Page 2 of Giovanni the Savage

"You know what will make this night even more interesting?"

I cover my mouth with my hand as my laughter sizzles out.

"What?"

"Having drinks and partying with your best friend in the fucking world!" she yells, causing people to stare.

"You're right," I admit, and she hugs me.

I can feel the nerves drain from my body in her arms, but I also feel excitement filtering in.

So, what if I get seen? Tonight is about having fun and enjoying my first night here.

"That's my girl."

We flash our IDs and step into the club.

The loud music and bright purple lights instantly assault me as I step in. We walk through the carpeted hallway up to the club's main floor.

It's an expansive room with soaring ceilings and opulent furnishings. Chandeliers hang from the ceilings, and the walls are adorned with works of art of half-naked women and the likes. On the right side is an extravagant bar area with an expansive wine cellar, and there's an arrangement of plush velvet couches with some men seated on them. Their eyes are feasting on the dancers on stage as they're throwing comments and dollar bills at them. The air smells of fine cigars and expensive perfumes.

It's so luxurious I feel out of place in my leather skirt, crop top, and sneakers. I suddenly regret not wearing the silk dress Ashley had picked out.

"Wow," I breathe.

"I know, right?" Ashley says at the top of her voice.

It's not like I blame her; the music is loud enough to drown our voices.

"Isn't this too much?" I scream back as she weaves through the dancers with me tailing behind her.

"What? The club or the people?"

"Both."

For fuck’s sake, it looks like we'll spend not less than two hundred dollars for a bottle of wine.

"Learn to live life for once, Lu." She clutches my hand tighter.

"We won't be living once we get kicked out of here," I yell in her ear.

"Let's get drinks."

She steers us toward the bar area while my eyes scan the shiny countertop and barstools.

Ashley acts like she's at home and props her ass on one of the bar stools.

While I'm tall and slender with a bubble butt and perky boobs, Ashley is short and thick with a round ass and boobs that are almost spilling out of her blouse.

I've got long dark hair flowing down my back in healthy waves, while Ashley is on a bob that she dyes so often I can't tell her natural hair color anymore.

What we have in common, however, is grace and confidence, but right now, my eyes are flitting through the club at intervals, scared to be recognized.

I'm enjoying the night, and I don't want it to be over just yet.

Ashley whistles seductively, and the bartender slides over to her, a dazzling smile stretching his face.

He's a tall, dark man with tattoos lining every inch of his exposed skin. He has two piercings on his nose and one on his brow. Judging from how Ashley runs her eyes down, I can tell she's impressed. Either that, or she's trying to get us free drinks.

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