Chapter 2: Chapter 2: Friends
I fiddled my fingers with impatience waiting for Clara to show up. Patience was neither a virtue I possessed nor one I was willing to acquire. I hate waiting for things. An irony considering the fact that I almost always late.
I was about to get up and call it a night when the asshole decided to finally grace me with her presence. She was glowing, as usual. Her long box braids were carefully pulled into a bun with few strands left to frame her tiny oval face. Her big brown doe eyes were framed by long lashes, I was desperately jealous of. Her thick well shaped eye brows, tiny nose and thick lips set her apart from any crowd. Clara was a beauty and she knew it. She was every inch a Gemini. She was also the only bitch who could tolerate me and vice versa, my best friend.
We met at an karaoke bar. I had literally just gotten out of a relationship, it had been exactly five hours since my boyfriend had walked in on me tonguing his best friend's neck while dry humping him. He had been livid, understandably so, and threw me out. After an hour of regret and another hour of sorrow, I got all dressed up and went to sing my heart out. The karaoke bar had all the crowd favorite and I picked 'bust your window' by Jasmine Sullivan. I am a hypocrite, so what.
A line into the song and a random female from the audience decided to hop into my session. I contemplated throwing her off stage but I was feeling generous or maybe guilty that night so I let it slide. She had a mediocre voice that complemented my slightly above average voice perfectly. I invited her to my table and three tequila shots later she was giving me her life story. Turns out much like myself she had been caught in an embarrassing situation. Around the same time I was caught red handed, she had also been caught with her tongue down her boyfriend's younger sister's throat. Needless to she was shown the door after which she came to release her stress. Her Chaotic bisexual energy was in sync with mine and just like that we decided to be problematic together.
"Oh my god! You look amazing! Not better than me but you could pull a lot of guys with that look."
She wasn't wrong . I had opted for little black strapless dress. The dress had a solid bottom piece with a low cut at the back and laces holding the front together. My hair had been nearly braided into a ghanian high pony tail that extended all the way to my ass. I had never had any trouble getting attention. I wasn't a classic beauty like Clara, my feature individually were unappealing by the societies beauty standards. My dark skin, my monolid eyes, my tiny nose with a high bridge gave me a perpetual baby face that transformed into sexy with a bit of make up. My silhouette on the other hand was nothing short of art. I love my hours glass figure and when dressed properly it had most people drooling.
"You are late! I've waited for hours."
"I was late by ten minutes. Don't exaggerate, last week I waited for an hour for you and what did you do? nothing, not even an apology" she said adjusting her position as a waiter put down two menus on the table. I grabbed the drinks menu while she perused the food menu. After switching our menus and placing our orders. She paused glaring at me with raised brows. I knew what she was waiting for so I did what any good Kenyan friend would. I changed the subject. I may be hyper selfaware but that did not mean I took responsibility for my transgressions.
"So where are we going to turn it up?" I asked sipping my long island while peaking at her from the rim of my glass. She raised her left brow knowing fully well I was changing the subject. She, however, probably against her better judgment took the bait. Raising her own margarita to her lips she took a long draft from the straw before setting it on the coaster.
"I was thinking about area 51 and before you ask yes there are both Male and female strippers there." she quickly added before I got a word in, knowing I would consider it an added advantage. What can I say, I happen to enjoy sampling the best of both worlds and who better to enjoy it with than my best friend.
"Okay. Now that that's settled, who did you terrorize this week?" I asked leaning against my chair to make room for the waiter to set down my food. I inhaled the aroma wafting from my steaming pasta forking into it as soon as it landed in the table.
"Well somebody is hungry!" She laughed as I cut into the piece of stake that was laid out next to my pasta. I moaned throwing my head back as the flavors melted into my mouth.
"This is so good." I said in between mouthfuls. She shook her head at me taking a tentative bite off her smoked pork ribs. I watched as had a foodgasm.
"So...?" I probed and it took her a minute to recall my question.
"Nobody. I don't go around instilling terror among the peasants." She dead panned as if her job wasn't to terrorize and dominate men into submission.
When I first learned that Clara was a dominatrix I was beyond thrilled. While most people like to judge and call out other who have chosen atypical career, I reveled in the bizzare. I thought it was cool and I had told her as much to which she gracious offered to gave me a your of her dungeon. A mistake on her part because at the end of that day I was convinced that the dungeon was to be my new home. She rejected me outright of course and stood her ground no matter how many times I begged and it was numerous times. I can't speak for any other dominatrix, but when it comes to Clara getting someone to submit to her every demand gave her a high nothing else could. Especially if her submissive was a brat. She liked it when they put up a fight.
"Yeah right! Not even you believe that."
"Whatever! I met someone last week. Oh my god she looks so good. I've had her in my mind all week."
"Her or her brother?" I interjected. Clara raised her brows at me feigning indignation before giving up on trying to pretend. Clara had a thing for siblings. She almost always ended up sleeping with the siblings of the people she dated.
"She doesn't have a brother. She has a twin sister."
"You realize there is a special cave in hell just for you."
"Said 'Miss I am not dating anyone but has had two men propose and a lesbian willing to come out to her homophobic parents' in the past months alone."
"Those are not my fault. I was very clear when we started fucking that that, was all there would ever be between us. It is not my fault they went and fell for me."
"Bestie if there's a cave for me in hell, there's one for you right next to mine."
"At least we will be together in hell."
"A toast to going to hell together. May the road be paved with sex and money."
She raised her glass and we toasted to hell. After stuffing our faces with delicious food and three glasses each of our respective cocktails we decided it was time to hit the streets. It was a short drive to area 51 and when we got there it was already packed. Fan fact about my peers, they have the ability to party for three days straight without taking breaks in between. Area 51 was a fairly new club and as such it was the newest joint which in my country was synonymous with the hottest joint in town. Not one to be left behind the club had also joined the trend of hosting 'weekendavaganza'. This was a term coined by the youth of my country to stand for ragers that lasted all weekend long. The weekendavaganza was usually launched on Friday in the respective club and the session would last through out Saturday and end at eleven on Sunday. So while we were just getting in, half of the crowd had been in here since Friday night.
We made our way to the crowded bar and after failing to get the bartenders attention we settled for hailing one of the shot girls. We had six shots of tequila each before heading to the dance floor. The sweating gyrating bodies on the limited dance floor coupled with the copious amounts of alcohol being distributed in the club and the different perfumes of the party goers melded together to create the heady scent of freedom. We danced for hours taking only tequila breaks for more faux energy and bathroom breaks to create room for more tequila.
At around one in the morning, were given a break as the scheduled strip tease commenced. The first show consisted of girls who were exactly my type. There was a impressively tall light skinned dancer her height exaggerated by the pink ten inch pair of heels she had on. She was curvy in all the right places and small in the places that mattered. I couldn't decide wether I wanted to be her or fuck her. The other dancer was on the shorter and darker side. She also had pink ten inch heels that brought her to an average height. She has a small perky frame that I could easily envision bouncing in my laps. They were both beautiful and sexily dressed, their presence hailed thunderous applause as the music was cued. The ten minute sexy upbeat strip had everyone's voice sore as they screamed on top of the lungs.
The next team consisted of two insanely hot twins. Clara had, without a doubt, the loudest the loudest cheer. The twin dancers were dancing to 'wet the bed' by Chris Brown. Unlike the girls the boys requested for participants from the audience. One minute I was seated and the next I was on stage as Clara practically carried me. The music number started and we were given the sexiest strip tease either one of had ever received. I could say it was the best we would ever receive but judging by the way Clara was gazing into the dancers eyes as she practically drooled all over him it would not to be the last for her.
Weekly Power Status
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Ranking 
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