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Georgina

Finally, after playing it safe, we decided to go to the new hot Fuego Club to celebrate our passing the final. I’m so excited and can’t wait to have some fun with my chicas.

“Chica, you look hot in that dress,” Marissa hums, spraying perfume on her neck.

I look in the mirror and turn to look at my back to see if it looks good. Yeah, I’m curvy, and this dress clings and shimmers as I move. It’s a dark, rich red mini bodycon dress with an exposed back and crossing straps. I love it.

“Yes, I love the dress,” I say, adjusting my boobs.

I have good size boobs, and they look good. I mess with my hair and grab my bracelets from my dresser, sliding them on. I love my bracelets, and these are my favorite. They’re seven Sterling Silver Semanario stacking bracelets. It was a gift from my Mama on my birthday.

“Gigi, I love those bracelets! I want some,” Heather says, pulling on her shoes.

“Hell yes, I want some,” Marissa says.

“Yeah, I’ll ask my Mamma where she got them,” I say, smiling.

“Awesome, I’m ready, let's go,” Heather says, grabbing her crossbody purse.

“Yeah, let’s go, but let’s take an Uber because I want to have some drinks,” I hum, grabbing my crossbody purse.

“Sounds like a plan,” Heather says.

“Don’t forget to stay close because I don’t want that son of bitch trying to take you,” Marissa utters, grabbing my arm; she looks at me, raising her brow.

“Gigi, you gotta stay close,” Heather huffs, stopping to look back.

“No worries.”

“Right, let me call the Uber,” Marissa hums, pulling her cell from her jacket pocket.

The Uber shows up and takes us to the club, and the line is so damn long. We get out of the car and walk to the line.

“I hope it doesn’t take us long to get into the club,” Heather says, grabbing her bag.

“Yeah, we’ll get in, no worries,” I hum.

We get in line, and I look at the time. I hope it doesn’t take long to get in.

A minute later, the guard walks down the line, points at me and the girls, and tells them to go to the open door. He gets to us, lifts his chin, and points to the door.

“Yeah,” Marissa hums, bopping her head.

“Yes, it’s our lucky night,” Heather says.

“It is, so let’s get in, grab some drinks, and dance,” I say, ignoring the angry looks of the girls in line.

Oh well, it’s not my fault that we were selected to go inside. I don’t know the criteria, but I don’t care.

“Sounds like a plan,” Heather giggles, walking next to me.

I look at Marissa; she’s walking in front, eager to get inside.

“Chica, you got to slow down,” I scoff, poking her shoulder.

“Dang, you two are walking so damn slow,” Marissia hisses, looking over her shoulder, rolling her eyes.

“Hot girls for Fuego club,” the bouncer hums, smiling and extending his arm for us to enter.

“Thanks,” I murmur, nodding.

“Oh yeah, let’s have fun,” Marissa yells, pumping her arms.

“Okay, let's go to the bar and get our drinks,” Heather hums, pointing at the bar.

We walk around the crowd and tables to get to the bar on the opposite side of the doors. The music is loud; the bass vibrates on the floor, and the sound waves run through my body. I’m ready to dance and have fun. I smile, toss my hair over my shoulder, and shake my shoulders to the beat.

Of course, I love it; it’s Latin music, and it’s my blood.

Marissa goes to the bar, orders her drink, and looks at us.

“I want the same,” Heather yells over the loud music.

“Get me a shot of tequila and a Margarita top shelf,” I hum.

“Oh my, do you see all of the hot guys,” Marissa says, looking around the club.

“Yeah,” Heather hums, bouncing to the beat.

“Here’s the shots,” Marissa says, handing the shots.

“Let’s toast,” Heather yells, holding the shot glass up.

“Oh yeah,” Marissa screams, nodding.

“Right. I do the first toast. I heard this girl say it. To those that see us hot, the rest can rot in hell,” I yell.

We drink up the shot and grab the lemon. I enjoy the burning liquid running down my throat.