1 - To the club.

The entrance door opened, and Phoenix walked into the apartment she shared with her best friend, Isis. Everywhere was dark, and the lights were switched off. She sighed as she reached for the light switch directly near the curtains, and switched it on. As she turned to walk in, she saw Isis, her housemate and best friend laying on the chair with her phone in her hands staring at Phoenix.

"Oh my fucking God!" Phoenix jolted backwards as she saw Isis lying on the bed with her phone in her hands while staring at Phoenix with no expression on her face. "What the fuck is your problem? Why would you startle me like that?!"

Isis moved her eyeballs around as if trying to show that she was thinking of what she was talking about. "I don't get it. Why were you startled? You only get startled when you're doing something bad or something wrong." She shrugged as she said that.

"Why the fuck are you in the darkness! Why are you even still awake? It's 10:32 pm, Isis. Are you a night crawler?!" Phoenix kept exclaiming at the top of her voice as she held her bag in her right hand, making descriptions with her other hand.

"Oh? So, you know it's late, Phoenix," Isis said and sat up on the largest green sofa that graced their cosy sitting room. "So, tell me. Where are you coming from by 10:32 pm? Don't tell me it's work, cause I know it isn't. I even called your workplace and they told me you left at 3 pm. So, my darling, where are you coming from?" She asked, glaring at her friend.

"Well," Phoenix started, then shrugged. "I went out to have some fun."

"Some fun, meaning you went out to fuck some random person again?" Isis replied, not caring to filter her words.

"Hey! Are you calling me a whore?!"

"A packaged one, yes," Isis said and shrugged again. "So, tell me, where are you coming from?"

"Quit acting like my mother, duh," Phoenix replied and rolled her eyes, pushing her long brown hair to the back of her right ear. She walked further into the room and dropped her bag on the chair, then she sat beside Isis.

"Two feet." Isis snapped immediately.

"Hey!"

"Now!" Isis exclaimed.

"Whatever!" Phoenix snapped back at her and shifted a bit away from her. "Are you fine now, uh? You're always too dramatic."

"Really?" Isis asked with raised eyebrows as she dropped her phone on the sofa and folded her arms. "I am too dramatic? The other day you got missing for two days, who was the one in trouble? Dude, I was worried sick about you when you didn't get home on time! If something happens to you again, what would I tell your mum, uh?"

Isis had always been the mom-friend between both of them. She cared a lot about people, and would always make sure they were doing fine before she cared for herself. Her best friend, however, was a nonchalant person who doesn't care if she does things that will make Isis worried. So, many times, she annoys Isis with her nonchalant behaviour, but they find their way to solve it anyway.

Phoenix sighed, realizing her mistake. "I'm sorry, babe. I won't make you worried again. Trust me, there won't be the next time. I didn't know it was going to take me this long. I'm sorry, okay?" Her puppy eyes blinked continuously as she stared at her best friend.

"Whatever, we're cool," Isis replied, unable to ignore those lovely eyes of Phoenix. "How was work?" She asked her, changing the topic.

"Fine. Fine. Fine," she replied and moved nearer to Isis on the chair, then snuggled up to her.

"What is it this time, Phoenix?" Isis asked with a sort of tired look on her face. She knew that whenever Phoenix snuggles up to her, she always had something to say or something to request from Isis.

"I miss having a man, uh." She replied casually, making Isis scoff.

"Say what now?"

"I know you heard what I said, Isis. Stop pretending not to hear," she said to Isis and rolled her eyes.

"What do you mean by that statement? What's wrong with Jason? Didn't you two just start seeing each other?" Isis asked, looking uninterested and not a bit surprised at what her friend was saying.

"Doesn't matter. He doesn't fuck well, girl. You know I want that part badly. He's not good in bed at all." Phoenix said and sighed. "I want someone that I won't stop thinking about. Someone who'll fuck me to a stupor that I won't be able to stop thinking about for days." She suddenly pulled Isis closer. "I want someone to make me wet just by thinking about the things they can do to me. I really—"

Isis cut in. "Yeah, yeah, I get it, okay?!"

"Why are you being aggressive today, uh?" She asked her friend as she released her from the hug and sat upright, facing her. "Is this about work? Or you're on your period, or you're horny?"

"Phoenix? Really?"

"What?!" Phoenix raised her hands in the air. "You sound moody and all of that."

"I'm good. By the way, dinner is in the kitchen. Just serve yourself whenever you're ready. I'll be inside." Isis said and stood up from the chair, but Phoenix pulled her by the hand and she fell to the chair, much to Isis's surprise. "What?" She snapped at her.

"Talk to me, my love. Is this about work?" Phoenix asked her friend, holding both of her hands in hers.

Isis then sighed and nodded. "It's just so frustrating. I've been checking all vacancies in companies and I still haven't seen any that suits me. Whenever I see one that suits me and I apply, I would not get the job. Why?!" She asked and shook her head. "It's just so tiring, watching only you pay the rent every month whereas we both live here together. It's fucked up."

Phoenix chuckled, still holding her friend's hand. "Did I complain to you, uh?" She paused to look at Isis. "Answer me, Isis. Did I ever complain to you that it's getting unbearable for me? Did I ever say I can't afford to pay the rent anymore?"

"No," Isis simply muttered. "But it's just not right that we're both living here and you're the only one—"

"Dead that thought. You heard me, yeah? Dead the thought. When the right time comes and you get your job, great. But for now, let me pay it. It's not affecting me and I'm not complaining." Phoenix reassured her friend. "And trust me, you'll get a job soon, okay?"

"Sure, babe," Isis replied with a teary smile. She always gets emotional quickly and it was one of her few weaknesses. "Thank you, I really—"

"Friends don't say thank you," Phoenix said. Then, she immediately changed the topic. "I'm going out!"

The emotional expression on Isis's face initially vanished immediately as she released her hand from Phoenix's grip. "What the heck did you just say?!"

"I'm going out," Phoenix said and snuggled up to Isis once again, while Isis just stared at her friend.

"To where?"

"The club. I want to fuck. I told you."

Isis scoffed. "Can't you wait till tomorrow? It's late already," she said, looking up at the wall clock opposite them in the sitting room.

"Late nights are the only times you get the best man. I want a man who would serve me well, babe. I need this. I want to drip some dirty waters from my beneath and sin just for tonight. Tomorrow morning, I'm back as Jason's girlfriend." Phoenix replied, still snuggling up to Isis.

Isis sighed. "But that's like cheating on him. Why don't you just tell him you want to fuck and you'll go see him at home?"

"That's another thing. He's never available. The motherfucker is always busy. The moment we even manage to meet again, he'd deny me sex. He could just peck me on the forehead and that's all. What does he think I am? A ten-year-old who's adorable? No, girl. I'm a grown-up who has blood running through me! I'm tired of constantly touching myself all in the name of being faithful to him." She ranted on and then rolled her eyes before muttering, "I wonder if he's even loyal to me."

"Heyyyy!"

"Yeah! He never asks me for sex! Is he that holy? I don't want a holy man! I want a dirty one like me!" Phoenix confessed.

Isis chuckled as she stared at her friend. A stripper will always be a striper, even if they claim they've stopped being one. Phoenix used to be a stripper before Isis met her and changed her for the better. Ever since they've been best of friends. Asides from the fact that she was a stripper, she has fucked about eighty per cent of the men she entertained at the club back then. There was no sex style she didn't know about.

"Fine then." Isis raised her hands in surrender. "Just make sure you're safe. If anything looks suspicious or you sense danger, call me immediately and I'll rush there."

"Of course!" Phoenix pulled away and then nudged her friend lightly. "You're my superwoman after all," she said and smiled at her. Then, she stood up and picked up her office bag and heels from the floor. She was about to go inside when she remembered something, so she turned to face Isis. "Won't you like to come?" She asked her.

Isis who had already returned to the position she was in before Phoenix walked in, lowered the phone in her hands just to look at Phoenix. "Me? Come with you? For a nightstand? Nah, I'll pass."

"Stop being a holy girl, babe. Just this once. You wanna keep your virginity for life?" Phoenix asked her sarcastically.

"Yes. I prefer it than to lose it to some random man during a nightstand." Isis replied and returned to what she was doing on her phone.

Knowing that there was no way she could convince her friend since she had tried that many times and she still didn't fudge, she shrugged and started walking in. But not after shouting loud enough for Isis to hear her, "until cobwebs grow on your pussy!"

Isis simply rolled her eyes and muttered. "Whatever."

*

Phoenix walked into the club gracefully, proud of herself for the attention she got. No man could resist not glancing at such a seductive curvy body of hers at least twice. She was dressed in a classy red gown that stopped just above her mid-thighs, it revealed a huge amount of her cleavage just like she wanted and her heels hung around her legs perfectly well.

All she wanted was to get a handsome man and get laid, no strings attached. She felt a different pair of eyes on her and looked up to see who it was. What she saw was satisfactory. It was a very handsome man who had the most amazing eyes and a handsome face. Just her kind of man! The fact that he didn't stop staring at her made her feel like a whore. Not breaking eye contact with the man, she started to shake her body sexily to the song that was playing.

He also continued to watch her dance now more assured about her body language. He felt even more aroused by her moves when she turned to twerk, already feeling his member getting aroused by her little slutty display. When he could not take it anymore, he went ahead to join her on the dance floor.

Without saying any word to each other, he pulled her to his hardened crotch while she wiggled her ass on it, still dancing to the song being played. He then turned her around suddenly and locked lips with her. The second his soft lips made contact with hers, she kissed him back instantly. He kissed her as if he wanted to devour her and to her, it felt just like she had expected it, if not even better.

He pressed his body against hers, stealing a small moan from her. His lips moved aggressively against hers, his tongue invading her mouth passionately, which sent shivers of pleasure all over her body. He then lifted her and she immediately wrapped her legs around his waist.

She gasped when she felt how hard he was against her, but she acted like she didn't notice a thing. She ran her hands down his defined chest and his abdomen, feeling every muscle. He also slid his hand under her shirt to touch her breasts, a moan of appreciation leaving her. She was way too excited to think that it was getting too intense. At that moment, she just wanted to feel him, all of him against her, and nothing else.

He suddenly stopped the kiss and looked into her eyes. "Do you want me to stop?"

She licked her lips nervously and replied. "No."

The guy kissed her and she closed her eyes once again, losing herself in his soft lips. His kisses were wet and passionate as his hands played with her breasts, gently distracting her, and returning the excitement to her body. He focused on arousing her even more, kissing, biting her lips, her neck, and fondling her perky breasts.

She put her hands around his neck and kissed him with everything she had, moaning and feeling his hard crotch on her beneath. "Hmm," she moaned while the kiss went on.

He suddenly paused and dropped her gently on the floor. "I think we need to get a room," he said with a smirk on his face, licking his lips.

"Right away."