, how can you drink this stuff? It’s like drinking coke-flavored rubbing alcohol.”
“It gives the desired effect.”
“Still yucky.” Lexy stuck out her tongue, and sipped from her own water bottle. “Now, I looked out at the bar earlier, and saw all those yummy boys…”
“Don’t. They’ve all been sharing war stories in one way, shape, or form. Garrett’s been listening in on them.”
“Oh! He’s here!” Lexy looked like a little kid on Christmas. “I didn’t get a chance to chat him up at Christmas. I’ll lay it on thick for him tonight.”
“Oh Sweet Buddha please no.” Vivi said, laughing. “I don’t know, there’s just something so… off-putting about him. I feel so weird around him.”
“OOooooh, you really like him.”
“I do not! Well, not really. Every time I see him, we just exchange a whole lot of sarcasm, instead of bodily fluids.” She didn’t add that she kind of liked it that way.
“God, woman. Get to it then! Or someone else is going to snap him up. I wanna hear about all sorts of fluid exchange in the near future.”
“You’re disgusting.”
“You love it. And I know you, Miss Adaptable.”
“Get out of my sight.”
“It’s my dressing room!”
They both glared at each other, each getting up their tip toes to stare each other down. After a few moments of this, they both collapsed into giggles.
“Have fun out there, will ya?” Vivi said, kissing her sister’s cheek.
“I always do!”
With that, Vivi went back out the dance floor to watch the show.
Lexy was amazing. She’d been lifted up onto the stage through a trapdoor, and immediately launched into her routine. The pulsing dance music shook the club’s wall. Viv could feel the bass in her chest, and it made her shiver with pleasure. The music wrapped around her in a electro-disco blanket, and kept her very warm while she got down on the dance floor.
Tru had come up behind her at one point, grinding up close to her with his hands rubbing her elsewhere. She encouraged it, turning around to face him, and returned the favor. It didn’t take very long before he was dragging her through the crowd and into the bathroom for a quickie. The man came prepared, Vivi found out, finding his condoms in their usual place in his wallet.
Sex in public wasn’t something new to them. Viv wasted no time in shedding her panties and leggings, and bending over a toilet for him. They had to be quick, lest they be caught. The thrill of possibly being caught got Vivi so hot and bothered, she climaxed quickly, biting her lip to keep from crying out.
When Tru finished, he pulled her up by her hair, tangling his fingers in it. He kissed her hard, and gave her bottom a smack before he left to clean himself up. Vivi took her time to re-apply her make up, and headed back out onto the dance floor before he did.
She emptied what was left of her drink, and headed back to the bar for a refill. She stretched herself out, feeling good and relaxed after her bathroom delights. The bartender winked at her and handed her another Jack and coke. When she turned around to head back out to dance, she bumped into someone’s chest, spilling her drink over them.
“…The fuck? This had better not stain.” Garrett said, as Vivi dove for a stack of napkins to clean him off.
“I’m so sorry, really I am!” She said, trying to get as much of the drink off his shirt. He rolled his eyes, and bit his lip as he grabbed the napkins himself.
“This was a gift from the President of Japan, I’ll have you know.”
Vivi closed her eyes, feeling the alcohol fuzz up her brain. “Then send me your dry-cleaning bill, here’s my number…” She said, scribbling down her phone number on a napkin. “But, I think the President of Japan would be rather put off you would wear a gift of his to a bar.”
Garrett raised an eyebrow, "Yes, well," he snapped towards Vivi, "you should know that tonight was more than just a simple trip to a bar." he growled, "and I believe I did say I accepted the apology? Or did I not say that? No, I did, so step out of the way or do something useful at least like buy me another fucking drink." He took her number and shoved it into his pocket.
“Are you so desperate to wear your next drink?” She said, glaring at him. “Apologies aren’t usually followed by a stare down, you know. Here’s your drink.” She said, slipping a five into his pants front pocket and patting it gently. She turned and headed back to the dance floor, ready to push that encounter out of her mind. It left her aching for more though.
Soon, Simon grabbed her hand and spun her around, so he could face her and whisper a fantasy or two into her ear. The images he described all but pushed thoughts of Garrett from her mind. As Simon danced her over to a private booth, she could feel Garrett’s eyes on them, burning into the back of her head.
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