I was interrupted from my thoughts when I realized that everyone was staring at me. I thought for sure I had been busted staring at her, but it turns out that they had called me up there to represent the women from our club to accept the trophy for the sexiest women. I strutted up on the stage to accept the award. My body looked amazing I must say. Many thought my breasts were fake, but they are real just perky and I must say that it’s hard for a woman with D’s to pull that off with a small waist leading to nice round hips. What they didn’t know was that I did every sport that anyone could think of growing up and now I took a pole dancing class and mixed martial arts to stay in shape. I stood well over six feet with those heels on, but heels or no heels I was tall. I scanned the crowd and once again she caught my eye, but I couldn’t stare too long cause her lover was standing by her and mines was looking at me. After a few more pictures I headed to the club’s table to sit down the trophy and head to the floor with my girls. Motorcycle events are known for being very raunchy and this was no different. There was freaky dancing, people making out with groupies, and then you had the bold ones off in a dark corner somewhere having sex while they’re significant others were back at home. We all had a code, whatever happens at an event stays there, no one is allowed to bring the drama back home with us, the club is not responsible for their actions. My girls and I were out showing our asses on the dance floor, from reggae to R & B, to hip hop. We never left the floor. My favorite part of the nights were the dance contests, a lot of the ladies from the club including myself were from the islands, so we partied like we were still there. That night we gave everybody a show. We grinded on each other, other men and women, our members, even the DJ got in on the action. Throughout the night I would glance her way and find her looking at me with lust in her eyes. By the end of the night we were all feeling good and ready for whatever happened next. The party continued in one of the president’s suite upstairs.
There I was kind of laid back, I had a good buzz and horny as hell. But I couldn’t find my boyfriend for nothing in the world that’s when I figured that he had left with some groupie by now. I was ready to leave but had to stop to use the bathroom first. Before I even reached the bathroom, I could hear the moans coming from the other side of the door, so now I had to walk to find the bathroom on the floor. As I opened the door to go inside there she was about to come out, I gave her a quick smile and brushed right passed her before I pissed all over myself. As I went to dry my hands I looked up and there she was standing there waiting on me. We formally introduced ourselves, her name was Heather, kind of weird cause I would’ve thought that she would’ve changed it to something more masculine. Heather and I stayed in the bathroom for hours just talking about any and everything. Not once did we stop to think about what time it was or was anyone concern on our whereabouts. Hell, I don’t think that even noticed that we were gone. Just as the thought popped in my head it quickly vanished when here phone started to ring. The way she looked at it and rolled her eyes I could tell that it was her friend.
“Do you have to go?” I asked hoping she would say yes because the thoughts running through my head were very impure and I couldn’t think why I was having these thoughts about her.
“No, I don’t have to go. She’ll be alright.”
“Her, is she the secretary from the club?” Why did I care? Why was I starting to feel jealous. I guess she picked up on my frustrations and started to laugh. I didn’t find anything funny about this.
“It’s okay to feel that way. I mean it’s only natural,” Heather said with a slight grin.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” I lied.
“I mean we have been in this bathroom for hours just talking about any and everything. It’s okay to be jealous.”
“I’m not jealous. Look it’s getting late and we have to get up in a few hours for the fundraiser ride. So I guess I’ll see you there.”
“I hope so and I can’t wait to see you in a bikini.”
I hurried out of the bathroom and up to my room so that I could get some sleep. It was no surprise to me walking in my room to see my boyfriend not there, he probably fell asleep in some random girl’s bed. I’m so glad that he’s not here it will give me time to think. I took a long hot shower, oiled myself down, turned on my jazz and hoped in the bed. Before I knew it I was sleep.
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