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Bloom is unlike any other club I’ve been to before. While the interior is strictly black and textures like velvet, all the lights are different shades of pink and purple. The floors that span up to the second and third level are see through so everyone can see anything going on in this place.
I’ve been in Bloom once before and know exactly where the VIP booths are. They’re to the left or right and are up a stairwell where they can overlook the main part of the club. Another bouncer stands at the bottom of the stairs and looks me over. He’s seen me before because he had worked at another club I often frequented in the past.. “Miss Moretti, good to see you again.”
“You as well. Is Nicola in her usual spot?” I call it her usual spot because Nicola has a habit of wanting to be in the center of everything. She’s also the type of woman who enjoys having eyes glued to her. In simpler terms, she’s an attention whore but I love her to death.
He nods once, steps to the side and I make my way up the stairwell. I pass by a group of men who are ogling their bottle service girl but when they see me every single one of their eyes are trained on me. It’s the dress, that’s for certain. I bought it online a couple weeks ago because depending on the lighting it turns multiple colors. Reminds me of a holographic type of thing.
I continue on, narrowing my eyes until I spot the duet of lovely ladies I’m headed toward. “Hey girlie!” Nicola jumps up from her seat in a soft pink bodycon dress. It’s so tight I feel like her tits are going to pop out at any second.
Phoebe is leaning back against the plush booth and smirks, her eyes planted on Nicola’s ass. She’s the definition of a bombshell blonde. If I didn’t already know she was born and raised in Seattle I’d assume she was Swedish. This type of beauty looks foreign.
I come right up to Nicola who wraps her arms around me and holds me close for a little longer than usual and pulls away with the brightest smile on her face. I look behind her to Phoebe who is the reserved one out of the two. “She looks like she’s had a few already.”
“I’m shocked she could form complete sentences when you called her.” She laughs, taking the glass of champagne from the table in front of her.
“I’m not drunk you two. Geeze, you worry too much. I can handle my liquor, ladies.” Nicola adds with a wink, smirking devilishly at the two of us.
“Oh, I know how well you can handle alcohol.” Phoebe teases, motioning with her finger for Nicola to come over. Nicola struts over and leans down to Phoebe, kissing her gently on the lips. “Come on over, Carla. You have some catching up to do.”
We stay in the club for almost two hours, ordering bottle after bottle of champagne and I dance my stress away with two of my closest friends. I’ve never really been a girl’s girl because of how women can be. I never intended to be so distrusting of them, but friends from the past had seriously fucked me over. I grew sick of it and never put any effort in keeping friendships.
Phoebe stands up after glancing down to her phone and at this point we’re all a bit lit. “We should get going. Tomorrow night Nicola’s mother is coming into town and I’m trying to convince her I’m not a gold-digging whore. She’s at least accepted her daughter is a lesbian, butstillhates me.”
“Oh honey, we have plenty of time! Can we please stay here and party for a bit longer?Please.” Nicola pleads with her girlfriend, who isn’t having a bit of it.
“No, we’re not staying out any longer. Carla needs to head home too, her fiancé is coming into town tomorrow.” Phoebe mutters, looking down at my hand. “Why don’t you have a ring yet?”
“I don’t know.” I answer her honestly. It’s made me feel a bit off too. This marriage is so important and yet I don’t have a ring. It’s bugged me for so long. Whatever, though. There’s no use in being annoyed about it.
“I don’t think you’re really engaged until you get a ring on your finger.” Nicola teases, grabbing my hand she leads me around the VIP section and takes me down the stairs. I turn back and see Phoebe is right behind us. Nicola and I walk outside the club and Phoebe is closely behind. “You know, there’s something I never admitted to you . . . but if I don’t say it now I’m going to live with regrets.”
“Oh?” I say, looking in her soft blue eyes.
“Yes, I told Phoebe a couple weeks ago I would love to have a night with the two of you. We’ve opened our relationship to other people on occasion, but Carla . . . you’re just so irresistible. You’re going to be committed soon and I don’t think we’ll ever have the opportunity for this ever again.”
I don’t know what to say. So, instead I look back to Phoebe who is definitely within earshot. “Is this true?”
Phoebe nods, smirking lightly. “We’re not pressuring you, Carla. If you want to have a night of fun before your life changes we’remorethan willing.”
I suck in a deep breath, still tasting the lightness of the champagne we’d been sipping on the last couple of hours. They’re both right. This is my last night of freedom before everything changes for the rest of my life.
I want one night of freedom.
I want to be myself, to have a night of sin and pleasure.
God knows when I’ll have it again.
“Follow me up to my apartment,” I say lowly, walking down the street and use my keycard to gain entry into the building. The elevator ride goes by in a flash and the next thing I know we’re walking down the hall to my apartment.
I input the keycode, open the door and let the two women inside. I’ve only been in this apartment one other time. It’s beautifully modern with some comfortable accents like plush chairs, fur carpets and the occasional copper accent.
Nicola smiles as she puts her hands behind her back and unzips her dress. I watch as the soft pink falls from her curvaceous body. She’s not wearing anything underneath. “Am I what you imagine I’d look like?” She purrs, approaching me. She runs the sharp points of her acrylic nails down my neck to the front of my dress, sliding her hand under my dress to play with one of my breasts. Her nail teases my nipple and I feel myself getting warm in my core.
Honestly, I haven’t had sex in ages and I’m not used to it. I’ve had plenty of sex before and this political engagement has fucked with my head. Philippe hasn’t put a ring on my finger, but the contract we signed was almost a year ago. Fuck, based on the sexual tension we had going on in the room that day I figured he and I might have had a few rounds of fucking by this point. It’s not like we didn’t find the other sexually attractive.
I dip my face closer to Nicola and press my lips against hers, suckling the poutiness into my mouth. She moans and I curse myself for not doing this sooner, for waiting this long to play with these two. I’ve been with women before, but they’ve never looked like this couple.
A movement catches my eye and I see Phoebe digging into her large, oversized purse. She pulls out a strap and with it she takes out two dildos wrapped in plastic. Nicola pulls her lips from mine and turns back to Phoebe, letting out a soft giggle. “She’s going to fuck us both at the same time. I can’t wait.”
