Page 77 of Filthy Beautiful
Summer had just gone onstage. It was maybe eleven o’clock or something. This hot little brunette with the long legs had her hand an inch from my dick… and Courteney breezed right on into the VIP area.
And suddenly she was all I could see.
She didn’t seem to notice me. She entered through the back hallway, from backstage, like she’d been here before. Accompanied by her slutty friend… Johnny O’Reilly’s sister. Shayla.
Shayla was dressed in some skanky dress that was way too short and way too tight. And Courteney… jeans and a loose T-shirt, pretty much her trademark look. Though the T-shirt had a deep V neckline, and it dipped way too fucking low on her tits.
Jesus Christ.
Fucking seriously?
The fuck was she doing here? The last I’d checked, she was still underage. And seeing her walk into the club like she was a fucking regular or something?
Not happening.
Except that it had just happened.
I looked around the VIP area and out into the crowd. Guys all lined up around the dance floor. Fucking hovering. Watching chicks dance to Summer’s music.
Drunks.
Assholes.
Sleazebags.
That’s all I saw when I looked around a crowded nightclub, knowing Courteney was in the room.
But I wasn’t gonna pull the same shit I did on her last time I saw her in a club. Nope. Because that didn’t go down so fucking well. I’d gotten her out of the bar that night and away from all the sleazebags, sure. But then I trapped her in a car withme. And did and said a bunch of shit I still wasn’t sure if I should totally regret or what.
I mean, it did its job, in the end.
Scared her the fuck away.
Kind of.
But that night was a total fucking shit show, and neither of us needed a repeat.
So instead of dragging her out of here, I decided to watch and wait.
Maybe she’d get kicked out anyway.
The security guys in the VIP area wouldn’t give a fuck who Courteney was—or how old she was. But I could tell the bouncers she was underage, get her kicked out that way.
Fucking fail. Cary wouldn’t like that, even if he wouldn’t like her here.
What would a good best friend whodidn’tthink with his dick all the time do?
Yeah. Maybe just watch and wait.
Maybe she’d notice I was here, wise up and leave on her own.
I watched her, standing with Shayla at the edge of the VIP area, facing the stage. They were both drinking, and Shayla was dancing. At least this time Courteney had brought backup—if you could call it that.
I really wasn’t sure what good Shayla would be if Court actually needed help getting rid of some asshole who got over-friendly.She seemed to be slamming back the shots at a pretty fast rate—as fast as Summer’s girl posse could pass them around.
And the asshole Courteney got talking to while her friend was drinking like a fish…?
I studied the guy.
