two of his bouncers escorting the woman out of the club. Each bouncer was given specific orders to throw out anyone who couldn’t control their alcohol and women were no exception.
Reggie grabbed his suit jacket and headed for the exit. Usually he never shits where he eats, but tonight he just couldn’t let the drunk blonde slip through the cracks. He exited his office and trotted downstairs to where Lisa stood talking to one of the club promoters “Something just came up. I have to go, I’ll call you in the morning,” he told, Lisa when he made it downstairs then quickly made his exit.
Don’t Do It
The lady with the blonde hair only made it a couple of blocks away from the club before she was throwing up again. She ran in between two parked cars and let it out in a painful sounding heap. The cocaine, alcohol, and heat all combined wasn’t a good mixture for the young lady. She sat down on the curb trying to gather her thoughts and take in some fresh air when a black 911 Porsche pulled up to a stop directly in front of her. The blonde woman eyed the fancy car hoping it may of been someone she knew, but the tint were so dark she couldn’t see inside the car.
The woman spit on the ground when the passenger window to the Porsche slowly rolled down. “You alright?” The driver asked.
“Do I look okay?” Blonde slurred with an attitude.
“It’s late why don’t you let me give you a ride home,” the driver offered.
“Fuck off asshole,” she waved the driver off. She figured he was just some rich creep looking to have easy sex with her because she was drunk.
“You’re in no condition to be out here by yourself,” the driver pressed. “I’ll give you a ride home free of charge.”
Blonde was just about to curse the driver out when all of a sudden it began to pour down raining out of nowhere. Within five second, she was drenched. Blonde quickly hopped up off the curb and hopped in the passenger seat of the Porsche.
“Reggie,” the driver held out his hand.
“Melissa,” blonde shook his hand, as the Porsche pulled away from the curb in a hurry.
“Hungry?”
“Not really I just want to go home and get some rest,” Melissa said with a slight attitude. “Can you believe those assholes at the club kicked me out?”
“Really?” Reggie asked faking ignorance. “Why did they do that?”
“Because I threw up one time,” she fumed. “One bottle of water and I would of been fine,”
“There’s another party going on tonight over on the west side if you’re interested,” Reggie threw it out there hoping that Melissa would take the bait.
Melissa sucked her teeth. “Dude I’m covered in throw up, I’m not going nowhere like this,” she huffed. “What are you some kind of weirdo or something?”
“I understand,” Reggie said as he drove. He tolerated Melissa’s disrespect because he knew the payoff was going to be great. “Your address?” He turned and looked at, Melissa. He pretended to punch her address in the GPS as she slurred it out.
Fifteen minutes into the drive, Reggie looked over and saw that, Melissa was knocked out cold. All he could do was shake his head at her stupidity. Ten minutes later, he pulled up to his mansion and killed the engine. He turned and shook Melissa until she stirred awake.
“Where are we?” Melissa asked in a dry voice.
“I had to stop by the house real quick to grab something,” Reggie told her. “I’ll only be a second.”
Melissa stepped out the Porsche and stretched her legs. “This your house?”
Reggie nodded. “Sure is.”
Melissa’s eyes went from the big house to the expensive suit that Reggie had on. “So what are you like some rich Wall street geek or something?”
Reggie opened the front door and ignored Melissa’s last question. He’d had about enough of her mouth. “Make yourself at home I just have to grab something from upstairs. I’ll be right back,” he said before disappearing around the
Reggie grabbed his suit jacket and headed for the exit. Usually he never shits where he eats, but tonight he just couldn’t let the drunk blonde slip through the cracks. He exited his office and trotted downstairs to where Lisa stood talking to one of the club promoters “Something just came up. I have to go, I’ll call you in the morning,” he told, Lisa when he made it downstairs then quickly made his exit.
Don’t Do It
The lady with the blonde hair only made it a couple of blocks away from the club before she was throwing up again. She ran in between two parked cars and let it out in a painful sounding heap. The cocaine, alcohol, and heat all combined wasn’t a good mixture for the young lady. She sat down on the curb trying to gather her thoughts and take in some fresh air when a black 911 Porsche pulled up to a stop directly in front of her. The blonde woman eyed the fancy car hoping it may of been someone she knew, but the tint were so dark she couldn’t see inside the car.
The woman spit on the ground when the passenger window to the Porsche slowly rolled down. “You alright?” The driver asked.
“Do I look okay?” Blonde slurred with an attitude.
“It’s late why don’t you let me give you a ride home,” the driver offered.
“Fuck off asshole,” she waved the driver off. She figured he was just some rich creep looking to have easy sex with her because she was drunk.
“You’re in no condition to be out here by yourself,” the driver pressed. “I’ll give you a ride home free of charge.”
Blonde was just about to curse the driver out when all of a sudden it began to pour down raining out of nowhere. Within five second, she was drenched. Blonde quickly hopped up off the curb and hopped in the passenger seat of the Porsche.
“Reggie,” the driver held out his hand.
“Melissa,” blonde shook his hand, as the Porsche pulled away from the curb in a hurry.
“Hungry?”
“Not really I just want to go home and get some rest,” Melissa said with a slight attitude. “Can you believe those assholes at the club kicked me out?”
“Really?” Reggie asked faking ignorance. “Why did they do that?”
“Because I threw up one time,” she fumed. “One bottle of water and I would of been fine,”
“There’s another party going on tonight over on the west side if you’re interested,” Reggie threw it out there hoping that Melissa would take the bait.
Melissa sucked her teeth. “Dude I’m covered in throw up, I’m not going nowhere like this,” she huffed. “What are you some kind of weirdo or something?”
“I understand,” Reggie said as he drove. He tolerated Melissa’s disrespect because he knew the payoff was going to be great. “Your address?” He turned and looked at, Melissa. He pretended to punch her address in the GPS as she slurred it out.
Fifteen minutes into the drive, Reggie looked over and saw that, Melissa was knocked out cold. All he could do was shake his head at her stupidity. Ten minutes later, he pulled up to his mansion and killed the engine. He turned and shook Melissa until she stirred awake.
“Where are we?” Melissa asked in a dry voice.
“I had to stop by the house real quick to grab something,” Reggie told her. “I’ll only be a second.”
Melissa stepped out the Porsche and stretched her legs. “This your house?”
Reggie nodded. “Sure is.”
Melissa’s eyes went from the big house to the expensive suit that Reggie had on. “So what are you like some rich Wall street geek or something?”
Reggie opened the front door and ignored Melissa’s last question. He’d had about enough of her mouth. “Make yourself at home I just have to grab something from upstairs. I’ll be right back,” he said before disappearing around the
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