Filthy (New Adult Romance) - #3 Fierce Series by Clarissa Wild Page A
Authors: Clarissa Wild
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It’s useful to me. Like I said, I don’t give a shit. Not about random, money-hungry girls like her.
The expression on her face is amusing. “No shame in my game,” I add. Turning around again, I walk away. I can hear her stampede and shriek like she’s gone ape-shit as I hurry to my car. Unlocking it, something slams me in the back. It drops to the floor.
“Jerk!”
Growling, I turn and see the girl standing a few feet away, fuming. She’s only wearing one heel. I swear she came here with two. Below me, on the asphalt, is the other.
Taking a deep breath, I bend and pick it up. I come back up, squinting. She squints, too. And then I throw the fucker back at her.
Fuck that! Don’t mess with me. You throw a shoe at me? Right back at you.
Her squeal is the last thing I hear before I jump in my car, start the engine, and race off.
♥♥♥
They think I have money, and I make them believe it so I get laid.
I’m cheap. I don’t give a fuck. They’re just as bad as I am, pretending to want me for my cock when all they want is a free pass into luxury. Well, fuck me if it’s bad for using it to my advantage. I mean, I like fucking, no doubt about it, I’ll do it any day I can, and since they are so willing, why not? It’s the only thing I got going for me at the moment, so I’m sticking with it. Hell, my parents are the ones who are rich, not me. I used to believe everything they owned would become mine eventually. Boy, was I wrong. Turns out they had me removed from all of the funds after they found out about that fiasco at college. If I had known they’d stop supporting me financially when I fucked it up, of course I would’ve done a better job at acing my tests.
Not that it fucking matters right now. It’s too late, so I might as well enjoy my time while I still have some money left. After that … well … who knows? I’d rather not think about it. I know I’m a fuck-up. I don’t need to be reminded of it.
Screw that, I don’t need their money. I can make my own just fine. I’ve been dabbling at poker for a while now, and I’m getting pretty good at it. A flick of the hand, an extra card shuffled under the table; no problem!
When I take another sip of my beer, I notice it’s empty. Crap! This is my last can.
Scrunching it up, I throw it in the back of my car while I drive toward the next club. This time one where I’ll definitely get action. Paid action. Laid action. Hell yeah, baby!
I honk at some pretty ladies driving in a car in the other lane, flipping them the finger when they stick out their tongues. Then I make a turn and drive up the parking lot of Kitties Club. After hopping out, I lock the car and saunter to the club. The music is booming; I can hear it already and I’m not even inside yet. As I walk through the door, a guard checks me out from top to bottom before letting me continue. He even growls at me like some kind of dog. I shrug and pass through. Red lights, flashing outfits and loud music overload my senses. Girls dance on the bars, tables, and floor, or hang from the poles. Some are dancing with a guy while others are doing some hands-on work. They’re all wearing masks today. Crap, I totally forgot to bring one. No wonder the guard was being snarly at me.
“Didn’t you see the flyer hanging on the wall right beside the door?”
I look to my side. A long, curvy woman strides toward me, a sassy smile plastered on her face. She giggles when I begin to open my mouth, but instead frown. “Its fine, I’m only messing with you.” Placing her hand on my shoulder, she leans in and pecks me on the cheek. “Welcome to the club, baby.”
Winking, she reaches behind me, her tits bouncing up and down against my chest. A hard-on grows in my pants. In her hands she holds a golden mask. “Here. It’s on the house.”
Holding it in front of my face, she straps it behind my head and then puts it in place. “There. You look like a real gentleman now.”
I laugh.
The expression on her face is amusing. “No shame in my game,” I add. Turning around again, I walk away. I can hear her stampede and shriek like she’s gone ape-shit as I hurry to my car. Unlocking it, something slams me in the back. It drops to the floor.
“Jerk!”
Growling, I turn and see the girl standing a few feet away, fuming. She’s only wearing one heel. I swear she came here with two. Below me, on the asphalt, is the other.
Taking a deep breath, I bend and pick it up. I come back up, squinting. She squints, too. And then I throw the fucker back at her.
Fuck that! Don’t mess with me. You throw a shoe at me? Right back at you.
Her squeal is the last thing I hear before I jump in my car, start the engine, and race off.
♥♥♥
They think I have money, and I make them believe it so I get laid.
I’m cheap. I don’t give a fuck. They’re just as bad as I am, pretending to want me for my cock when all they want is a free pass into luxury. Well, fuck me if it’s bad for using it to my advantage. I mean, I like fucking, no doubt about it, I’ll do it any day I can, and since they are so willing, why not? It’s the only thing I got going for me at the moment, so I’m sticking with it. Hell, my parents are the ones who are rich, not me. I used to believe everything they owned would become mine eventually. Boy, was I wrong. Turns out they had me removed from all of the funds after they found out about that fiasco at college. If I had known they’d stop supporting me financially when I fucked it up, of course I would’ve done a better job at acing my tests.
Not that it fucking matters right now. It’s too late, so I might as well enjoy my time while I still have some money left. After that … well … who knows? I’d rather not think about it. I know I’m a fuck-up. I don’t need to be reminded of it.
Screw that, I don’t need their money. I can make my own just fine. I’ve been dabbling at poker for a while now, and I’m getting pretty good at it. A flick of the hand, an extra card shuffled under the table; no problem!
When I take another sip of my beer, I notice it’s empty. Crap! This is my last can.
Scrunching it up, I throw it in the back of my car while I drive toward the next club. This time one where I’ll definitely get action. Paid action. Laid action. Hell yeah, baby!
I honk at some pretty ladies driving in a car in the other lane, flipping them the finger when they stick out their tongues. Then I make a turn and drive up the parking lot of Kitties Club. After hopping out, I lock the car and saunter to the club. The music is booming; I can hear it already and I’m not even inside yet. As I walk through the door, a guard checks me out from top to bottom before letting me continue. He even growls at me like some kind of dog. I shrug and pass through. Red lights, flashing outfits and loud music overload my senses. Girls dance on the bars, tables, and floor, or hang from the poles. Some are dancing with a guy while others are doing some hands-on work. They’re all wearing masks today. Crap, I totally forgot to bring one. No wonder the guard was being snarly at me.
“Didn’t you see the flyer hanging on the wall right beside the door?”
I look to my side. A long, curvy woman strides toward me, a sassy smile plastered on her face. She giggles when I begin to open my mouth, but instead frown. “Its fine, I’m only messing with you.” Placing her hand on my shoulder, she leans in and pecks me on the cheek. “Welcome to the club, baby.”
Winking, she reaches behind me, her tits bouncing up and down against my chest. A hard-on grows in my pants. In her hands she holds a golden mask. “Here. It’s on the house.”
Holding it in front of my face, she straps it behind my head and then puts it in place. “There. You look like a real gentleman now.”
I laugh.
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