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Word Count: 655
Challenge: Are you Crazy Enough To Do It Challenge
Prompt: 246. (location) A bar
"Jenny… I don't want to. Please let me go." I pleaded her as she pulled a black one piece dress over my black and red lace underwear.
Just as the dress fit into place, Jenny suddenly leaned in to me and our faces were inches apart, before she gathered her senses and pulled away.
"You really shouldn't burst out like that. It releases a ton of pheromones. You look sexy enough in that dress without your Veela gene intervening."
"Sorry…" I replied sheepishly.
"And no, you are going out tonight. There is nothing you can do to alter that. I do NOT want you sleeping with my roommate for the third night in a row."
"But she's right here… and I don't have to wear a dress with those awful heels. Afterwards, I can also get some studying done."
Jenny didn't bother answering me this time. Instead, she grabbed her red lipstick and proceed to decorate my lips with it.
After an excruciating hour-long session in the torture dungeon called Jenny's bedroom, we were finally done. And it pains me to admit, she actually did a good job with me. Lara, the aforementioned Jenny's roommate instantly bolted to kiss me when she laid her eyes on my mildly dolled up face.
Jenny managed to stop her before she ruined my makeup, as I was evidently useless because of those infernal heels.
"Lara, no. She's going out for the night. And don't try to tell me you two are in love. She clearly isn't, whereas you are getting affected by her rampant Veela gene. You are straight and have a boyfriend, for fuck's sake."
Lara pouted, before she turned walked back into her room. Along the way, I noticed that she wiggled her ass more than she usually does. Oh, I'm definitely coming back tonight for this one.
"Come on, Hermione." She dragged me out of the house as Lara gave me a saucy wink and a smile before she disappeared into her room.
We apparated out to a rather classy partial gay bar called Bar Mattachine in Downtown LA. It was one of those places where everyone on the sexual spectrum was allowed inside, including the straight ones. So we visited that place on occasion over the past one month that we've known each other.
"I think the bartender is quite interested in you." I took another sip from my glass of sangria. I didn't want to drink a lot because I intend to spend the night with all of my senses intact.
"Yeah, I'm relieved my Veela is still working. It's been much less active for the past week."
"Do you think it's because your mate moved away somewhere?"
"That is a possibility. But I hope he's just on a trip out of town or something. I'd hate to move out of LA, especially now that I have the perfect wing woman... Anyways, do you think you can lure that chick away from him?"
"On it." I took another sip from my drink and crossed over the bar. The bartender was being held up by an Asian girl in her early twenties, possibly just out of college. She had jet black hair, like most Asians do, but it was interspersed with streaks of red. She was wearing a navy blue reflective top with a short black skirt that extended just beyond her soft posterior.
"Hey." I tapped on her shoulder.
As soon as she turned around, I planted a huge kiss on her lips. The bartender appeared to be waiting for her to push me away, but I knew my Veela had worked its magic.
"Hey…" The girl uttered dreamily.
I turned to the bartender and pointed out Jenny sitting at the other end of the bar. I turned to a blissful Jenny, gave her a wink, and then proceeded to drag my paramour for the night on a tour of the club bathroom.
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