Wild Night
Samantha
We decided to take a break and drink some more. A woman came up to us in a fitted black
suit.
“Hello, I am Marie, I am here to take you to our secluded VIP section for your nightly
entertainment.”
“Finally!” Narissa said.
“What’s going on?” I asked.
“You’ll see,” she said. She grabbed my hand, and we all followed her to a huge room.
There were plush red couches and chairs. The carpet was black. A table with snacks was in
the back with more champagne and some non–alcoholic strawberry sparkling wine.
They made me sit in a single plush chair. Then music blared out from hidden speakers. A
door opened from the back and seven gorgeous muscular guys came into the room.
“Oh, no. No, no, no,” I said. I got up fast, tore my sash off and put it over Isobel and shoved her in the chair before the guys came around the couches. The girls stared at me and then burst into laughter. Resa cursed and pulled a twenty dollar bill out of her clutch and slapped it
in Narissa’s palm.
“We knew you would freak out.”
“I am not touching or letting a random touch me. Dashawn would kill me.”
“He has strippers at his party,” Narissa said.
“I trust my man.”
“It’s not cheating,” Natalie chimed in.
“To me, it is. And I know Dashawn would be super hurt if he ever found out.”
Kimber smiled at me and put her arm around me.
“I’ll protect you. Matt’s okay with stuff like this and so am I. As long as there’s no kissing, or touching of g*nitalia, I am fine.”
I watched the dancers dance. I covered my face and peaked through my fingers. Isobel was having the time of her life with a cop who had handcuffed her wrists and put them over his
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head and around his neck. He picked her up and held her by her a*s and was grinding on her as he danced. One of the strippers had Robbie sitting on a chair, and he was dancing for him.
Robbie was wide–eyed, and his eyes were glued to the f*cking massive bulge in the stripper’s thong. He looked at me, and mouthed ‘help. I laughed so hard, I snorted. Narissa waved off a
guy that was coming for her. Resa was by the snack table eating with Tally, Michelle and
Ciara. Tabi was dancing with one of the strippers and so was Kimber. Natalie was getting a
lap dance and sticking hundreds in her stripper’s G–string. Olivia was in the corner and making
out with a firefighter, and Lyla, dear God, Lyla was dancing for the stripper she cornered and
put into a chair. He was enjoying himself, because duh, he was getting paid to get a lap dance
by a beautiful woman.
I watched Oliva leave with her stripper. I guess she wanted something more private. All in all,
it was a fun few hours. After the strippers were done. We all, except for Olivia who was still
missing, went back to the dance floor.
‘Relax, Blake McGrath’s version started and I squealed. It was one of my favorites. Robbie
and I were dancing up a storm, and it was so fun. I was having the time of my life.
Unfortunately, some a*sholes had to go and ruin it for me.
There were a group of six guys that didn’t seem to like Robbie getting all the attention.
Obviously, they didn’t know he was g*y, so they decided he had enough of our time. They burst
through our circle and started grabbing at us. Trying to get us to dance with them. They
pushed Robbie away from me, and Narissa was left to the side, I assume, because they
noticed she was pregnant.
One muscular grabbed onto me and crushed me to him. My arms were pinned in between us.
He wouldn’t let me go no matter how hard I struggled, and I was so close to him, I couldn’t
bring my knee up. The only thing I could think of was to bite him. So I did.
I bit his huge left pec.
“You f*cking b*tch,” he yelled, and then he backhanded me. All h*ll broke loose.
Lyla came flying out of nowhere. She jumped onto his back, her dress riding up showing
everyone her pink thong as her legs wrapped around him. She grabbed his head and started
wailing on him. His nose instantly broke and blood burst everywhere. Resa and Isobel were
taking on a guy who was holding his own against them, until Isobel jumped in the air and
kicked her leg out, hitting him on the side of the head. Resa then jumped on him and slammed his head three times into the ground.
Robbie and Tabi were kicking the sh*t out of a guy that was balled up on the ground holding
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his nuts. Narissa grabbed me and we both got out of the way, until a blonde skinny guy
grabbed her from behind by the hair. She threw her head back, connecting with his chin. I
c****d my fist back and slammed it against his temple. He fell like a tree. Cia, Kimber and
Tally were fighting two guys. The guys were trying to fight back, but their swings were wide,
and the girls were trained killers. They didn’t have a chance. Before they took them down,
bouncers and cops were putting all of us in handcuffs. We were marched out of the club, the guys also cuffed and yelling that they didn’t do anything.
Lyla was missing and so was Olivia. Wait, nope, Olivia with the stripper came out five minutes
later both in cuffs. Her hair and makeup were all over the place. But she had a sh*t eating
grin on her face and the stripper was covered in lipstick marks that trailed down to his
covered d*ck.
We were carted off to jail. We were processed and put in a holding cell. The guys that
bothered us were in a cell across from us. We begged the cops to put Robbie with us and not
them. I was afraid for his life if they did.
“Don’t we get a phone call?” I asked.
“Yeah, but I think Lyla is probably already taking care of that. Don’t worry, we’ll be out of here
soon,” Narissa said.
Ten minutes later, they started to let us phone someone. Narissa went first, but when she
came back she told me Jessie hadn’t answered.
“They probably can’t hear their phones. He’s going to be so pissed he missed it,” she said.
One of the guys from across from us was next. When he came back, I thought the cop was
going to let one of us go next, but he didn’t, and I was pissed.
“Hey, it’s our turn,” I complained.
“You all already have people here for you,” he said.
Ten minutes later, Crush, Dashawn, Ashton, Shooter, Joker and Jessie were escorted to us. I
was so happy to see him, I burst into tears.
“Baby, shh, it’s okay. You’re getting out of here and no charges are being made,” he said. An
officer opened our door and I rushed out and jumped into his arms. I kissed him all over his
face and he chuckled. He then looked at me close and his eyes iced over.
“They said you guys were fighting,” Jessie said. He glared at Narissa.
“What, it wasn’t our fault. Those a*sholes started it,” she said, pointing at the cell across from
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The guys all turned and looked at them. Those a*holes looked like they had sh*t themselves.
They all backed up away from the front of their cell.
“You f*ckers are dead,” Joker said.
“We’re sorry, we didn’t know they were LOC’s women,” one yelled.
“Does it matter? Are you telling me they wanted you to get near them?” Crush asked.
The a*sholes shuffled on their feet and looked down, all shaking their heads.
“We told them to back off when they barged into our circle, and they grabbed us,” Ciara said.
Shooter had his arms tight around her, he had put his cut on her to cover her up.
“The f*ck!” Dashawn shouted. “Which one grabbed you, baby?
The guy that grabbed me was frantically shaking his head no.
I pointed, “That one, and he backhanded me,” I said.
“Is that why you have a slight bruise on your chin?”
I nodded.
Dashawn walked over to the two officers that were back there with us. He had a conversation
with them. They both nodded. One of them handed a key to him and they left. A couple of
minutes later, Demon and Ice came through the doors. I smiled big and Tally gasped.
“Every one of those pieces of sh*t deserve what’s coming to them, except that one,” Olivia
said, pointing at her stripper.
“Um, he didn’t fight. We got caught in the club bathroom,” she said, smiling.
The guys snorted and us girls giggled. Dashawn opened the cell, he waved the stripper out
and our boys walked in.
I didn’t think I would like to see someone get the sh*t beat out of them like the guys did to the
a*holes, but I was wrong. It turned me the f*ck on seeing my man take care of business. He
was brutal. He didn’t just use his fists. He used his head, elbow and knees, too. By the end,
broken bodies were moaning on the cell floor. Our guys fixed their hair and cuts when they
were done.
“Baby, have I told you how f*cking gorgeous you look?”
I giggled when he swooped down and picked me up. We walked out of the police station free
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and clear. Lyla was outside waiting for us. She was talking to a cop that was trying like h*ll
to flirt with her. She smiled at him and I saw him melt.
“Another time, big guy, my people are here.”
He turned to the crowd and he straightened. He then quickly left Lyla’s side and went back into
the station:
“Well, jail birds, this has been a fun night,” she said.
“Why weren’t you in there with us?”
“Oh Sammy, you are so cute. I don’t get caught doing anything wrong. You’ll all be happy to know that the surveillance at the club has been scrubbed. No evidence on what happened.
“Good job, sister,” Ice said. Lyla smirked and got on the back of a prospect’s bike.
“Take me to Dashawn’s place,” she commanded. He nodded and took off.
“Do I have to take you home?” Dashawn pouted.
“Sorry to say you do, Money,” he growled into my ear and I squealed. We kissed until everyone
was settled, then he put me in the passenger seat.
He took me home and the girls went inside except for Narissa, Cia, Resa, Michelle, and Ciara,
who were all making out with their men like I was.
“You be a good girl for the rest of the night,” Dashawn whispered to me, his forehead against
mine.
“I promise.”
“I love you Sweet Girl.
“I love you too.”
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