Her father died with his only wish that his daughter was to succeed academically no distractions by any means. She grew up learning to read between his complicated lines.
Poor Amina didn't want to disappoint her father. She is the perfect daughter a...
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Lana Del Rey | Young & Beautiful
I stared at my reflection in actual disbelief. Who is this person? Stassie gave my jet black hair some volume and loose waves. The dress is body hugging, and may I say really short with even a tiny slit. I'm seeing curves I didn't even know I had. Not to brag, but my waist is non existent well honestly due to a eating disorder I had as a kid, that's a story for another day.
"Shit Amina, don't you look like a sexy mami. I'm wet just standing here," she boosted me, moving my hair around. I gave her shy smile a tiny bit uncomfortable with this look.
"Now! Walk in these," she smiled brightly holding up a pair of classic black red bottoms.
"Stassie I don't know, I never was the greatest at walking in heels."
She rolled her eyes, "Oh please Amina, let's practice we have about thirty minutes until my driver comes."
I gave it a go, I thought back to my mom an remember seeing her in these. She'll die for a pair of nice heels, I on the other hand just couldn't grasp the whole concept of wanting to hurt yourself.
I stood in them a little shaky before taking a few steps around my bedroom. I was getting the hang of it, they are bare-able which should be alright. Then before I knew it, I fell forward on my knees.
Stassie gasp coming over to help me up, I think she just got second hand embarrassment.
"So, that wasn't to bad." She spoke after a moment of silence giving me a nervous smile. I looked at her letting out a frustrated breathe.
"Right." I whispered back, time passed and it was time go. We got into the backseat of an black suv.
"Hi Richard to Persuasion please." Stassie told her driver.
"Apologies ms Bolton, your father instructed me to take you wherever your heart desires my lady but I'm sorry, he specifically said no more clubs."
Uh oh.
"Richard, would you rather me take the subway, where there's rats, and drug addicts. Maybe even perverted men ready to snatch us up and I don't wanna go into details but sex traffickin—,"
"Okay okay, I did promised your dad I'll keep you safe, you always had a way with words Ms Bolton." Richard chuckled before putting the car in drive.
She then turned to me giving me a smirk before winking, we pulled off into the direction of the club.
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It was a gentlemen's club, where on earth did Stassie bring me. There are 3 girls on a stage topless, dancing on a pole while grinding on each other. I never been to a club before, I didn't think a strip club would be my first. I honestly don't know how to feel. It's a dark red setting with flashes of colourful lights.
We headed towards a section where a few people were seated, which I'm guessing are Stassie's friends.
"Guys meet Amina, Amina these are my girls Chalynn, Irina and Tommie." They waved at me giving me polite smiles, which I returned. Stassie whispered, "Tommie is gay watch out for her."
They all looked so nicely polished.
"Fuck off Stassie," Tommie joked while everyone laughed. Tommie playfully gave her the middle finger. Stassie sat down dragging me down with her.
"You want a drink, yes?" Irina asked me, her accent is really strong, if I had to guess she's from Russia. All eyes were on me, simply seeing if I would taken the shot, Stassie might of giving them a heads up on what kind of girl I was. I nodded anyway.
It went on from there, the music is blasting more people are coming into the club, I've already had a good bit to drink, after a few Stassie pulled me up with her to dance. I started to let lose a little more at this point, she held my hips as we danced together.
I felt the light hairs on the back of upper neck move it felt a little foreign. It was as if there's some serious eyes on me, I'm not sure of the direction it was coming from but it felt daring.
Stassie whispered in my ear, "you got an admirer," she spun me around putting my hands around her. I looked up at the balcony to see a tall man purely glare right at me. He gives off a dangerous feel but yet so powerful. I kept slightly dancing with Stassie but I couldn't take my eyes off him. I felt intrigued possibly?
He held a glass in his left hand, I can see the tatted hands from here. Men surrounding him all dressed in black nothing else just black, I can sense such dark authority radiating all over him. The strange man took a slow sip still holding our gaze before turning around disappearing inside the room.
My chest started to beat a little louder I didn't know if it was all the alcohol I consumed or the way I felt under this man's observance on me. I let the music consume me not giving it much thought.
In the back of my mind I can't ignore this feeling that my dad is looking down at me in pure disapproval. It's not much I can do about it right now, sorry dad I'm doing what mom always tried to get me to do. Right on cue, more shots were coming our way.
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The next morning
I opened my eyes to find myself looking at a ceiling which held a mirror above it. That's not right, this isn't mine. I rubbed my eyes then I felt around, silk sheets? I instantly flew up holding it to my chest. I began to think really hard, before I closed my eyes disappointed in myself.
I had sex with him? I got out the bed as naked as the day I was born. My clothes were neatly folded on a chair, I quickly grabbed them putting everything back on before running a hand through my hair. What was I thinking? Scratch that I wasn't thinking, I was intoxicated but not wasted. Confession, I'm a horny mess when drunk. Reasons why I don't excessively drink.
I scurried out the pent house not even giving it any proper attention I just wanted out. I waited for the elevator, I checked around for my phone. Dammit, I left it inside. If this couldn't be anymore frustrating.
"Miss, Mr Gusev should be back in a few hours he told us to make you breakfast, I didn't know what you liked so I made almost everything."
I walked out the bedroom with my phone in hand, a maid walked up to me with a genuine smile on her face.
I felt terrible, "I'm so sorry but I have to go. Tell Mr Gusev, I appreciate everything. I'm sorry again." I told her on my way out before shutting the doors behind me. I immediately tried calling Stassie but it went straight to voicemail.
I waived down a cab, and I was on the way home.
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