I went to 'The Nine' occasionally to get away from my life at its bad times. Being the way I was, going there gave me an escape from every push and shove of my daily lifestyle. I don't know why but the whole vibe of this club put me at ease. Thrashing bodies, loud music, and drinks took away all my anxieties. No matter which person I met or some fight I would always get in to, there was no place that I could call better. I kept my usual pace as I made my way through that brimful room, the noise easing my nerves. Casually I would smirk at oncoming men that passed me. They knew who I was, practically everyone in 'The Nine' knew who I was. But not because of fame or wealth or fortune, but as the girl brainwashed into becoming their slut. I couldn't help it because I was brought up into this business, but there was no way out of it even if I tried.
Smirking at the usual faces, I sat down at the bar, and fiddled with the chain around my neck. My head struck up when I heard a whistle, rolling my eyes I went back to my necklace. Nothing particularly exciting was happening at the moment, so there was no need to flirt back. The bartender approached me with my usual drink of choice, a dry martini, and went back to his usual duties. Everything was the same. Practically every time I was at 'The Nine' the same thing always happened. I go there, get whistled at, drink a dry martini, dance, then end up sleeping in someone's bed who I don't even know. I twirled my dark brown locks on my index finger and watched the crowd grinding to some T.I. song. As I finished my martini, I straightened up to see a new figure in my view. From where I was sitting he looked to be about 6'2 and very built. His features resembled one of a god; strong olive face, tousled dirty blond hair, and unfathomable green eyes. "Not bad," I said to no one in particular. His eyes were sly and full of suspicion. Might as well give him a show, I thought. I stood up from the barstool, straightened my little black dress, and seductively shook my hair out of it's pony tail. My soft brown curls cascaded over my shoulder. I winked at him and moved to the crowded floor where everyone was dancing. Don't Trust Me by 3OH! 3 came on.
Black dress with the tights underneath,
I got the breath of the last cigarette on my teeth,
And she's an actress (actress),
I started to sway my hips suggestively to the first verse of the song. My back was turned towards him as I moved in time with the music.
But she ain't got no need.
She's got money from her parents in a trust fund back east.
T-t-t-tongues always pressed to your cheeks,
While my tongue is on the inside of some other girls teeth,
Shaking my hair I dropped lower to the floor and ran my fingers there my hair. This was different from any other night at 'The Nine' because whoever he was had not come up to me yet. Aggressively I pounded my body in expectation of him and the upcoming chorus.
T-tell your boyfriend if he says he's got beef,
That I'm a vegetarian and I ain't f****** scared of him.
I grinned slyly when I felt a hand on my shoulder. The touch was firm and tranquil. At a moderate speed I turned to face him grabbing the black tie that hung loosely around his neck in the process.
She wants to touch me (Woah),
She wants to love me (Woah),
She'll never leave me (Woah, woah, oh, oh),
Don't trust a ho,
Never trust a ho,
Won't trust a ho,
Won't trust me.
His hands moved from my shoulder, down to my waist. I raised an eyebrow cunningly at him. Finally I had gotten a chance to look at his face up close. Yes, he was beautiful, god-like, masculine and sexy. What is your name?
X's on the back of your hands,
Wash them in the bathroom to drink like the bands.
And your set list (set list),
Sheepishly he bent down and whispered into my ear, "Derrick." I smiled because he read my mind. Derrick's sweet breath tickled my ear as he retrieved to his original stance. His body moved with my hips as I laid my hands coyly on his white dress shirt. I smiled as I watch him hide his blush. Must not be around my type to often…
You stole off the stage,
Had red and purple lipstick all over the page.
B-b-b-bruises cover your arms,
Shaking in the fingers with the bottle in your palm.
His chest was well defined and hard. I brought myself closer to his chest tracing lines along it. I knew he was wondering my name as well and replied, "Massie." His lips curved into a smile that showed delight.
B-b-b-bruises cover your arms,
Shaking in the fingers with the bottle in your palm.
And the best is (best is),
No one knows who you are,
Just another girl alone at the bar.
I could feel his eyes burning a hole through me when he tightened his grip around me and swayed my hips. I knew exactly what he wanted. He may me a shy guy, but he wasn't exactly stupid.
She wants to touch me (Woah),
She wants to love me (Woah),
She'll never leave me (Woah, woah, oh, oh),
Don't trust a ho,
Never trust a ho,
Won't trust a ho,
Won't trust me.
My hands had left his chest by now and went to tangle in his soft, dirty blond tuft. Instantly I felt a burning sensation on one of my hands. Across his shoulder I looked at the tattooed 'x' on the back of my hand. He looked so innocent and sultry; I couldn't do this to him.
Shush girl shut your lips,
Do the Hellen Keller and talk with your hips.
I said, Shush girl shut your lips,
Do the Hellen Keller and talk with your hips.
I said, Shush girl shut your lips,
Do the Hellen Keller and talk with your hips
I silently cursed the heinous 'x' on my hand and looked back into his angelic eyes. I chuckled to myself maliciously, but he did not seem to notice the hint of sarcasm.
Woah, woah, woah...
I leaned into to fulfil his wish, avoiding his eyes. At the last second I turned and whispered into his ear, "Don't trust me."
She wants to touch me (Woah),
She wants to love me (Woah),
She'll never leave me (Woah, woah, oh, oh),
I can't treat him like all the others. A moment after I placed a chaste kiss below his ear. I pulled back, his smile faded and a confused look was spread across his face. I smiled apprehensively, turned on my heel and left as the song concluded.
Don't trust a ho,
Never trust a ho,
Won't trust a ho,
Won't trust me
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AN: I have not written a fanfic in a while, but if this one does well I will be looking forward to writing more. This is a oneshot but if you guys like where I am going with the theme, I would love to make it into a story. Read and Review
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